Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

After taking over the research center, An Feng simply arranged some personnel and renewed the contract with the grassroots employees of the original research center, at least to ensure that there are enough manpower to maintain the operation of this institution. In addition, it also needs a supervisor to be in charge of the company's operations, and Anfeng has encountered difficulties in this regard.

Who are you looking for?

An Feng was at a loss, did he want to recruit? Or on your own? He doesn't have that much time, and with his strength, he can be a hands-off shopkeeper, and if he really manages the company, it will be a miracle if he doesn't close down in the end. But by God's grace, Mrs. Sinclair helped him.

Mrs. Sinclair suggested: "I suggest that you continue to appoint the original supervisor first, because he is very familiar with the operation method here. After you find suitable management personnel, you can deploy the position. Make full use of time and spend money It's all spent where it should be used, what do you think?"

As the company's only shareholder's suggestion, An Feng adopted it.

I stayed in the local area for another night, and continued to arrange the decoration of the research center the next day. I called my assistant John, and we ran a few times together. Afterwards, we had to find time to re-list, go to the tax department to change the registration, and so on. I was exhausted from being so busy, I just wished I didn't have more subordinates.

In the evening he flew back to SLO.

Katilina drove his convertible Ferrari and parked at the gate of the airport in a very high-profile manner. She had a pair of big sunglasses on her face, her buttocks sitting on the front of the car, and her legs were crossed to look cool, attracting the attention of passers-by. An Feng spotted her at the first sight. There was no other way than attracting attention. Katilina was a master.

Returning home exhausted, the dinner was settled casually, and Katilina’s craftsmanship was ignored. As for Gu Li, who has always been busy with things, he didn’t want to eat the fighting national-style meals. This guy often eats raw in the morning Eggs, said to be in good shape. An Feng tried it once and wanted to vomit.

Fortunately, Katilina was very good tonight and didn't pester him for milk like a barking she-cat. He was lying comfortably in the bathtub, the water mist was rising, and it was dense. Katilina sat behind, applied some essential oils on him, and worked hard with her hands. Of course, there are more comfortable ones... I won't tell you.

Grabbing Meimei with her big breasts, she fell asleep and regained her energy. Both of them got up very early, An Feng was going to feed the horse, and Katilina was going to run for exercise. Most Americans like outdoor sports, perhaps this is the main reason for their good figure and tight skin.

He came to the stables in his boots, grabbed a handful of pasture and carrots, fed them with the cowboy Howard, and bathed Philip himself. He seemed very excited. Howard saw it, and said enviously: "Philip is very smart, except for you, it is difficult for anyone else to let him dispel his guard."

"Really?" An Feng scratched Philip with a smile, and looked into its big eyes, "Such a good boy, if I have a chance, I'll find you a girlfriend!"

Philip actually cried out, feeling very excited.

An Feng laughed out loud.

After taking a bath, I rode it out for a few laps, and the flying horse's hooves rolled up a cloud of dust... I also reviewed some equestrian lessons, let Philip go to hurdles and barrels, it was as proficient as ever, and it took less time. Smart Philip can understand a simple action or command.

The time with Philip is always very relaxing, but after returning home, there are a lot of emails and phone calls. There are things here and there, and An Feng spends all day going back and forth between home and the airport, queuing up, buying tickets, security checks, and boarding... He flew three times to Los Angeles this week! When he thought he could catch his breath, Gu Li reminded him: "Boss, I should go to the Immigration Bureau to talk."

An Feng slapped his head and almost forgot.

You can’t take the plane for this trip. The reason is that Gu Li has no identity. He only has a few documents. If you want to board the plane, you have to wait for the airport to check this, check that, and finally report to the above... An Feng drove the pickup directly Get out and rush to San Francisco. Gu Li is too big, the last time he took a sports car, he almost bowed his body and endured the whole process. A pickup would be nice, at least it would allow him to stretch his limbs normally.

Stayed in San Francisco for one night, went to the immigration office with the lawyer who made an appointment the next day, and prepared to talk to the immigration officer. Before coming here, I was mentally prepared to fail. Unlike the 1990s, Americans are now tricked into being smart. , Giving a green card for political asylum is all a thing of the past.

In the end, Gu Li failed, as expected. The lawyer stated on the spot that Guli would appeal to the court and let the immigration judge make a decision. Then according to the arrangement, there will be at least two court appearances, but the time is far apart, because the court is not run by your family. It is estimated that it will take half a year before and after, and a year later. It's all possible.

But from now on, Guli can apply for a work card. With a work card, he can work normally, apply for SSN, social welfare, etc., which is similar to a work visa. After accompanying him through these procedures, An Feng advanced the lawyer's fee and issued Gu Li a check for US$100,000.

An Feng said: "Okay, then you can hang out with lawyers."

Gu Li took the check without looking at it, but said sincerely, "Thank you, BOSS."

An Feng smiled: "It's okay, what are your plans in the future?"

Gu Li didn't even think about it, so he asked, "Can I still work under you?"

"If you want, no problem." An Feng readily agreed. After this month, Gu Li has been very diligent. Apart from drinking some vodka and talking loudly, Maozi has no major shortcomings. Moreover, Gu Li also made a guest appearance as An Feng's fighting coach and firearms coach, and he learned a lot from it.

Besides, it would be nice to have a big bodyguard, right?

Just as Gu Li was about to say something, An Feng's phone rang. He walked aside and talked for more than ten minutes, then came back and said to Gu Li: "Sorry, I have something to go! If you really plan to continue to be my bodyguard, Gongka Come to SLO to find me after it is done. Of course, if you find a more suitable one, congratulations!"

He went back in a hurry, got some materials, and came to SLO airport early the next morning. He was already tired of boarding the plane, queuing up to buy tickets, waiting at the security check... When will he be able to drive directly into the airport? Just walk away, dare to deduct your salary for a second?

Depressed all the way to Los Angeles, I met the director of the "Jean and Tima Research Center". A white man in his early fifties named Joseph Hart, the director recommended by Mrs. Sinclair, chatted with him about the research center. Things, very simple: welcome; express trust; excuse me, you go to work.

An Feng flew back again, but he had a hunch that he would fly many times to Los Angeles, because the research team was about to settle in, and he needed to arrange work and be a magician. Then I have to fly to San Francisco again, this time to sign a contract with the graduates recommended by Song Wenrui, that is, a group of hard-working and low-demand high-achieving students.

Then wait in line, buy tickets, go through security checks, wait for boarding...fly back.

An Feng finally couldn't take it anymore.

"I want to buy a plane!" An Feng said to Lei, "It's not a business jet, nor is it a fixed wing. I need a helicopter that can take off directly from my door, give a green light all the way to the door of the company, and don't have to wait, buy a ticket, or go through security checks. And don't worry about the damn delayed plane!"

"Is there?" An Feng took a breath.

Lei said calmly on the other end of the phone: "A lot, Mr. An."