pjbooks Chapter 17 Questioning
Chapter 17 Questioning
Speaking of which...
Theron was also somewhat looking forward to today's schedule.
As mentioned before, her father made his fortune in the last ten years by trading aluminum mines in Brazil.
Their status is somewhat similar to that of a "coal mine owner" or a "nouveau riche."
Therefore, after being in North America for so long, Theron is most often referred to in private as "a nouveau riche from Brazil".
No matter how rich her family is, they are still not respected by the so-called high society.
She hated the Western upper class, and hated even more that she couldn't enter it.
Now, this suggestion from the environmental celebrity has opened up new avenues of thought for her.
What is environmental protection?
At this point in time, it is absolutely the politically correct thing to do.
Becoming an environmental icon would certainly help Theron improve his social standing.
However, having the right idea is one thing, but executing it is another. Whether this can actually be accomplished remains to be seen.
The wheels rolled over the ground, which was covered with de-icing agent.
It emitted bursts of tire noise.
And at the red brick entrance of the Great Lakes Environmental Justice Association.
Meng Ran and Clarissa stood side by side.
He didn't let Thea and Little Dar come over.
The main reason was that the day before yesterday at the bar, Meng Ran asked Martin a lot of detailed questions about Theron.
Therefore, he had gained a certain understanding of Theron's personality and style of doing things.
If Thea were to come pick them up, they might not even get along after a few words, and Theron might arrogantly mock them. There's really no need to put up with that.
"Why haven't we arrived yet?" Meng Ran stamped her foot.
Although the sky was clear today, it was colder than when it was snowing because of the melting snow. The wind was strong at the door, and his feet were numb from standing outside for a while.
Clarissa, her face reddened by the wind, burrowed further into her scarf.
"Have you found a consulting firm to take on outsourced work yet?"
She was unaware that Martin and Meng Ran had made a deal.
The main reason is that Meng Ran was busy studying the environmental celebrity's plan yesterday and forgot to tell her.
"I guess I've found someone." Meng Ran wasn't sure if she could successfully help Martin break up with his girlfriend, so her answer was uncertain.
Clarissa stomped her feet back and forth slightly: "That's good. I've figured out how to bypass the supplier and get this business for you."
"How do you mean it?" Meng Ran asked curiously. Could it be that she and Xi Ya had the same idea?
"that is……"
Clarissa wanted to tell the whole story, but she couldn't help but keep it a secret: "You'll find out later. This is an idea I thought about for two days."
Clearly, she wanted to give Meng Ran a surprise.
Infected by his emotions, Meng Ran laughed and said, "That's too much trouble. I'll treat you to dinner once I get my commission."
"Is it the same restaurant as last time?"
"No, this time I'll treat you to Chinese food. Or, when I move to a new house, I'll cook for you myself."
"You can cook Chinese food?"
"Authentic Chinese food."
"Really? I haven't eaten much Chinese food." Clarissa tilted her head in her signature way, as if she was expecting something.
And so, the two continued to chat while they waited.
I waited a few more minutes.
The red Porsche appeared not far away.
They turned into the parking lot entrance and headed straight for the main gate.
Martin sat in the car, peering through the windshield at Meng Ran at the gate, utterly disappointed.
Yesterday he reminded Meng Ran to dress more like the old Qian, because only by whipping people like that could Sailong feel good.
But today, Meng Ran was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants with the association's logo.
How can this outfit make him the "new tough guy"?
He sighed inwardly.
After parking the car.
Martin quickly got out of the car, walked around to the front, and went to the back seat to open the car door for Theron.
A pair of legs encased in knee-high boots emerged from the car door.
Martin quickly put his arm around her and let Theron help him out of the car.
"..." Meng Ran.
"..." Clarissa.
Why not bring seven or eight bodyguards instead of this show of force?
In fact, Martin felt embarrassed in front of acquaintances.
But he quickly regained his composure and took the initiative to introduce the two parties.
Although Clarissa is a bit simple-minded, she is quite adept at "social niceties," shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with Theron in a natural and comfortable manner.
The two women chatted in this perfunctory manner for a while.
