At 8 o'clock in the evening, Mixue'er drove alone, shook her eyes and drove through the border inspection passage at Huanggang Port. The border inspection personnel carefully checked her license plate number, walked to the car window and stared at her face, and took several seconds to confirm.

It was dark and the lights in the passage were not too bright.

Mixue'er's face was a little pale. She dodged a little, not wanting to be seen, but she forced herself to let the border inspectors see her clearly.

Xiao Yangniu's pale face was not only because of deliberately putting on makeup, but also feeling uneasy. She could not describe her thoughts at the moment, but could only be described as "unwilling tolerate" and "despairing all".

As a former senior employee of DOD, Michelle has received professional psychological training. She is confident that she can withstand the heavy pressure that ordinary people cannot bear. But when she really faces a choice, she hesitates.

No matter how good the training is, it cannot withstand the oppression of reality. The moment I drove through the border inspection passage, Mixue'er knew that she was heading astray, a path she had never thought of.

Xiao Yangniu secretly encouraged herself, hoping to create some miracles, such as 'entering into the enemy camp alone, convinced the strong enemy with a perfect tongue, and reversed the decay in times of crisis'.

But it's impossible to think about it, it's too naive. It would be nice to not make the situation worse.

After passing the port, the car arrived at Donghu Hotel. This is the earliest three-star hotel in Shenzhen, built next to Shenzhen Reservoir. Day trips can be regarded as the scenery of the lake and the mountains.

The hotel is a low-rise garden-style layout with a wide interior and rich layers. You can see the wutong tree from a distance and the East Lake from a distance. It is specially built to welcome foreign guests.

Zhou Qingfeng packed a floor. When Mi Xueer met him in the large living room of the suite, the president was playing a 'fashion conference'. There were only two models, Lin Wan, secretary-general of the "Sheng Light" and Huang Li, director of the legal department.

The two beauties are now in a high position and powerful position. Only Zhou Qingfeng herself can let them change clothes and walk on the show back and forth.

Mixue'er came in alone through layers of security checks. When she saw two women, she didn't care too much. After recognizing the two women, she was surprised if she had gone to the wrong place.

Zhou Qingfeng sat on a large sofa with two rows of clothes hanging around him. When Lin Wan and Huang Li saw Mi Xueer, they couldn't walk at all, and stopped in the living room and stared at the little Yangniu in a daze.

Mixue'er took a deep breath, ignored the two girls, walked within five meters of Zhou Qingfeng, and said in Chinese: "Your Excellency, please let me come, I'm here."

"Change your clothes first." Zhou Qingfeng and Mi Xueer on the sofa have not seen each other for two years. When he thought about his experience of meeting this girl in Ukraine, he laughed.

"What?" Mixue'er stood in the living room in a daze, and all her thoughts were lost. She thought about all kinds of experiences, but not including changing clothes as soon as she met.

"Miss Mixueer, while you are investigating me, I am also investigating you. I know very well what you are planning behind the scenes. Gratitude and hatred are eternal topics among international forces. Now that you have failed and are still running to my territory, you naturally have to listen to me."

Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the two rows of clothes hanging around him, "Some fashions really need to be worn by you Western girls to look good. Can you please show them to me?"

Mixue'er's face turned red. She thought it was humiliation and said firmly: "I refuse. I'm here to negotiate, not to you."

"Then your parents will be shocked to hear the bad news tomorrow, and their beloved daughter is brutally killed by evil forces. You will die as miserably as those poor subordinates."

Zhou Qingfeng spread his hands, but he had no intention of pitying the fragrance and sacrificing the jade.

"You..." Mixue'er was so angry that she wanted to bite her teeth. But thinking about the tragic situation of her subordinates being shot in the head, it was impossible to say that she was not afraid.

"Come on, that's all." Zhou Qingfeng chose a black short skirt with a white navel-covered chest. This was something Lin Wan and Huang Li refused to change, just for Mi Xueer to try it.

There were only a pitiful little bits of fabric on the hanger handed over, which was obviously humiliating. Mixue'er was grinding her teeth. If she hadn't realized that taking risks was valuable, she would have wished she could fight Zhou Qingfeng to the death.

But what can I do now? I accept my fate.

The fitting room was the guest bedroom in the suite. It took Mixue'er a ten-minute walk to change her clothes. It took her a while to calm her mood and walk out again.

Mixue'er is only about one meter and five meters tall. She is naturally short and has a small skeleton. But she is not poor in nutrition and does not shrink at all when she should be upright. Especially with her secretly angry face, she looks like a rampage girl.

Zhou Qingfeng, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately applauded and whistled like a little hooligan, and shouted: "Look! I just said that this dress must look good. Less fabric means low cost, and it also has a strong natural charm."

"I need to change a few more sets, take them out. I'll exchange them for you one by one." Mi Xueer said in a stiff tone, knowing that she couldn't escape, so she might as well take the initiative.

Zhou Qingfeng teased, "I'll get angry if I ask you to change a few sets of clothes. If you set up an ambush and want to kill me, wouldn't I be angry to death?"

"It's a pity that I didn't kill you." Mixue'er looked stern, "If you have any requests, please raise them quickly."

"Baby, you have lost your calmness. You were not like this when you were in Ukraine." Seeing Mixue'er speaking to argue, Zhou Qingfeng raised his finger and shook it, "Actually I don't need you."

Mixue'er's eyebrows were twisted in a ball.

Zhou Qingfeng continued: "As long as I take some risks, I can fully contact your senior management, lifting sanctions is not difficult. As long as there are enough interests, someone will speak for the "Holy Light".

The reason I look for you is for multiple alternatives. I value your family background, your parents' connections and business channels. Anyway, with multiple investments, enemies can become allies, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Politics is so dark and dirty that we have to put ourselves in it as victims.”

When Mi Xueer heard Zhou Qingfeng mention her family, she felt a little calmer. She said coldly: "Is it time for me to make some requests?"

"Baby, you are not qualified to ask me. Now you ask me, not me ask you." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head and said, "When will you make me happy, I can also make you happy."

"Then what did you ask me to do?"

"I don't have high requirements at the moment, I just have some ideas about the textile market in the United States." Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the clothes Mi Xueer was wearing, "I want to build a luxury brand that covers clothing, shoes, hats, luggage, jewelry, etc."

Mi Xueer was immediately amazed and laughed, "Zhou Qingfeng, do you have any brain problems? I just called me here to sell clothes?"

Zhou Qingfeng said seriously: "I am creating a comprehensive university and preparing to add a clothing school, which will include fabrics, dyes, equipment, design and other departments."

Mixue'er opened her mouth to refute, but Zhou Qingfeng didn't give her a chance and continued: "You want to maintain the hegemony of your country, but I want to restore the glory of your country.

If the conflict between us is irreconcilable, you will not come to me. Since you are here, don't rush to refuse. I'll give you some samples and help me set up a trade department in New York."

Zhou Qingfeng waved gently. Lin Wan walked out, took a string of necklaces from her neck and placed them in a tray, and handed them to Mixueer. The oriole on the other side took off her ears and earrings and rings on her fingers.

When Mi Xueer entered the living room, she felt that these two girls were charming. As a woman, she couldn't help but look at them a few more times. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't been more important, she would have taken the initiative to look at them and talked to them.

When a few pieces of jewelry were taken off, the little foreign girl seemed to feel that the charm of the two girls was mostly brought by the jewelry they wore. The dazzling luster of the jewelry was filled with an attractiveness that had never been experienced before.

"What's this?"
Chapter completed!