"No need for the time being." Bai Ye said, leaving an email address.

He used the Perfect Titan Potion, and its effect was perfectly integrated into the body, and all aspects had reached the limit of the human body. No, to be precise, it had surpassed it.

For him, bodyguards have little significance for protection.

In addition, Bai Ye often has to go to other worlds, so it is naturally more convenient for one person.

"After they arrive, just contact this person." Bai Ye took out his cell phone and reported a number.

This is the manager who currently manages all aspects of Yemu Technology. He was the new transaction the day before. The current manager of Yemu Technology, now Baiye has left many things to this person to take care of.

The secretary behind Jiang Feiying got off the phone and nodded slightly to Bai Ye.

After the transaction was completed, Jiang Feiying left Bai Ye's first trading hall with steady steps.

Bai Ye got 50 points of power and wealth from this transaction.

"Although you don't need a bodyguard, you still want a secretary or something." After sending away Jiang Feiying, Bai Ye continued to look through the book "China Basic Martial Arts", but his mind drifted to other places.

As for the candidate for the secretary, it goes without saying that it is Song Yin. It is still quite simple to go from an exclusive psychologist to an exclusive secretary.

A few days passed by, and Bai Ye did not rush to trade in the next world, but practiced "China Basic Martial Arts". His qualifications in martial arts were average, and he had no plans to reach the peak.

That takes a lot of time and effort.

Practice it casually and develop some qi-sensing internal strength, which is enough to improve your strength.

Moreover, the function of this "Chinese Basic Martial Arts" is not for Bai Ye to practice alone.

Bai Ye’s plan was to find a suitable opportunity to sell it to Zhang Zhong and others. With the preparation of some of the previous martial arts, the current "China Basic Martial Arts" is obviously more suitable for promotion, and the power and wealth obtained must be quite valuable.

At that time, it will definitely replace the military's military fist, and then replace radio gymnastics and other news. The news that a set of military fist was cut twenty-seven times will no longer exist!

But the main thing now is the Gun of Kindness.

Soon, the time came the day before the press conference.

The venue of the press conference was set in Yanjing, the capital of China.

Bai Ye and Song Yin boarded the plane to Yanjing.

In the cabin, Bai Ye looked around and touched the other side, looking like he couldn't stay idle.

"Don't move around." Song Yin next to him said in a low voice.

"I understand." Bai Ye's mouth was admonished, but his body was not honest at all. Song Yin felt that Bai Ye was about to take off the seat.

However, Bai Ye is not her patient now, but her boss, the kind who gives her salary, and he always gets a bunch of bonuses as he feels.

Definitely one of the employees' favorite bosses.

Song Yin couldn't forcefully stop Bai Ye.

Perhaps Bai Ye was too moved, and after a while, even the flight attendant came over and whispered to remind him.

"Oh, it's so boring." Bai Ye said, who finally calmed down for a while, "The speed is so slow, isn't it that faster, and you can get it in a flash?"

"How could it be?" Song Yin was helpless, but he could understand Bai Ye's actions.

If you think about it carefully, this person has been growing up in a nursing home since he was a child. It seems normal for him to act restlessly when he sees a plane for the first time and travels far away for the first time.

"Yes, I'll trade one at that time." Bai Ye thought for a while and said seriously.

He is not kidding.

Bai Ye really wanted to trade faster and better means of transportation, such as Batman's Bat fighter, but unfortunately there was not enough space for her portable space at that time.

However, you will definitely encounter the right one in the future, and a trading wave will not be a problem at all.

Bai Ye, who was trapped in thinking, became quiet, which made Song Yin feel relieved. The money earned by being a secretary was not easier than the money of a psychologist.

After getting off the plane and arrived at the pick-up place at the airport. Bai Ye and Song Yin had just appeared. A man in his early thirties trotted over and bowed slightly and said, "Dr. Bai, Secretary Song."

"Manager Zhang." Song Yin greeted.

She naturally knew the man in front of her, named Zhang Jun. She used to be Jingtian Medicine, but now she has been transferred to Yebu Technology by Bai Ye, and the representative is responsible for all aspects of the press conference.

Bai Ye looked at Zhang Jun's face that was not handsome and said, "Old Zhang, your hairline has improved and you almost didn't recognize it."

Zhang Jun smiled bitterly. Bai Ye threw such an important matter as a press conference to him and became a hand-off manager. He has been working hard these days, so how can his hairline not rise?

Every day when I wash my hair, my hair falls down, and I feel like I am about to become the Mediterranean.

"It's okay, I'll give you a salary." Bai Ye patted Zhang Jun's shoulder and said, very generous.

"Thank you, Mr. Bai." Zhang Jun smiled, "Get into the car first."

There was already a car with a black face next to it, and the license plate was still a special license plate. This obviously had nothing to do with Zhang Jun, and it should have been provided by Zhang Zhong and the others.

There is a black special policeman in the driver's seat, a driver and bodyguard, who is serious.