Theron's gaze then fell on Meng Ran, who was standing to the side and behind Clarissa.
Take off your sunglasses.
She looked Meng Ran up and down.
Only then did he confirm, "Bane Cole?"
"It's me, welcome to our association, Ms. Vieira." Meng Ran extended her hand to her.
Theron did not shake hands.
Instead, he crossed his arms and said pointedly, "The people in your association are younger than I imagined. Especially you, dressed like a college student who just finished playing basketball."
This statement is clearly not a compliment.
Instead, they were questioning the abilities of Meng Ran and Clarissa, these two young people.
Under the red brick gate.
There was a brief silence for a few seconds.
Martin stepped forward, intending to help Meng Ran out of her predicament.
however.
He hasn't even said a word yet.
But Meng Ran smiled and said to Sailong, "You'd better dress like me from now on."
"?" Cyron was stunned.
Martin, who was preparing to smooth things over, was even more surprised.
He thought Meng Ran would say something like "youth represents a new perspective."
What does "You have to dress like me" mean?
What does this mean?
Before the two could figure it out...
Clarissa then gestured to the two of them, inviting them on a tour of our association.
Sailon gave Meng Ran another deep look.
Then he swayed his waist and walked towards the interior of the association.
As mentioned before, the association's old red brick building has four floors in total, with the first floor mainly serving as a visitor and reception area.
And as one of the largest NGOs in Detroit.
Although it has only been established for three years, it has done a good job in creating a public image.
The walls are adorned with photos of various celebrities, all of whom are advisors to the association; there are also all sorts of seemingly high-level case studies on various topics.
Clarissa introduced them to Theron.
Martin deliberately pulled Meng Ran back a distance and whispered, "What exactly is your plan?"
"Look, you're in such a hurry again."
"It's not that I'm in a hurry, but I need to educate you on a concept: whether a woman can develop desire for a man depends 80% on the first meeting."
"I didn't realize you were a relationship expert?" Meng Ran said with amusement.
"..." Martin took a deep breath. "I'm not kidding! You don't want that $3 anymore?"
"Don't worry, if nothing unexpected happens, I can get you two to break up today."
Meng Ran patted Martin's arm, quickened his pace, and walked towards Theron.
"today?"
Martin was stunned into standing still by the timeline revealed by Meng Ran.
After pausing for a second or two, he jogged to catch up, wanting to ask something more, but couldn't find an opportunity to speak.
that's it.
After taking a tour.
The group entered the reception room, which was separated by glass partitions.
Close the door.
The two sat down on the single sofas on either side of the coffee table.
Meng Ran glanced at Martin first, then smiled at Theron and asked, "Did Martin tell you that the Amazon issue was an idea that Clarissa had been secretly planning for nearly a year?"
"Really?" Theron looked at Martin with a puzzled expression.
Yesterday, Martin bragged to her all night that the idea came from Meng Ran, and he praised Meng Ran many times, both openly and subtly.
How come it's Clarissa's idea again?
"Sorry, I didn't have time to mention that," Martin said, forcing himself to continue.
"It's okay, there's still time to introduce us now." Meng Ran smiled.
These words were spoken.
Martin shifted his position somewhat uncomfortably.
Because he remembered Meng Ran's words that night: "It's not too late for you to get to know me now."
The same tone.
The same smile.
It's equally extremely annoying!
However, Seron didn't have such complicated feelings and waited for Meng Ran to continue.
"Clarissa's grandfather and father were both city councilors. She was concerned about climate and the environment from a young age, and therefore turned down a lucrative job offered by her family after graduation."
Instead, she devoted herself to environmental protection, her lifelong dream being to become a celebrated environmental star…
"Wait a minute!" Theron interrupted, bewildered. "You mean, Clarissa also wants to become an environmental celebrity?"
"Also?" Meng Ran deliberately raised an eyebrow.
"Theron had the same idea," Martin quickly chimed in.
Cyron wasn't shy at all, and said very frankly, "I do have this idea, which is why I came to your association today."
Meng Ran nodded.
He then pretended to ponder for several seconds.
He then shook his head and said, "Miss Vieira, I don't mean any offense, but you don't currently meet the requirements to become an environmental star."