Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

For the whole day, Fang Lang was at the headquarters of Universal Group, handling the company's backlog of official business.

It wasn't until it got dark that I was awakened by a knock on the door, thinking it was the company secretary who had something else to say.

Casually said:

"Come in!"

As a result, it was Lilith who opened the door.

Fang Lang quickly stood up and walked forward, opening his hands as he walked.

Lilith was like a baby swallow returning to her nest and pounced directly into Fang Lang's arms. As she pounced towards her, she shouted:

"Lang, I miss you so much. Wuwu..."

Feeling the attachment of the girl in his arms to him, Fang Lang was very happy, hugged her tightly, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.

"Lilith, I miss you so much."

Lilith was obviously not satisfied with being kissed on the forehead. The little girl raised her head and placed her soft lips directly on Fang Lang's mouth.

The enthusiasm that burst out at this moment almost made Fang Lang unable to control himself.

Just as the two of them were kissing each other in French style, a very discordant cough came from the door.

Pulling the two of them back from the situation where they were about to go off the gun.

Fang Lang looked up and saw that it was Miss Ophelia Berg, still looking at the two people at the door.

"Miss Ophelia Berg, if nothing happens, you can get off work.

Let’s talk about anything tomorrow.”

Fang Lang was very dissatisfied with Ophelia Berg's ignorant performance. Didn't he see that his boss was having sex with his girlfriend?

You can eat dog food secretly, but it’s really immoral to disturb other people’s intimacy.

Before Ophelia Berg could speak, Lilith in her arms had already taken the initiative to say:

"Ah! I'm sorry, sister Ophelia, I...,"

Perhaps a little embarrassed, Lilith turned around and said:

"Lang, I have made an appointment with Sister Ophelia to have dinner together tonight."

Upon hearing this, Fang Lang finally understood what was going on. Unexpectedly, Ophelia Berg and Lilith had a good relationship when they met for the first time.

After looking at the sky outside, it was indeed getting dark. Fang Lang had no intention of continuing to work now and said to Ophelia Berg:

"Any good restaurant recommendations?"

Ophelia Berg couldn't explain what she was thinking at this time.

When he saw Fang Lang and Lilith making out, he really wanted to turn around and leave.

However, I remembered that I had a very interesting chat with Lilith along the way.

The other party took the initiative to make an agreement with me to have dinner together tonight, and I agreed without much thought.

It was dark when I saw the two people kissing each other, and I completely ignored my own existence.

I originally wanted to cough twice and tell Lilith to cancel the dinner party today.

As a result, Fang Lang's attitude made her very unhappy.

What do you mean, it turns out that when my girlfriend is not around, she is teasing me.

Now that my girlfriend is around me, it becomes a superior-subordinate relationship, and I want to make myself stand out.

Huh! Man, I won’t let you get what you want.

I'm going to ruin your good deeds today.

"Lilith said she wanted to eat Chinese food on the way. Do you think you should try it in Chinatown?"

These words made Fang Lang stunned, he put his arms around Lilith's waist and said:

"Oh! Lilith, why do you want to eat Chinese food?"

"Because you are Chinese!

So, I want to adapt to your taste. It turns out that there is no Chinese food in Italy.

However, I found several Chinese restaurants in Boston, and after eating them, I thought they were very delicious.

So, I just want to eat the taste of your hometown with you!"

Lilith heard Fang Lang's question and said with a smile like a flower.

After hearing Lilith's words, Fang Lang realized that he had indeed not eaten Chinese food for a long time.

I just don’t know if the Chinese food in New York is authentic Chinese food.

After thinking for a while he said:

"Okay, let's go to Chinatown and have a look."

Under the escort of the guards, the group drove into Chinatown without knowing where to find authentic Chinese food.

While walking, I saw the signboard of Sihai Family. Isn’t this the entrance of Hongmen Hall!

I don’t know where to eat anyway, so I just chose this restaurant.

A group of people walked into a big hotel in Sihai, and the receptionist at the door was startled.

At first glance, this posture shows that he is not a simple figure.

He is obviously not someone he can afford to offend with so many bodyguards surrounding him.

In particular, I noticed that when several guards got out of the car, they had Thompson submachine guns leaking from under their black woolen coats.

Yingbin's eyelids jumped when he saw it.

He hurriedly came up to say hello, and when he asked if he was here for dinner, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a big shot definitely can't let him dine on the first floor! He hurriedly went to the private room on the second floor to greet him.

The bodyguards didn't care, they went inside first and searched for a while.

After confirming that there was no problem, he nodded to the outside.

Fang Lang got out of the car with two beauties.

When the greeter saw that the person who came was actually an Asian, he couldn't help but be stunned.

When did the United States have such a big shot?

This scene is almost as good as the President of the United States.

In fact, he didn't know what the President of the United States looked like, but he felt in his heart that the President of the United States should be like this.

At least the bosses in front of them definitely don’t have such a grand display.

He quickly stepped forward to greet him and said:

"Boss, please come inside!"

Fang Lang looked at the enthusiastic guy in front of him, smiled and said:

"Can your chef cook authentic Chinese food?

Don't take out those foreign devils' stuff."

The waiter didn't expect that he was actually a Chinese, and the enthusiasm on his face suddenly became a little more enthusiastic.

