Mal is mine 大马是我的（2 languages）

Partner 合作伙伴

Da da da...

In the private room in the restaurant, one person was tapping on the table with his hand, the other was holding the tablet open to cover his face, and his eyes showed a very displeased look. He sighed and sat back.

The place was eerily quiet.

"What time is it?" He lowered his embarrassment and looked at his secretary.

"8:44...he's 44 minutes late..." the new secretary whispered, the boss's eyes were terrifyingly fierce, and the secretary was naturally stared very frightened. This was the first time he saw the boss get angry. It was only him and the boss in this small space. He seemed to be able to feel the boss's displeasure and felt uneasy in his heart.

"I didn't expect it? Someone would let me dove." He smiled, tugging at his tie. "Fuck!" He got a little impatient. He vaguely remembers that since his success, almost no one has let go of his pigeons, and those who want to cooperate with him are too late! Many people are still begging him to invest! Such a big person, he felt, if the other party was not very good and good at talking, maybe he would not be sitting here waiting for him now. After all, who would waste their time on someone who is useless? But then again.. he thought about it, he always felt that the other party was very similar to someone, especially the way he talked and his style of doing things.

He suddenly changed his mind.

"8:50" he said, "8:50" if he doesn't come, we will leave. Forget it, in fact, I really want to see him, just wait a little longer, just a while. Although he still feels Quite a waste of time.

"Okay," the secretary replied while suppressing his nervousness, he vaguely felt that he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! --

Singapore woke up from the sofa to a series of bells that gave him a headache.

He woke up and looked in the direction the ringing came from, but couldn't find his phone. He looked around but didn't know where he put the phone. In desperation, he turned on the computer. He was a little confused, feeling that what he had forgotten yesterday seemed important. But what is it, I just can't remember it!

The computer was not shut down, and Singapore was easily turned on by pressing the space bar. The computer immediately popped out a low-battery warning, Singapore moved a finger and swiped to close it, and randomly came into view a message from a partner.

"Oops!" Singapore was taken aback, he remembered! This is what I forgot yesterday! How could he forget something so important! ? He woke up instantly, his eyes full of seriousness. He sat up straight and quickly read the messages sent by the other party. From the first reminder, to the later is with a tone of blame. He couldn't afford to miss a second.

He immediately got up from the sofa and walked into the room to pick up his suit jacket and put it on. He suddenly felt like there was something in his pocket, he reached out and touched it. Fortunately, the phone was in his suit pocket. It looks like everything is in order now. He immediately put on his leather shoes and rushed out of the house. On the way, he strode and checked the time on his phone, hoping his partner was still waiting for him. He thought he needed to take his tablet everywhere but luckily the phone was found. Although the tablet is not very heavy, he still finds the phone more convenient.

After arriving at the designated spot, while striding along, he turned his head and looked around to find that restaurant. Finally found that restaurant.

Singapore walked to the door and walked into the restaurant with trepidation, not sure if his partner was still waiting for him. Or he had already left. He couldn't blame the other party, after all, it was his own fault, and he was the one who was late. As he entered the restaurant, the helping bell on the glass door rang. The waiter noticed him and came up to ask.

"Hello, how many are there?" the waiter greeted him politely.

"L1 private room, thank you." After saying that, Singapore gave him a smile. He was in a hurry and didn't want to answer irrelevant questions anymore, all he wanted to know now was whether the other party was still waiting for him.

"Okay, please wait." The waiter nodded and ran to the counter to ask.

Singapore looked around, the cold air from the restaurant fell on his face, and his skin was instantly irritated, it was quite cold. But he still felt very stuffy and his heart was beating very fast. As you can guess, he must be sweating profusely now. Singapore decided that this was a western restaurant, and I vaguely remembered when I had been there, but it has been a long time.

"Sir." The waiter just now came over. "Please come with me," he said, and led Singapore into a door. Singapore breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the other party was still waiting for him. Just apologise to him.

There is a corridor inside the door, and the space is very large. There are several doors on the left and right walls of the corridor, and the number of the private room is written on it.