The Richest Man Yang Fei

　　 Jenny said, blinking her eyes continuously, her long eyelashes flapping like the wings of a butterfly.

　　 Yang Fei's eyes are so clear that no matter who looks at him, he can see his shadow from inside.

　　 Jenny looked away a little embarrassed, and gently pressed her lips: "You speak, can't you not be so tough?"

　　 "Hehe," Yang Fei said with a smile, "Miss Jenny, the dance music is ringing, let's dance together! The previous unpleasantness, let it go away with the wind."

　　 The two enter the dance floor holding hands.

Jenny swayed her beautiful body with Yang Fei's footsteps and said softly: "Mr. Yang, I do not despise Asians. On the contrary, I respect Asians because they are often very smart, hardworking and capable. I know Many Asians have made outstanding contributions in their respective fields."

"is it?"

　　 Yang Fei asked, her attitude towards Asians.

　　 And what she replied was some contributions made by Asians:

"Oh, of course. I know a PhD supervisor in chemistry. He won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry in a certain year. I went to his chemistry laboratory. Did you know? The students and researchers in there are all Asian! Really! Yes, I was shocked at the time. It turned out that the Nobel Prize for this mentor was won by these Asians! That award-winning result was jointly developed by Asian students and researchers, that mentor , It’s just a name. It’s someone else who pays, but it’s him who gets the results and bonuses."

　　 Jenny was obviously very impressed with this, so there is a follow-up: "Just because he is a mentor, a celebrity, and everyone else is unknown. So the Nobel Prize was given to him."

　　 Yang Fei said: "This is called the right to sign. Because he is a mentor, the others are the research results completed under his guidance and also completed in his laboratory."

　　 Jenny said: "But, this also shows that Asians are really amazing."

Yang Fei said: "In our country, only the elites of the elite can survive and rise in foreign companies. Why is the United States so advanced in science and technology? It is because of the gathering of elites from all over the world. Talents are the primary productive forces. Technology is also created and promoted by talents."

"Why do we talk about these topics on such a beautiful night? Although I find it interesting, can't we talk about more interesting topics? For example, how do you feel about me?" Jenny's face , Relying on Yang Fei so close, the breath that came out was right in Yang Fei's ears.

　　 Yang Fei chuckled and said, "It's as beautiful as a fairy. Like a Barbie doll."

"Really? You give me the feeling, very gentleman, very MAN." Jenny said happily, "You are a very attractive person. In my opinion, only Marlon Brando in the film and television series can have you. What an attraction."

　　 Yang Fei said: "You are too good. However, I also like Marlon Brando's movies. Especially the Godfather."

"I like it too. It's hard to imagine that he was only 48 years old when he was acting in this play! The wrinkles were all made up of makeup. He acted like an old man." Jenny said, "He did a great job! "

　　 Yang Fei said: "On Wall Street, your father is also a godfather level figure."

　　 "No, please don't say that about him. He is actually a very kind person. Unlike his godfather, he doesn't do bad things." Jane said, "He is a good person."

　　 Yang Fei couldn't help but want to laugh, but didn't want to spoil her innocent thoughts.

　　 In the eyes of the daughter, the father is a hero, right?

　　 But Yang Fei knew that even if her father was not a godfather, he was a similar character.

　　 As for whether you have done bad things, it depends on how the word bad is defined.

　　 The United States has sowed the seeds of war everywhere, but under the banner of peace, it has never admitted its own badness.

　　 You discuss the definition of bad with such a person, isn't it boring?

　　 Yang Fei danced two dances with Jenny, and then said: "I have something to talk about with your father. We will continue later."

"You men are always so disappointed. You don't hold a beautiful woman like me, but you want to accompany my old white-haired father." Jenny smiled humorously, and then gave Yang Fei a face-to-face gift. "I wait for you."

　　 Yang Fei turned around, wiped his face with his hand, and then found the pasqueflower.

　　 The white-headed man was chatting with a few tall white men, who stood upright, and at first glance they were soldiers or serving in the military.

　　 "Oh, Mr. Yang, you came right in time. Let me introduce to you, this is our greatest commander of a certain navy, the aircraft carrier of the Pacific, so he will condemn it."

　　 Yang Fei took a deep look at the man.

　　 Of course he knows this person.

　　 This is a hawk.

　　In the United States, hawks often represent unfriendliness to our country.

　　 Kindness does not hold soldiers!

　　The commander who can condemn the Pacific aircraft carrier will certainly not be too friendly.

　　 This man has sharp eyes like an eagle, and when he looks at people, he looks at prey.

　　 Yang Fei's eyes were gentle and tolerant. He looked directly at the eagle eyes, smiled slightly, and nodded in greeting.

　　 Hawkeye nodded arrogantly, and bent over slightly, which was regarded as a return.

　　 Yang Fei said to the pulsatilla: "I have something, I want to ask you for help."

　　 The white-headed man nodded and said, "Please follow me."

　　 He talked to Hawkeye about being unaccompanied, and then walked towards his reception room.

　　 After the heavy solid wood door was closed, the loud music and human voices outside were immediately isolated.

　　 This is a study room. The three walls are full of books. The bookshelves are as high as the ceiling. You have to set up stairs to get the books on it.

　　 Yang Fei thought that the pasque-headed man wanted to talk here.

　　 Unexpectedly, he walked to a bookcase, reached out and took out a luxurious hardcover book, and put it back.

　　 A legendary secret door slid open quickly and silently.

　　 "Please, Mr. Yang." The white-headed man turned his head and smiled slightly.

　　 Yang Fei gave a hum, followed him in ~www.NovelMTL.com~The bookcase door closed automatically.

　　 This is the real reception room.

　　 "Mr. Yang, don't worry, no third person will know anything we say here." The wind-headed man asked Yang Fei to sit down.

　　 Yang Fei sat down on an American chair with thick cushions.

　　 "Please take a look at this." Yang Fei really needs such an undisturbed room to discuss matters.

　　 What he took out was a bullet.

　　 "Bullet?" The pasque-headed Weng took it, raised it, and carefully observed it before his eyes.

"Correct."

　　 "Where did you get it?" The wind-headed man calmly placed the bullet on the table in front of him.

　　 "On the night of the listing of Beauty Group, someone put this bullet in front of my house." Yang Fei said, "I don't know, does this bullet represent any profound meaning?"

　　 Pulsatilla said: "This is not an ordinary bullet. It can be understood as a token. Regarding someone's token. He sent the bullet to you. There is a saying."

　　 "Whose bullet is it? What's the point?" Yang Fei's handsome eyebrows raised slightly.

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