Boss, please sign for it.

The girl jumped out and was curious about something.

Wen Judao: "It's just a venue where a group of people sit together and listen to the old man's speech. There's nothing interesting to see."

The girl said: "I actually want to go in and have a look. There is a special smell there. I haven't been able to go in before."

Wenrou looked at Wen Zixian: "Are there any tickets left?"

Wen Zixian was speechless: "Do you think it's a movie ticket? This is a ticket for the Boao Forum!"

Wenrou: "If you don't let me down, to me, it's not as good as a movie ticket. Go ahead, girl, I won't go tomorrow."

The girl clapped her hands happily to get the ticket.

It was agreed that the girl and Qin Qingtian would attend the Boao Forum the next day. Wenrou planned to sleep in, but at just seven o'clock in the morning, the girl woke Wenrou up and said that the prince with a piece of cloth on his head invited her to go with him. She doesn't need Wenrou's ticket to attend the lecture at Boao Forum.

In line with the principle of not wasting a visit, Wenrou got up from the bed and went to attend the Boao Forum.

The security level of the forum was terrifyingly high. After passing all the checks, Wen Rou and Qin Qing entered the venue.

Their seats were in a corner far away from the rostrum. Wenrou fell asleep not long after sitting in her seat.

I don’t know how long it took, but Qin Qingtian was patting Wenrou from the side: “Master, Master, wake up quickly, Wen Zixian is going to speak on stage!”

Wenrou swallowed her saliva in a daze and said: "If he comes on stage, come on stage. How can he still tell a story!"

Wenrou really felt that whatever Wen Zixian said had nothing to do with her.

Qin Qingtian: "Master, Wen Zixian gave a speech as a representative of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce."

"Aha!" Wenrou woke up. If she remembered correctly, one of the letters written by Wen Ruozhen to Wen Zixian mentioned that Wen Zixian, as a representative of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, spoke at the Boao Forum.

Douzi: "Rourou, Wen Ruozhen's predictions are coming true one by one!"

Wenrou rolled her eyes. It was obvious that she had worked hard to help him realize Wen Ruozhen's prophecies!
  Wen Zixian finally came to the speaking stage:

"Ladies and gentlemen, good morning..."

Wen Zixian began his speech. His speech was logically clear and informative. He mainly stated the position and requirements of Chinese national enterprises.

[Ding... Congratulations to Wenrou for completing the novice mission and becoming an official employee of Magic Express Company! 】

"Oh my God!" Douzi exclaimed, "Our mission is accomplished! We actually completed our mission!"

[Novice Task: Delivering Letters
  Delivery location: Magic City.

Recipient's name: James Wan.

Recipient's address: Liujinsuiyue Group, Zhixin Industrial Park, Pudong New District, Shanghai.

Task completion requirements: Wen Zixian’s letter of approval.

Sender: Wen Ruozhen.

Mailing location: Room No. 90685, Ghost Underworld, Underworld.

Task completion status: Accepted.

Mission reward: recipe]

Douzi, who was so excited that he was in a state of madness, no longer bothered to report the mission information that appeared on the screen to Wenrou.

But Wenrou saw it. Mission reward recipe?
  What the hell is this?

I spent half a year traveling across half of China, and the exhausting new tasks, shouldn't they be practicing exercises?

recipe!

With her last glimmer of hope, Wenrou opened the cookbook with her mind, hoping that the name of the exercise was just a cookbook, not that it was actually a cookbook.

The first dish: boiled peanuts.

The second course: Pearl Pimple Soup.

The third dish: cold cucumber shreds.

The fourth dish: hot pot noodles.

…    From the first page to the last page, this is truly a cookbook!
  Wenrou collapsed for a moment!

I worked so hard to help this piggy complete his mission, and he reached the pinnacle of his life. Damn it, what kind of crappy reward do I get!

Wen Rou stood up from her seat in a hurry, and Qin Qingtian next to her hurriedly asked: "What's wrong, Master?"

Wenrou: "I'm leaving."

Qin Qingtian immediately stood up and followed.

Walking out of the conference center, the sky was clear outside, and the girl and the prince with a piece of cloth on her head were taking pictures outside the conference center.

When the girl saw Wenrou, she immediately waved enthusiastically: "Wenrou, come on, let's take pictures together!"

Wenrou would casually take pictures of the scenery along the way, but rarely take pictures of herself. Well, since she came to this place where the world's big guys gathered, she took a photo as a souvenir.

Rejecting a piece of cloth on her head and Prince's billion-pixel mobile phone, Wenrou used her mobile phone to take a group photo of herself, the girl, and Qin Qingtian.

"We are going to the sea on a cruise ship. Do you want to come with us?" the girl asked.

Wenrou thought for a moment and said, "Okay." Anyway, the task was completed, and Wen Zixian's future life and death had nothing to do with her.

The prince with a piece of cloth on his head rented an entire luxury ship and invited many of his friends to board the ship and go out to sea for fun.

"Isn't this prince going to participate in the forum?" Wenrou was curious about the lives of rich people, and she hadn't finished her work yet.

Girl: "He has no speaking duties, he is just here to have fun."

Think about it, no matter how the world changes, no matter how you think of ways to develop, people with a piece of cloth on their heads will just sell their oil.

No matter how noisy other people's forums are, as long as the world still needs oil, people can still sit back and relax with a piece of cloth above their heads.

The big guys are busy talking and quarreling inside, while the wealthy and idle people outside are enjoying life.

The Prince with a Piece of Cloth on His Head has quite a lot of friends, from all over the world and of all skin colors. Many of them are upper-class people who participate in the forum, and some come just to have fun.

Wen Rou, the girl, and Qin Qingtian boarded the ship together.

After receiving the room card at the front desk, a few people decided to go to the roof plywood to take a look at the scenery.

The cruise ship has twelve floors, with decks, observation decks and an open-air swimming pool at the top.

There was no one on the plywood, except for the sun, which was pretty good.

The girl opened her arms and took a deep breath of sea breeze: "It's so good, so sweet!"

"Is the sea breeze very sweet to you? Isn't there something wrong with your sense of taste?" Wenrou asked from the side.
  "No, I just think it's very sweet! I can finally go to the sea, I'm so looking forward to it!"

"You live by the sea, isn't it easy to go to sea?"

"It's not easy. I can't swim yet, and I can't navigate through the wind and waves."

"You can take a boat."

"I have no money."

You have a good point.

An hour later, the cruise ship departed from the port and headed south.

The water in the South China Sea is very clear, and there are seagulls hovering in the sky. Passengers are feeding the seagulls with food.

Of course, more people were carrying out their various ascetic orgies in the cabin.

In the evening, the prince with a piece of cloth on his head held a dinner party in the banquet hall and entertained his friends from all over the world with sumptuous food.

When Wenrou and the others arrived at the banquet hall, the prince was surrounded by four beauties with various skin colors. Some fed him delicious food, some hugged his waist from behind, and some poured wine beside him.

When the prince saw the girl coming in, he held out his hand for her to sit down.

Wen Ju said: "Is the prince's waist okay?"

The girl said: "I think it's good, at least he looks like this. I don't think he will be soft when stabbing his heart with a sword."

Wen Rou: "..."