Korean comic: Reborn chaebol, you don’t understand my life

The next morning, Jin Zhihuan was awakened by a rapid knock on the door.

After opening the door, he saw Ian Luo standing outside the door. He turned around and walked inside. As he walked, he picked up the breakfast prepared on the table and stuffed it into his mouth in a mess. He picked up the milk and poured it into his mouth.

"The summit is about to start. Let's pack up and go."

After speaking, Ian Luo walked towards the room and quickly took out the suit Song Qiaohui had prepared in advance.

Jin Zhihuan walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

A few minutes later, Jin Zhihuan followed Ian Luo to the venue of the summit.

Walking into this hall, which covers an area of ​​several thousand square meters, there are already a sea of ​​reporters here from all over the world.

Through a special passage, Jin Zhihuan and Ian Luo entered another hall.

After everyone was seated, the summit officially began with the fluent eloquence of a man.

"First of all, we welcome business elites from all countries to participate in this summit hosted by China."

After the host finished speaking, warm applause began.

"Arrangements for trade exchanges between various countries will be carried out next."

The host left the stage after speaking.

China's Minister of Economic Affairs first introduced the main purpose of the summit.

As the most powerful country in Parallel Blue Star, it also demonstrates the etiquette of a great country.

Next comes discussions between countries.

Jin Zhihuan sat on the edge and listened to their friendly exchanges.

Sometimes they clapped excitedly, and sometimes their faces turned red when they argued.

His father, the president, also expressed his personal opinions on behalf of the Han Guo Foundation.

Each summit lasts for three days, and a plan that satisfies everyone will not be discussed on the first day.

Soon the time came to noon, and the Chinese officials also prepared a luncheon with the highest Chinese etiquette for the guests from afar.

The president’s father, Jin Changshou, and several top leaders left, leaving Jin Zhihuan alone in the hall eating fast food.

Although it is fast food, the ingredients are not simple.

A variety of vegetables, meats, fruits, and drinks are placed around the restaurant.

Jin Zhihuan picked up some and sat at a table for ten people.

Not only himself, but also the young men around him who are worth hundreds of billions will do as the Romans do.

It's not that they have become less pretentious and picky, but that China has already made plans and done its best to participate in such international activities.

Everyone has become accustomed to it. Of course, in the eyes of these wealthy people, it is not all bad.

They can take this opportunity to get in touch with celebrities from all over the world, and maybe they will fall in love with a daughter.

Let's have an artistic 'collision'.

Just when he sat down, a woman with short black hair and red glasses came over.

"Is there anyone here?".

The woman said with a smile.

"no".

After finishing speaking, Jin Zhihuan continued to lower his head and cook the food in front of him.

The little thing I dealt with in the morning has long been used up.

Although he was promoted to SS level, he still needed to eat, and that energy could not keep him from feeling hungry.

Jin Naen warned you not to make you too hungry, otherwise you will be more thirsty for blood and you will be unable to control yourself.

The woman did not eat after sitting down, but kept staring at Jin Zhihuan.

Jin Zhihuan felt a little strange being stared at by her.

He looked up at the woman. Although she was wearing glasses, she had a different kind of charm.

That's right, it exudes 'temptation'.

Jin Zhihuan suddenly became interested.