Angel's office was like a hidden gem.
Inside, there was actually a bedroom, and in the bedroom, there was an independent bathroom, equipped with everything one could need.
Looking at the n's products on the washbasin, Song Heping had to admit that Angel was a thoughtful girl.
From razors to shaving cream, shampoo to aftershave, shower gel to n's moisturizer, everything was complete and brand new.
There were also towels, bath towels, toothpaste, toothbrushes, and cups, all new.
Standing in front of the vanity mirror, Song Heping looked up and saw a pink bath towel on the shelf.
He knew right away it belonged to Angel.
He couldn't help but feel a rush, reaching out to grab Angel's bath towel and gently sniffed it beneath his nose.
Indeed, it was hers.
The scent matched the fragrance that lingered on Angel.
Although he wasn't knowledgeable about perfus, Song Heping's nose was still quite sensitive.
However, he quickly composed himself.
He still had a lot of important things to do.
It seed that Angel had specially made ti to arrange this eting tonight.
How could he ever repay this favor?
He showered as quickly as possible, not daring to delay.
After all these years, Song Heping still maintained the bathing habits he developed in the military.
Wet himself completely, then apply shampoo on his head and body wash on his body, scratching all over, then start brushing his teeth, shave after the teeth are brushed, then turn the water on from head to toe in one go.
Actually, this was still complicated, in the military, a bar of soap could resolve all worries, it was everything.
When he returned to the office, Song Heping was almost startled.
Because there were now three more people in Angel's office, with huge boxes piled up on the nearby carpet and sofa, all bearing the "Hermès" mark.
"Song, co try this set first."
Angel opened a large box, took out a black suit, then picked up the jacket and compared the shoulder width and length against Song Heping.
"Perfect!"
She turned her head back to one of the three people and said, "Tiago, I told you the estimated size was spot on, right?"
The man among the three was middle-aged, slightly bald, wearing earrings, and dressed in a trendy suit of tight red, blue, and green, which looked as if he had put on a white suit and then stood next to a few people who dumped various fuels from containers onto him.
"Darling, you've never been wrong!"
As soon as he spoke, Song Heping felt a bit uncomfortable, an inexplicable discomfort, like a duck being choked at the neck, trying to squeeze out a weird sound.
Tiago floated over like the wind, arriving in front of Song Heping.
Song Heping slled the perfu again.
He couldn't help but frown.
He didn't mind the sll of perfu on a woman, but such a strong scent on a man made Song Heping feel quite disgusted.
After evaluating Song Heping up close, his gaze lingered on Song Heping's face, looking at him as if a starving person had spotted a delicious al.
Song Heping made a new observation—Tiago was wearing a nose ring.
Hmm, a nose ring…
He turned his head again towards Angel and said, "Darling, you really have a good eye."
This ti, "good eye" evidently did not praise Angel for her choice of clothes.
He turned around, took another suit, and personally compared it on Song Heping, unintentionally pinching Song Heping's arm during the process.
Song Heping felt like he understood sothing.
His hairs stood on end.
Perhaps fearing Song Heping might misunderstand, Angel added from the side, "Tiago is my good sister."
Song Heping felt like he was struck by electricity, his hairs completely standing up.
"Right!"
Tiago didn't feel awkward at all, smoothly and openly giving Song Heping a coquettish smile and saying, "I am Angel's good sister."
"Ah… sister, hello… no, Tiago, hello…"
Song Heping felt his smile was very stiff, he couldn't wait to end this clothes fitting.
At last, after a half-hour ordeal, Song Heping finally changed into a new outfit, and Tiago and his group had also taken their leave.
Angel also changed into a black dress and carried a small, tiled handbag. Linking arms with Song Heping, she said, "Let's go sowhere, to et soone who can help you."
The two walked out of the art center's main entrance, where a white Lamborghini sports car was already parked by the curb.
Angel handed the keys to Song Heping, "Do you have a driver's license for here?"