Zhang Jun sat in the deputy seat and slightly turned sideways to Bai Ye and briefly described some of the situations of the press conference.

Tomorrow's press conference, a total of 35 delegations from countries and regions will attend.

They all come for the kind gun that can "freeze without injury".

"Dr. Bai, are you ready for the information about that gun?" Zhang Jun asked.

"Yeah." Bai Ye took out a U disk from his pocket very casually and threw it to Zhang Jun. "They must have known the general function. The content files inside will be almost done after the screening. Leave the work of the speech introduction to you."

"Me?" Zhang Jun grew up. He thought he was just responsible for the behind-the-scenes work, but Bai Ye suddenly pushed him to the front desk.

"Yes, in the future, you will be responsible for all aspects of the sales of the Kind Gun. I will sign large-scale orders. When the small ones or when I am not here, you will do it yourself." Bai Ye said, delegating power very readily.

"I see!"

Zhang Jun suddenly felt ambition in his heart, and he didn't care about the growing hairline on his head.

"Why don't you bring some security personnel? Haven't you signed a contract with the China Eagle?"

When he arrived at the hotel where he was staying, Zhang Zhong was already waiting for Bai Ye. Seeing that Bai Ye was empty, there were only two people following him, he couldn't help but say.

"No need, I am a martial arts master." Bai Ye looked confident.

Just as Zhang Zhong was about to say something, he remembered the martial arts secrets provided by Bai Ye, and he immediately lost the idea of ​​continuing to remind him.

One of the group who practiced the martial arts given by Bai Ye, became the king of soldiers in South China. They retired early for some reasons and are now working as bodyguards for a beautiful president.

The person in front of me cannot be guessed by common sense.

"We should pay attention to security," said Zhang Zhong. "The press conference will start at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, and representatives from all countries are here, so don't do anything randomly."

"Don't worry, this is a transaction, I won't do anything randomly." Bai Ye said confidently.

Zhang Zhong left after seeing Bai Ye just to meet him.

As for the Black Super Special Policeman who was driving, he stayed to prevent any unexpected situations.

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"What is this?" At night, Song Yin looked at the "Chinese Basic Martial Arts" placed in front of him, with a confused look on his face.

Bai Ye almost fell on the soft sofa and said lazily: "As you can see, the basic Chinese martial arts."

"Which street stall bought it?" Song Yin asked.

"puff!"

Bai Ye, who took a sip of wine with a very slightest sense, simply spit out in one gulp, "What street stall bought it? I wrote this. Do you see the author's name?"

"Are you sure that it was not written by the hidden speaker?" Obviously, Song Yin was worried about the book Bai Ye was reading at the beginning.

"Take it and practice it, and you will become a martial arts master at that time." Bai Ye said.

Without a beautiful bodyguard, can't he create one by himself?

"Can you really practice?" Song Yin was skeptical.

"It's true." Bai Ye said.

"Okay, then I'll give it a try." Song Yin said, and looked through it carefully.

Now Bai Ye is her boss no matter how she says that. Although she sometimes doubts or complains, she must listen to the boss’s words.

The next day, Bai Ye, who was refreshed and Song Yin, with a rosy complexion, walked out of the room - don't get me wrong, I was practicing qigong all night.

Zhang Jun has left early, after all, he is the main introducer.

After breakfast, I came to the auditorium of the press conference, and many members of the delegation had already sat down.

Most of them are delegations of four or five people, two to three principals, one translator, and one entourage.

There are also two people and three people, which are relatively simple.

Bai Ye and Song Yin were in front, and Zhang Zhong and the old man sat down next to him.

Soon, everyone was here and time was here.

The lights dimmed, and the pattern of "Good Gun" was projected on the stage. Zhang Jun walked out and introduced the various situations of the Good Gun with a sound as smooth as possible.

It is much more detailed than what was displayed before, and the data in all aspects are relatively detailed, as well as the video materials recorded by Bai Ye.

These were all handed over to Zhang Jun by Bai Ye yesterday, and no one else had seen them.

Zhang Zhong and the others also watched it with relish.

After the introduction was completed, it was the stage of the on-site display. Zhang Jun took a good gun and began to shoot at various objects.

The last display is shooting at the human body, which simulates the hostage hijacking scene that many people are more concerned about, and the progress is quite perfect.

The light ball ejected from the muzzle, and was no slower than the bullet. After hitting, it spread and freezes instantly, freezing the "hostage" and the "gangsters" together.

Next is the simple "broken ice" time.

It is OK to use a hammer to break ice, or to use heating to break ice.

"From the presentation just now, it's really good, but how do we make sure it's really harmless?"

After Zhang Jun finished introducing the article, someone stood up and said, "The translator did not ask him to do it for him, and he spoke fluent Chinese language."

In fact, everyone has a simultaneous translation headset in their ears. Even if there is no translation, there will be no problems when communicating.
Chapter completed!