Vol 3 Chapter 89: Ninja bitch

This is an answer that doesn't follow the routine at all, and Charles Peel can't help being taken aback.
But then he realized that this was a Japanese name.
Akiyama Jiannan?
Why is it so familiar? Wait... Charles Peel suddenly thought of this name as the chief director of First International Capital, the bank's largest shareholder.
Without thinking about anything else, whether or not the bank's major shareholder came personally, based on the style of Shen Jiannan and his party, Charles Peel made the choice he should make.
"Dear Sir, I am honored to serve you. Please come with me."
The butler-like welcoming attitude made people feel very comfortable. Shen Jiannan and his party walked into the special elevator inside the bank, brought by Charles Pitt.
Soon, the elevator rose to the fifth floor.
Charles Peel led the people into the largest VIP reception room. After a few people were seated, the winking bank clerk had already brought a tray of fragrant coffee.
One-stop butler service has been best interpreted in London, the capitalist financial center.
Shen Jiannan suddenly felt a little complicated in his heart.
If he waited to finish his coffee and ran away, would he this extremely polite lobby manager alive.
Charles Pitt didn't know the episode in Shen Jiannan's heart at all, so he gently stroked his chest respectfully, and gave a Western hospitality.
"Hello, distinguished sir. I don't know, what can I do for you."
Shen Jiannan didn't answer, picking up coffee and admiring the surrounding environment.
The typical Western European decoration style, the interior has sharp edges and corners, and there are several simulated famous paintings hanging on the wall, mainly in white and yellow style, luxurious and atmospheric.
Robert John is in no mood to appreciate the environment here. As a former employee of Standard Chartered Bank, he has been here and stayed for a while. Now, he just wants to pretend to be forced and let those who once looked down on him have a taste. The feeling of being humiliated.
After carefully adjusting the tie around his neck, Robert John took out a document from his purse and handed it to Charles Pitt.
A few white a4 papers, densely written in English, and a few large red seals.
Standard Chartered Bank’s shareholding certificate, with a cumulative shareholding ratio of 14.85%.
Sure enough, it was the major shareholder.
"Dear Sir. Welcome to London, please wait a moment, I will inform the President Mr. Cook."
"Ok."
Five minutes later, a middle-aged man about fifty years old followed Charles Peel hurriedly over.
Thomas Cook.
Executive President of Standard Chartered Bank London.
"Mr. Akiyama, welcome to London, this is Thomas Cook."
Shen Jiannan nodded his head as a response. When he saw the politeness, Robert John immediately spoke with a villain.
"Hi. Little train, it's been a long time."
"John? Why are you?"
"Oh. Why can't it be me. Don't you welcome me?"
"Oh, it. Little train, you haven't seen it for so many years, why are you still such an arrogant attitude, it really embarrassed our bank."
"Why don't you speak? Are you admitting that I was right?"
Confess, I confess you numb,
The muscles on Thomas Cook's face twitched, wishing to smash Robert John's red face.
But he can't. He knows that Robert, a wise fellow, is deliberately angry with him.
No way, who would let the two of them have some holidays.
Uh...It was because of Thomas Cook that Robert John was transferred to Asia to open up new markets. It took more than ten years to lose.
"God. Little train, your face is really ugly. Are you sick?"
"Still, you are so happy to see me."
"God, you don't want to hit me!"
Beat you?
I want to beat you to death.
Robert John, who was like a chatter, made Thomas Cook mad.
In his capacity, have ever encountered such a shameless bastard.
But Robert John didn't seem to realize that Thomas Cook was on the verge of an explosion. The boy stretched out his arms and took a pose.
"Tell you. Thanks to you, I learned Kung Fu in China. Bruce Lee, Kung Fu. You know."
"..."
Kungfu, I'm kung fu for you.
Countless numb batches were blocked in Thomas Cook's chest, and his pale face was filled with blue and red, blocking him from a gentleman.
If he could scold someone, he really wanted to scold Robert severely.
No, it was to smash that nasty fat face directly.
I've seen a villain with great ambition, but I haven't seen a guy who puts a villain at this level.
But right here, Robert John spoke again.
"Little train, no, Thomas, you won't be angry anymore."
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"Actually, I was joking with you."
Making fun of you.
Don't think that I don't know that you are arrogant.
Thomas Cook clenched his fists severely, and bit his teeth secretly several times, suppressing the anger.
In this regard, Robert John is naturally very secretive.
He found that happiness is always based on the unhappiness of others. So is Susanna, and so is Thomas.
Why is this world becoming more and more beautiful!
Shen Jiannan was holding coffee and admiring the contest between the two with great interest. He didn't feel any dissatisfaction because of Robert's behavior. Not only that, but he also felt that Robert was actually more suitable for the position of bank president.
Shameless enough, cheap enough!
Moreover, know where the measures are.
The fact is indeed the case. Seeing his former opponent almost exploded with his own anger, Robert John took him as soon as he saw him, and he couldn't help but give Thomas Cook a big hug.
"Little train. Long time no see, I really want to kill you. I couldn't hold back for a while, and made a joke with you, please don't mind."
"..."
"Why don't you speak, are you still angry with me?"
Oh, God.
This was not like this before, what did he learn in China.
"John~EbookFREE.me~ I apologize for the past and hope you can forgive me deliberately."
"No, no, Thomas, you don’t have to apologize, really, I have always thanked you very much in my heart. There is a saying in China that the heavens come to the people, and the people must work hard first, work hard and hungry. , Empty body. If you hadn't brought me to China, I wouldn't have met a wise, wise, resourceful, and mighty boss in Hong Kong in Hong Kong. How could I blame you."
"..."
"Ahem..."
As soon as Shen Jiannan coughed, Robert John finally let go of Thomas Cook who was already stiff.
"Hi. Thomas, believe me, everything I said is true. You see, we need a loan. The first bank we came to was Standard Chartered. I persuaded the boss to come here. Well, yes, we need a loan. 400 million pounds."
"..."