Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Boston is the capital and largest city of Massachusetts, and the largest city in New England in the northeastern United States.

Founded in 1630, it is one of the oldest and most culturally valuable cities in the United States. The Boston Tea Party event in American history eventually led to the famous American War of Independence.

Nine a.m., Logan International Airport.

A large passenger plane from Hong Kong landed on the runway roaring.

At the B3 exit of the airport, Marat Savage raised his wrist in front of a Bentley to check the time. After confirming that the flight had landed, he looked towards the airport exit from time to time.

"Second. Here."

The muscles on Marat Savage's face twitched instantly. The second child, who will call him that, you don't need to look to know who it will be.

Damn wild monkeys.

Marat Savage cursed.

There was no accident, not far away, Tang Dunhou followed Shen Jiannan with his luggage, smiling like a monkey with a crooked mouth, which was very annoying.

Marat Savage opened the car door, and when Shen Jiannan approached, he opened his mouth and said.

"Boss, can I teach this impolite wild monkey a lesson. You see, he always calls me the second child."

"Second brother, you are not convinced. Then let's make gestures?"

Marat Savage was too lazy to talk to Tang Dunhou, and looked straight at Shen Jiannan, his eyes were full of pleading.

He really had enough of being called the second child.

Shen Jiannan shrugged.

"As long as you like it."

Zizizi——

It seemed that the sound of electricity was drifting, and Marat Savage and Tang Dunhou looked at each other, their eyes filled with a strong desire to fight.

Shen Jiannan couldn't help shivering.

He really couldn't understand, what's the point of looking at two big men like this.

Soon, the car started, and Marat Savage stepped off and drove towards the Charles River.

Outside the car window, young high-rise buildings flashed by, pedestrians coming and going and traffic jams from time to time, showing the prosperity and vitality of this city. Due to its early qualitative, the population has always been seldom compact.

Passing through the tall buildings, the car came to a clear riverside road.

The Charles River, Boston's most famous river, is widely known for the many world-renowned universities along its route.

On both sides of the road, there are colorful towering giant trees, crabapple trees full of fruits, green willow branches, slightly yellowing magnolia trees, and red and green oak forests.

The reflection in the clear water of the river reflects an elegant environment that makes people feel very safe and relaxed.

But Shen Jiannan's heart was not as calm as his face.

Once, he hid here in Boston for a week. During that week, he spent every day in fear like a bereaved dog.

Come back today, time has passed, and everything is still different.

The car is fast.

In less than an hour, we arrived at the campus of Boston University.

Shen Jiannan got out of the car at the gate of Boston University Divinity School and stood at the gate of the campus looking around for a while.

Peng Er has been here for half a month, and with his ability, he can easily lock Song Xiaodan's position. Since the girls from the business school were invited to the party by the seminary, Song Xiaodan is now in the cathedral of the seminary, preparing to sing the Messiah together with the students of the seminary.

After pausing for a moment, Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows to signal Marat Savage to lead the way.

As the main discipline of Boston University, the status of the seminary has always been extraordinary. The college was established in 1839 and is one of the oldest seminaries in the United States.

It can be said that the crime rate in Boston has been kept at a low level, which is also inseparable from the history of the seminary for more than 100 years.

Passing through the colorful campus corridors, bypassing retro or historically mottled buildings, a splendid and tall college auditorium appeared in front of you.

In the auditorium, hundreds of girls dressed in white stood in the center of the church. Every girl was full of youthful vigor, and their youthful youth made them look uniquely beautiful.

Around, stood men and women of different clothes and different skin colors.

This time the academy held a large Messiah chorus, and there were almost a thousand people who came to watch.

mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

A white woman also dressed in white was conducting the symphony with a baton. As the baton was continuously raised, dozens of people held violins and pulled the strings together. The melodious melody continued to echo in the empty building. with.

mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

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The height of oriental women is naturally inconspicuous in European and American countries.

Song Xiaodan was not considered tall in the first place. In a place like the United States where the average height reaches 1.7 meters, he could only stand in the first row.

So, as soon as Shen Jiannan came in, he saw Song Xiaodan who was also wearing white clothes and holding a Bible, singing the Messiah with everyone present.

