Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1188 1177. Multiple Choice Questions

And the other end.

The conference room of Qingyin Agriculture has been set up like a combat center, with many computer screens and many people...

Luo Yihang and Liu Piaoliang huddled together, listening to the simultaneous interpretation and chatting about gossip.

"The old man is quite amazing, he has a bright mind."

"Isn't that guy surnamed Bi the old man's illegitimate son? Why is he still keeping him?"

"What's your surname? That guy is the old man's personal secretary. He has been doing dirty work for decades. Even if he has no merit, he has worked hard. In our words, he is a loyal minister."

"Stupid minister, like a fool."

"What are you talking about? He has always been in a senior position and has not been doing any specific work. It is understandable that he is a little naive."

"How do you understand it?"

"You have to consider others. You only see the old man's eldest daughter, eldest son and second son. Where are they? And this old man has swallowed more than 50 brands in the past 20 years. Kucha Kucha feels good when he eats it, but he can't digest it. How noisy it must be inside. You have to push a loyal minister who has nothing to do with any aspect. Loyalty is the most important, ability doesn't matter."

"You are such a mean guy, Kucha Kucha, that's it..."

The two of them were talking more and more boringly, and Uncle Li couldn't stand it anymore, so he threw a document onto the screen in front of them.

"Stop chatting nonsense. They've already discussed it. This time they're going to turn from passive to active and hire hackers. You two are done."

Luo Yihang, this restless guy, is up to something again.

How could Uncle Li not come? He came on his own, with a team.

The team is extremely efficient. Just after the discussion is completed thousands of miles away, everything has been sorted out here.

Response plans 1, 2, 3, and 4 are also noted on the side.

Luo Yihang must deduce in advance.

The think tank has deduced this in advance, and the other side’s ideas are all under consideration.

"Wow, extreme pressure." Liu Piaoliang flipped through the information compiled by Uncle Li.

Luo Yihang was also watching and asked with a smile: "What should we do?"

"If he puts pressure on us, we should put pressure on him too, and then we can both take a step back." Liu Piaoliang casually chose the second plan.

Extreme pressure is a very common negotiation tactic, and it's a competition of who gets scared first.

They are both ready.

Arno's instructions were heard through the simultaneous interpretation in the headset, "Call back."

34 seconds later, someone behind a pile of equipment in a corner of the conference room reported, "The call has been automatically hung up. We broke through the fifth layer of cover in 34 seconds and have been guided to Palau in the western Pacific Ocean."

Alas, everything is fake.

Even the phone number given to Bianchi at the beginning was fake.

There is no such number.

“The hackers on the other side, no, it should be called the network security department, don’t seem to be very powerful.” Luo Yihang joked.

Uncle Li said, "That's a company over there. What about you? You have a supercomputer at home, and you also got the three low-orbit communication test satellites that Chang Zheng-2C just launched. Who can compete with you?"

Oh, Luo Yihang feels a little embarrassed because of what he said. It's because I have such a high profile.

Who on earth can’t even rent a satellite?
France has a plan to “expect” to launch hundreds of communications satellites, but when is it expected to do so?

"We are doing business now. You can be more beautiful later." Uncle Li looked down on Luo Yihang's "successful" look and asked, "Are you ready?"

Liu Piaoliang flexed her fingers and replied, "I'm ready."

"OK, call back. Be careful." Uncle Li said to the person behind the machine.

"Seventeen layers of protection, guaranteed safety, dialed..."
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Along with the operator's voice, there was the sound of a ringing in the headset.

It’s still that virtual number.

Virtual numbers are also fake.

After three rings.

The phone was connected and a slightly old voice sounded, "I'm Bernard Arnault." I knew it would be his turn to talk in person this time.

Liu Piaoliang flexed her fingers, typed in a word document and read aloud, "Wow, great Mr. Arnault, it's an honor to hear your voice."

Arno was in no mood for politeness and continued, "Tell me what you can do for me and what you want me to do for you."

A straight pestle.

Liu Piaoliang continued typing, "I don't need you to do anything, and I won't do anything for you. I just said that there is no trust between you and me for cooperation."

Let me reveal a message here. If there is no trust, then let’s build trust. How do we build it?
As a result, Arnault did not respond at all. "Stop talking nonsense. Mr. or Ms., your behavior is ridiculous. You don't think that LVMH Group has done nothing. For us, you are just a choice."

This is putting pressure on the limit.

Luo Yihang and Liu Piaoliang just wanted to laugh after hearing this.

What the old man meant was that they had another way to get the recipe.

In fact, what I heard just now was that there was nothing on the other side.

The harm caused by spies is too great.

Liu Piaoliang cooperated and asked, "What do you mean?"

Arno thought he had it figured out, and chuckled, "Literally..."

……

"Wow, you're back." Liu Piaoliang said with a smile.

There was nothing wrong with him talking, all the calls, word voice, and simulated keyboard sounds were coming from the computer.

The noise coming from this side cannot be heard from the other side.

Otherwise it would be a mess and the truth would have been revealed long ago.

Luo Yihang poked him and said, "Why don't you give the old man some praise and make him happy?"

Liu Piaoliang gave Luo Yihang a thumbs up, then typed a random string of words on the keyboard, deleted it, typed another string, and deleted it again.

Pretending to be confused.

There was a pause in the middle before a line of words was typed and played.

"Mr. Arnault, your question is also a multiple-choice question, and the options include L'Oreal and Chanel."

This sentence sounded like a counterattack, but also like an expression of impotent rage.

Since the mechanical voice has no tone, let the old man guess.

Sure enough, a shallow gasp was heard from the other side.

There was silence halfway through, as if the microphone was blocked.

Arno's low voice came from the simultaneous interpretation, "What do you mean?"

After a few seconds, Bianchi replied softly with a hint of excitement: "Perfumes, cosmetics, their target is drunk people."

Luo Yihang and Liu Piaoliang clapped their hands and said, "Yeah~ what a nice guy."

Arnault seemed to be silent for a while, then he turned on the phone and said, "Kering and L'Oréal are not in trouble, only LVMH."

What the hell!

I never expected this.

Can the crisis of your own company be used as a bargaining chip?
Liu Piaoliang continued typing along the same topic, "So it's you who will live or die, not me."

Arnault followed up by saying: "Small crises are not worth mentioning, such as Tiffany or Bulgari."

Damn, it’s back again, what does this mean?
What kind of clever move is this?

These two brands belong to the LVMH Group, but what can they do?

This reflects the value of the team.

There is a think tank behind it...

(End of this chapter)