Song Heping nodded, "Yes, I do."
After all, for soone who had served the Persian Secret Agency and the US Army, Song Heping had several sets of passports, identities, and driver's licenses.
This ti, he had used a United States passport to co over from Venezuela because it was convenient.
An hour later, in a bar near Broadway in New York, Song Heping t Thomas Feller in a booth.
"Feller, this is the good friend I told you about before, Song, Song Heping."
After finishing, Angel added, "He is now the CEO of a defense company."
"Defense company?" Feller's brows furrowed slightly. "Which defense company?"
Song Heping answered, "'Musician' Defense, mainly operating in the Illiguo area."
Hearing "Musician" Defense, Feller's expression changed slightly, "I've heard of this defense company, the rising star company that won the US Army transportation contract in Illiguo last year."
Song Heping hadn't expected his company to have such a reputation, that people even knew about it in the Old Arica of New York.
Angel said, "Feller is a renowned military reporter and a well-known political comntator; he's also the military column editor for a newspaper."
Just when Song Heping was about to complint the other, Feller unexpectedly started cursing first.
"FUCK! Don't talk about this anymore! What editor? They just use my na! Damn it! I was deceived when I signed that damn contract! Once the contract expires, I'm definitely not renewing it; I'll go be a freelance journalist!"
Feller cursed and then picked up his glass, downing the over forty-degree Whiskey in one gulp.
Song Heping sensed the dissatisfaction in the man.
So, following his lead, he asked, "Mr. Feller..."
Feller, not waiting for him to continue, imdiately raised his hand, cutting off Song Heping.
"Don't call 'Mr.,' just call Feller."
"Feller..." Song Heping reluctantly adapted and asked, "Are you dissatisfied with your editor position or with the newspaper itself?"
Conversation was a skill.
Feller seed full of grievances.
With people like this, you should go along with their narrative, let them vent as a good listener.
Once he has vented to his satisfaction, he'd be much friendlier towards you.
Song Heping wasn't anxious to get to the main topic; he had plenty of ti and talking with him wouldn't hurt.
After all, he was here to request a favor, and if this guy was cooperative, it could save many lives in ELN.
Moreover, Song Heping had a feeling that this guy called Feller was manageable; he had an air of disliking restraint and longing for freedom.
This temperant was to his taste!
Indeed, Song Heping's words were like a stone that stirred up a thousand waves.
For the following half hour, Song Heping and Angel beca the audience while Feller was the only one talking non-stop on stage.
He went from his dissatisfaction with the newspaper to his discontent with his current dia environnt, then to reflections on his career, and finally to his aspirations and more in a fervid presentation.
And all Song Heping had to do was sit quietly beside, occasionally raising his glass and drinking with Feller at his most passionate monts in a show of support.
Angel had soone bring over a large portion of Iberian ham slices to ensure the two n weren't drinking on empty stomachs, risking getting drunk.
Eventually, Song Heping finally understood.
Feller was talented and courageous.
He started as a war correspondent and had covered many conflicts and had made many sensational exclusive reports.
Even the revelation report that the presence of a massive weapon in Illiguo was fake news was led by him.
But precisely because of this, the newspaper had restricted many of his freedoms, and many reports weren't published according to his wishes.
Thus, the title of editorial head was in na only.
But having signed a contract back then, leaving the job would not only tarnish his professional reputation, but it would also cost him a lot of money.
This was the reason for his deep frustration and suffocation.
After listening to this Great Arican blabber for a full thirty minutes, Feller was satisfied, and Song Heping remained silent.
The alcohol began to take effect, and Feller, satisfied with this English-proficient defense company boss and excellent listener, shifted his seat closer to Song Heping, slung his arm around Song Heping's shoulder like an old friend not seen for years, and inquired, "Angel said you have a bombshell news lead over there? What's it about? Tell , if you need my help, I can handle it, guaranteeing a sensational impact!"
User Comments
0 comments from readers