I haven't seen you for a few months.

Song Xiaodan's appearance is more and more attractive. Against the background of white clothes, her red and white complexion looks more natural than most white women. Perhaps it is because the Messiah is a sacred song, giving people a sense of inviolability.

Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows.

Unfortunately, there were so many people that Song Xiaodan didn't see him at all.

Materialistic guys like Shen Jiannan have never been in awe, let alone have any beliefs.

With a blink of an eyelid, the idea came.

The messianic chorus, such occasions will never lack the profession of priests.

Not far away, a white man in his fifties, wearing a priest's suit and hanging a cross around his neck, was muttering devoutly in his heart.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Mr. Priest, hello."

The priest turned around and saw an unfamiliar face.

People of the yellow race are young, full of vigor, and have an extraordinary bearing.

He is much taller than many people of the yellow race. He is wearing a well-fitting expensive suit that reflects luster. He is wearing a Rolex emerald watch, which reflects charming light under the sunlight passing through the sky.

The priest smiled the most benevolently.

"Son. Is there anything I can do for you? I am very willing to find the lost direction for the lost lamb."

"Can you lend me your equipment?"

"Walter?"

The priest looked confused.

Shen Jiannan shrugged his shoulders and winked. The priest followed him to a corner in doubt.

Taking out his wallet, he took out two US dollars that smelled like ink, and Shen Jiannan smiled and said.

"Mr. Priest, can you sell me your clothes and your cross?"

moment.

The priest was enraged, his pale face was flushed with blood, and his eyes were full of anger. As a clergyman, money is the greatest insult to man.

Shen Jiannan shrugged helplessly, and took out a stack at a time.

"Um?"

mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

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I don’t know if it’s because the messianic chorus is a praise to God. There was a special sacred atmosphere at the scene. The crowd looked at the students in white with admiration in their eyes.

But at this moment, someone felt something was wrong.

Like, a duck fell into a flock of cranes.

Many people were stunned and could hardly believe their eyes, but after they understood what they couldn't help laughing.

In the center of the venue, a young priest ran out of nowhere, like a black duck flapping its wings, spinning and dancing an unsightly ballet.

Soon, the young priest ran to the center of the chorus, stood behind the lead singer directing the symphony, shook his head and provoked the rock disco.

Pooh!

As an Indian, Tabu believes in Hinduism, and he came to the Messiah chorus just because he did as the Romans did, so he was naturally not very focused.

She couldn't help laughing at the funny scene of the young priest.

"Song. Look there."

Song Xiaodan, who was holding the Bible, raised his head subconsciously, and when he saw who it was, he was stunned.

Isn't that the face I see in my dreams day and night?

The four eyes met in an instant, and Shen Jiannan's eyes shone with genuine joy. The moment he saw Song Xiaodan, he realized what kind of place Song Xiaodan held in his heart.

Snapped--

The soul had already rushed towards Shen Jiannan, and the Bible in Song Xiaodan's hand fell to the ground involuntarily.

When she regained her senses and wanted to pick it up, Shen Jiannan had already picked up the Bible on the ground with a smirk.

As soon as he turned around, Shen Jiannan walked behind Song Xiaodan, gently stroking the long black hair soaked in fragrance shampoo, leaning his head against the clear and soft earlobe.

"Baby, I think Messiah is really ugly. Only your beautiful voice can make this guy Handel a genius."

Dreams do come true.

The burst of joy made Song Xiaodan smile involuntarily on his face.

She really wanted to turn around and hug the body behind her tightly.

But she can't, the school is holding the Messiah chorus this time, as a school student, she can't break the formation casually, this is disrespect to the academy.

Shen Jiannan didn't have so many worries.

Now, his identity is a priest, and he stretched out his arms, like a real priest, and seriously sang along with the chorus.

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Love me China."

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While singing, Shen Jiannan gently lowered his hand and pressed on the most plump place three inches below Song Xiaodan's waist. As he leaned forward, he felt an indescribable feeling of prosperity.

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

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In the excitement, someone is instantly ecstatic because of the beautiful face...