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A tall man walked out of the Santa Fe Bogotá bank, wearing a striped shirt and black trousers, and a pair of glasses. The frame of the glasses is gold-rimmed, and the lenses are amber, a bit like women's trendy sunglasses.

White stood up straight, stepped on the black leather shoes, and shook hands with each other consciously. Seeing the man walking towards him, a polite smile appeared on his face.

The gentle man with a stack of papers also stretched out his hand to White kindly.

Aiwen said: "This is the data that the president told me to print for you."

White took the information in Ivan's hand and shook his hand with his right hand behind his back.

The man with glasses is the bank manager of the Santa Fe Bogotá Bank, and White called their bank president before that.

They exchanged greetings with each other for a while, their respective smiles were detached and cold, neither rude nor polite.

At this time, there are already arranged special meeting cars parked in front of the bank. The driver had black sunglasses and a large mottled head, chewing gum in his mouth.

White saw this guy's mouth stopped from the car window, walked up to open the door and sat in, he smiled and reminded: "Eat gum?"

The driver in the front seat hurriedly spit out the chewing gum, threw it into the crumpled tissue, and then rubbed his hands two or three times, feeling helpless and shy. The car started again.

White lowered the window, but looked at the driver who was driving, his eyes kept silent, but the driver stepped on the accelerator firmly. After leaving the bank, he drove smoothly along the mainland to the summit site in Bogotá, Santa Fe.

At this time, there are not many people in the city of Santa Fe and Bogota, and the morning markets on both sides are too late, but a family of three will walk along the path under the eaves, roughly knowing which bank they are going to go to and the supermarket opposite.

White saw the chewing gum kneaded in the tissue box. He had heard that chewing gum can be used to promote brain blood, memory and thinking. This is the first time that he has faced a young man like White. It is inevitable that he needs to chew gum to relax. .

When White closed the window, the sharp engine noise of the city car slowly disappeared, and he came to the door of a high-end hotel.

Beside a parking lot full of high-end cars, colorful advertising billboards stand at the door.

White got off the taxi, and two men in formal costumes were coming out into the parking lot. When they saw White, they stopped and waited for him.

Misell is a responsible organizer active on LUMBLAR in the Columbia area. He recruited White who was getting closer and closer, "White, is it Mr. White Engelson?"

"Yes, I am." White said.

"I'm Misell, I organized the summit in Colombia today," Misell said with a smile, "Let's go in together now."

Huai nodded, and walked from behind Miselle to side by side: "This place is really good."

Miselle put his hand in his trouser pocket and breathed easily through his nostrils, his suit tie was tied under the shirt collar, "I hope everything goes well for this summit."

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White took the license plate, signature pen and top hat at the door, signed his name on the white card of the top hat, and then put the top hat on the long table beside him, "Same."

Misell adjusted the top hat on the table: "Speaking of which, this is the first time you and I have worked together. It is really meaningful in this place in Colombia."

"Yes." Huai Fei nodded, because this is not only about lumblar, he also felt that bringing in several senior executives was to promote the development of the global Internet.

Four or five people walked in front of them, past a tall, golden champagne table. The champagne spilled out like a fountain, and the piles glowed with gold.

Two of them are beauties in formal dresses, showing a large white skin on the back shoulder blades. A woman in a golden shawl was holding a wine glass, leaning in front of White and Miselle, trying to get some good impressions from the greetings with them.

White walked to the spiral staircase at the reception, away from the singing and dancing. Miselle had to entertain himself. When White was looking at the whole reception scene, he nodded to him and asked the other waiters to bring things to White, nothing more than Colombian local gourmet desserts.

He sticks his head out of the gap in the stairs, observes the movement of the second floor with his eyes, resting his right hand on his shoulder blade. Unknown high-heeled shoes pattered on the spiral staircase, and the bone behind his shoulder often came with invisible pain.

When he rubbed his shoulders, the pain subsided, but his back began to stiffen, like a stone replacing the bones of his back, suddenly emerging from behind his shoulders.

The sound of high-heeled shoes on the stairs became louder and louder, like a bunch of coins suddenly spilled on an icy road on a sunny snowy day.

The woman with high heels came down and was accompanied by two men. One man was facing White's right hand, and the other appeared directly across from him.

The gaze facing the man happened to look at White, and his brown eyes and dark green eyeballs suddenly collided. White retracted his head, so hard that his forehead almost hit the **** of the stairs.

The voice of the waiter came from behind, and then there was a shock of applause from around. The wine glass in his hand didn't pay much attention, and the shaking of his body splashed White on his body and the entire front table.

When the woman looked at him, White wanted to avoid it, but she was too strong, as if she was suddenly startled.

White could only see her general face clearly, and the people on the podium held up Mike and started talking. The man White who is speaking still recognizes that he is Colombia's undersecretary of public diplomacy. At this international summit, his appearance is not surprising.

White's hand holding a napkin wiped the wine on his body, his eyes still looking at the podium, and he followed the others in applause.

He never remembered the look of the woman on the stairs until she came to him on the initiative.

He stood in the corner of the stairs for a long time, although he was not high-profile in his suit and attire, no one knew that he was Lumblar's Engelson except Misel.

There was a nice fragrance on the woman's body. He checked the back of his hand and body at first, and thought he was wearing someone's perfume, but there was none.

He leaned on the side of the wall table under the stairs, waiting for the undersecretary of diplomacy named Oscar on the podium to usher in another climax of his speech on the theme "The 2.0 Era of Public Diplomacy".

The smell of perfume wafts in the air, it is the scent of natural plants and trees. It is not too strong. It wafts between the gaps of the stairs, as if to seduce someone.

After a while, White noticed the woman who was getting closer.