Miss Pan looked at the group photo on the screen, narrowed her eyes, and started shooting. Aunt? Old man? Middle-aged fat man? What's going on? Where are the financial talents mentioned in the high-tech industry? In an instant, the appearance of the black man in a suit standing next to the screen reached the peak of his life.
After the think tank leader finished his explanation process for the fifth time, Ms. Pan finally nodded. The team leader shook his head at her and communicated with his teammates with his eyes: Are you sure that an international student with this kind of understanding can get into MIT? I can guarantee that she will never graduate. Just replace him! Simon's elite think tank will not hang on her! Alas, how could someone as smart as him... The think tank was filled with lamentations.
Ms. Pan, who studied archeology in Massachusetts, was very innocent. She had no idea about the names of the people the team leader described that were supposed to be jaw-dropping, so she had to make up her mind without going offline. At this moment, for money, Ms. Pan began to lose her mind.
"Handsome guy, let me tell you, if you are in charge of hundreds of billions of dollars, you can stand in the front row. I understand, right! Don't you just want to tell me how these people are rich? What does this have to do with me? I listened to it five times and I still can't find the core of what you said! Do you have any brains!"
At the end of the conversation, Simon's Think Tank fell into a chaotic discussion. This guy really couldn't tell that he was such a rude person without speaking. He dared to challenge Simon's Think Tank. Does she know what kind of person Simon is? Does she have a brain?
"Of course it does matter. Your mission this time is..."
The leader cleared his throat.
"Seduction"