146 真的是祖传，我爷二十多年前就琢磨钛夹的事儿了(3/8)
amp;amp;quot;You ever think about coming out to the States? Just for a visit. See the labs. See what we're working on. I'll take you to the good steakhouse. No funny business."(就没想过来美国?就转转。看看实验室,看看我们在搞什么。我带你去吃正经牛排。不整那些虚的。)
许文元把档案袋往他怀里推了推,收回手,往后退了半步。
"One of these days, man. One of these days. But right now? I got patients waiting. And my granddad's got a pot of tea cooling somewhere. You guys get that paperwork right, and maybe-may
be-I'll let you buy me that steak."
(改天吧,兄弟。改天。现在?我还有病人等着。我爷爷不知道在哪儿泡了壶茶,都快凉了。你们把文件弄对,没准——没准——我赏脸吃你那顿牛排。)
他转身,走了两步,又停下来,回头看了威廉一眼。
"And hey, tell your lawyers not to screw it up. I'm not gonna explain this shit twice."
(对了,跟你们法务说,别搞砸了。老子没空说第二遍。)
威廉举着档案袋,冲他晃了晃。
"Wouldn't dream of it. Now get out of here, you crazy bastard. Go save some lives.”
(想都不敢想。滚吧,你这疯狗。救人去吧。)
许文元的英文怎么这么熟练,而且看他和威廉以及强生首席执行官之间谈笑风生的态度,就像是多年老友一般。
这.......
人群安静的像是所有人的心跳都停止了跳动。
首席执行官从后面跟上来,西装扣子系得整整齐齐,领带也打得规规矩矩。
他走到威廉身边,看了许文元一眼,嘴角带着笑,那笑里有点无奈,有点服气,还有点说不清的东西。
"You know, Xu, I've been doing this job for twelve years. Traveled to thirty-seven countries. Sat across the table from surgeons in Tokyo, London, Munich. Never once did I have a thirty-year-o
Id kid in a Mao suit tell me my entire R&D de