Chapter 652
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The most familiar fragrance was at the tip of his nose, and the warm touch in his arms reminded him that this was not an illusion.
The two of them discussed and decided that they would have a place in each other's lives in the future, as if they were chatting about their daily lives.
That was good. They had a common goal.
His heart was beating like a drum. He looked at Cong Nianwei gently and smiled at her tacitly.
He cheered himself up. I have to win more awards and realize my dream as soon as possible.
While the two of them were flirting with each other, the people in the conference room began to leave one by one under the arrangement of the organizing committee.
It had to be said that these local tycoons were really willing to spend money. The return tickets were thoughtfully packed in the envelope of the conference gift bag that every participant had received when they left.
The winners and losers were satisfied, but there were still three investors who hadn't fulfilled their wishes.
Therefore, these thick-skinned kids took advantage of the fact that the crowd had almost dispersed to run over from the side of the stage.
"Hi!"
Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei woke up with a start and found their teammates laughing at them.
The four investors and the so-called guest presenters were also among them.
"Hello, nice to meet you again!"
Four hands reached out to Qin Guan. "I've heard a lot about you!"
Before Qin Guan could do anything, the impatient investors grabbed hold of the young star.
"Ha ha! I can show off to my girlfriend in France! I shook Qin Guan's hand! "
"Ha ha! Qin Guan, do you like to play basketball? Tennis, basketball and golf? Let's go together! "
Qin Guan realized that the Chinese students had exaggerated his image and spared no effort in promoting him. As a result, he had unknowingly gained some unknown admirers.
Qin Guan was under a lot of pressure. It was the first time that people had praised him for being young and promising. It was the first time that he had not been praised for his face, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Naturally, he also received the elite business method of making friends. They exchanged phone numbers and took out their notebooks.
They could not wait for Qin Guan's firm to evaluate their company's value.
They wanted to know how high their company's market value would be after many rounds of financing and reinvestment in the future.
They also wanted to know how to use their funds effectively to take over the small companies they had high hopes for.
As for those small enterprises that they were optimistic about, how should they use their funds in the most effective way in the future to take them down? All of this was no longer their job.
Because they believed in the work data of QC firms, it was not in vain that they had successfully hacked into the same kind of accounting firms and accepted the year-on-year data of similar companies.
This inconspicuous small and medium-sized accounting firm was always more meticulous than other accounting firms when it came to cost operations.
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia The Hilton Hotel had only offered one job to one hotel in New York, but in a few months, they had assigned nearly 10 hotels around it to a QC firm. That was enough to prove how powerful the firm was.
After all, more and more Asian accountants had joined the firm, which had its advantages over other traditional firms.
The meticulousness and sensitivity of the Asians, as well as their willingness to work with boring numbers, were beyond the reach of these lazy Europeans and Americans.
To put it bluntly, it was just a victory of working overtime against the previous way of working, where one would take a vacation and raise their salary whenever there was nothing to do.
Just like their boss, he was a complete workaholic.
Actually, Qin Guan didn't want to be so busy, but he couldn't refuse a job he had already agreed to. Cong Nianwei's idea of working together encouraged him, so he worked hard to prepare for the gala of the National Police Union.
The winter exam season had come to an end. As long as he finished the last task, he and Cong Nianwei would be able to go back to China and have a happy New Year during the winter vacation.
Encouraged by his imagination, Qin Guan gathered his wool coat to protect himself from the cold wind and walked towards his first destination.
It was the Shaolin Temple in New York.
It was a strange name, but it was the only window through which Americans could learn about the Shaolin Temple, martial arts culture, and the history of Buddhism in China.
It was a miniature version of the American Shaolin Temple, built by Master Guolin, the 34th generation of the Shaolin Temple. It had been in New York for four years.
This temple was located not far from the commercial street of Lafayette, New York. It was built by Master Guolin himself, brick by brick.
In 1999, Master Guolin, who had been in the United States for five years, had made up his mind to open the temple with the help of his believers and bank loans.
His idea was simple. He didn't want the Shaolin Temple, which had the most profound martial arts culture in China, to be looked down upon like a street martial arts club in the United States.
Standing in front of the Shaolin Temple in New York, Qin Guan was amused by the architecture.
I don't know if you have seen the local temple in the village when you were young, or the small temples in Hong Kong movies, but in the eyes of the Chinese who have seen the real Shaolin Temple on Mount Song, this Shaolin Temple in New York is really too small.
Two big red lanterns were hanging on the left and right sides of the wooden door. The round windows reminded Qin Guan of the Monkey King, who had been hanging on a flagpole in the courtyard when he had fought with God Erlang.
I can't laugh. Inviting a master is a very serious matter.
Qin Guan pushed the mysterious door open as he tried to calm himself down.
Inside the door, outside the door, and in the courtyard of the temple, a chorus of "Hey!" came from the courtyard of the temple. Ha! "came from the center of the courtyard.
In the center of the courtyard that suddenly opened up, there were four neat rows of students practicing martial arts.
Even though Qin Guan was mentally prepared, he was still shocked. The master of the Shaolin Temple, who had been supervising the students, was keenly aware of the stranger.
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