The examples he gave were vivid, clear and popular, allowing Luoxi, a design house with no business foundation, to understand them without any difficulty.
He explained everything about buyer's warehouses, customs declarations and tax payments, and the virtual economy in such a way that he couldn't get rid of it in his mind.
According to Luo Xi's incomplete prediction, the probability that a random uncle or aunt coming back from the street to buy groceries would be able to understand what he said would be as high as 99.99%.
Luo Xi suddenly felt that Daniel was a Daniel, and one conversation with Daniel was better than ten months of hard study.
It was impossible not to admire him.
Soon, one annual report after another was digested by Luo Xi and the man's questions and answers.
The man had no bored tone from beginning to end, like a good mentor with a gentle temper.
Yan Yu, who was following Jing Mohao outside to discuss the plan, watched Jing Mohao answer the phone non-stop, his voice remaining so calm, even with an indescribable tenderness.
Yan Yu once thought that his young master was in love, otherwise anyone who answered more than a hundred phone calls a day would go crazy.
Moreover, they are in South Africa, and they started discussing the plan late at night.
The call never stopped.
If he hadn't heard that the conversation was all about business terminology, he would have thought that the young master and his wife were checking up on her from time to time.
Usually lovers are so tireless only when talking on the phone.
Luo Xi didn't know what was going on with the man, so he was immersed in his diligent and studious atmosphere and asked more and more enthusiastically.
The man raised his hand to look at the time, calculated briefly, and finally darkened his face.
"Luoxi, it's so late, why don't you go to bed?"
Luo Xi then raised his eyes and looked out the window, which had already turned black into ink.
Look at the clock on the wall again, it's a quarter past three Why is it so dark outside the window at a quarter past three?
Oh My God Could it be a quarter past three in the morning?
It's amazing that I didn't feel sleepy after watching it for so long.
Is it because my thirst for knowledge has become stronger or because the great master Jing Mohao is more attractive?
I have almost paid off the debt I owed in the past three days.
However, this great god actually took such a long time to pay for himself, and he only reminded himself now.
"You haven't slept either?"
"I'm going to sleep and you're going to talk to ghosts on the phone."
"Then if I fall asleep, wouldn't you have to talk to ghosts on the phone?"
Luo Xi raised the corner of her mouth slightly on the other end of the phone.
"Luoxi, are you itchy again?"
"" If you don't agree with me, you'll take action.
Come and hit me.
Come on, come on.
Luo Xi was silently arrogant for a moment, and then immediately became calm again.
Because she knew very well that if she said what was so embarrassing in her heart, Jing Mohao would definitely rush back to deal with her as soon as possible.
"Then will you come back tomorrow?"
"Go back this afternoon."
I don't know if he was comforted by the woman's concern, but the man's voice no longer had an abrupt edge and regained the peace in the dark night.
Luo Xi curled her lips, forgetting that it was already a brand new day, and he would be back in a dozen hours.
How to describe her current mood?
Call it expectation, but there is nothing to look forward to.
Call it excitement, there is nothing to be excited about
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