He even said quickly:

"Sir, you have come to the right place.

In the entire Chinatown, we are the only ones who can really cook authentic Chinese food."

Upon hearing this title, Fang Lang was immediately amused and said with a smile:

"From the accent, my brother is from Peiping."

When the man heard this, he became even more friendly. For such a big man, if he calls himself a brother, he will be able to boast for ten years after he goes out.

"This master, you are this."

As he said that, he gave a thumbs up.

"In my impression, among the Chinese in the United States, there seem to be more from the Fujian and Guangdong regions!

I didn’t expect to meet someone from Peiping.”

The two chatted while walking, and Fang Langdao also felt friendly.

"You are right. Our family escaped when the Japanese invaded Peking. I was already fifteen years old when I came here.

Therefore, this accent cannot be changed."

Fang Lang thought of the Peiping accent that he often heard when watching TV in later generations. At this time, he felt particularly friendly when listening to it.

He smiled and said:

"Whatever you want to change, it's fine as it is."

After saying that, the two of them had already entered the box, and the waiter wiped the table with a towel and said:

"Master, what flavor do you want to eat today? I will personally tell the chef in the kitchen to ensure it is authentic."

"Oh! What flavors do you have here?"

In Fang Lang's impression, there should be four major cuisines in his hometown during this period, namely Northeastern cuisine, Northwest cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and Cantonese cuisine.

The eight major cuisines that later became popular all over the world had no such term at this time.

Therefore, Fang Lang is also curious about what kind of flavors this Sihai family can have.

"Look at what you said, we are one family from all over the world. What does it mean to be from all over the world? Of course we are good at all four major cuisines!"

The waiter said with a proud face, but the work in his hands did not stop, and he was still pouring tea for Fang Lang and others.

In his previous life, Fang Lang actually preferred eating heavy-flavored dishes such as Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.

Unfortunately, I don’t know if I can eat it at this time, so I tentatively said:

"Are there any cooks from the Xiangchuan area?"

Unexpectedly, this guy was really a knowledgeable person, so he immediately asked:

"Oh! This man likes spicy food, right?

No problem, we’ll arrange it for you directly.”

"Let's do this! See if they can make eggplant stew, twice-cooked pork, and mapo tofu. I only need these dishes.

Serve Cantonese food to the lady!

A little lighter, roast goose, barbecued pork, sweet and sour pork, steamed sea bass, plain chicken, etc.

Let’s try the taste. If it’s really authentic, we’ll eat here more often.”

Fang Lang didn't know if these dishes were available here, so he ordered some of the dishes he would often eat in the future.

Unexpectedly, the waiter didn't think twice and just repeated the name of the dish Fang Lang ordered.

"Master, just take a look, I will arrange it for you right away!"

"Don't forget to arrange two tables for my brothers so that they can also try the taste."

Following Fang Lang's instructions, the waiter didn't forget to turn back and bend down towards Fang Lang as he went out.

He shouted:

"Okay! This gentleman, I promise to arrange everything for you."

For some reason, Fang Lang felt that this guy looked like a slave in the old society, but the feeling of being served was still very comfortable.

When the two women saw that Fang Lang and the guy were communicating in Chinese throughout the whole process, they couldn't get a word in, so they could only watch silently.

Among them, Lilith is now learning Chinese because of Fang Lang.

But since I have just started, it is still difficult to listen.

But there was one word he understood.

Looking at Fang Lang with confusion on his face, he asked:

"Lang, why does he call you grandpa? Is he your grandson?"

Fang Lang, who had just picked up the tea on the table and took a sip, almost spit out the tea after hearing Lilith's words.

I coughed several times before I regained my composure.

When Lilith saw Fang Lang's appearance, she even patted Fang Lang on the back to help him calm down.

"Lilith, when did you start learning Chinese?"

Seeing that Fang Lang was fine, Lilith breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"I hired a Chinese girl to be my Chinese teacher in Boston's Chinatown!

However, Chinese is really difficult!

I can only barely understand a little bit of it now."

Needless to say, Lilith’s purpose in learning Chinese must be for herself. At this moment, Fang Lang really felt very happy.

This Italian girl secretly learned Chinese for her own sake, and then remembered that the other party asked for Chinese food.

This kind of girl who accommodates herself and thinks about herself makes Fang Lang find it hard to believe that she is an Italian girl.

This kind of personality seems more like that of traditional Chinese women.

Thinking of this, Fang Lang couldn't help but stretched out his hand to hold Lilith in his arms and said softly:

"This lord does not just mean grandpa. In the feudal aristocratic family in my hometown, servants usually refer to the master of the family who has a higher status than themselves or the master of the family as lord.

For example, the wives and concubines of the family will call the male master of the family the master, and the son of the male master's family will be called the young master.

The hometown of this person just now is Peking, and their custom is to call respectable people "ye."

This does not mean that I am his grandfather. Do you understand?"

Fang Lang was very touched by Lilith's silent dedication.

However, he will not be polite to the other party verbally, but will only cherish the other party more in actions.

Unexpectedly, after listening to Fang Lang's words, Lilith directly said:

"So, Vivian and I should both call you Master, right?"

These words made Fang Lang laugh so hard that he kissed Lilith for a long time and said:

"We are not those feudal nobles. I like to hear you call me dear, it is more cordial."

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