The Goddess Shines on America

In the White House in the early morning, five or six Secret Service bodyguards in suits and leather shoes filed out of the Oval Office.

Howard Baker walked in immediately after waiting for them to go away: "Mr. President."

Behind the desk, President Reagan was lost in thought when he saw the chief of staff walk in. He whispered, "Chinese Kung Fu...Howard, can you believe this kind of information? A fifteen-year-old girl, using Chinese Kung Fu Saved the heart patient from critical illness?"

Howard Baker stood beside Reagan with a straight face, and shook his head seriously: "Since the appearance of Bruce Lee's movie, many American civilians have over-mythologized Chinese Kung Fu, and many people even believe that every Chinese is a Kung Fu master." This is of course nonsense, how can there be such a magical thing?"

"But the situation at that time was witnessed by five or six people from the Secret Service."

There was a stack of five or six reports on the table, and Reagan picked up one of the reports and handed it to Howard: "You should read his statement carefully, unless you want to tell me that the girl bribed the Secret Service and the Vice President's family. "

Howard pursed his lips for the result report, and he could see the rhetoric in it with a glance. Indeed, the content of the report was the same as that of Vice President Bush's phone call. The wonderful oriental girl—although she also has a bit of Western blood—actually activated her heart that was in sudden arrest with a slap!

"There is a possibility to cooperate with the performance, but I still can't think of the effect of this kind of bitter drama."

After a moment of silence, Howard said: "In order to win the sympathy of voters? To show weakness to political opponents? Those are all stupid things. There is a private deal to make this Alice Wang famous in Washington? This is possible, but if She doesn't have any... Chinese kung fu as the report said, then she will become a self-drawn cage, and she shouldn't be so stupid..."

"Haha, maybe we can practice it ourselves?"

Reagan waved his big hand: "Hurry up and let yourself suffer from some sudden illness, and then let that little girl come to save us? By the way, Howard, what field is little Alice developing in now? What about your report?"

"it's here."

Howard had been waiting for the president's words for a long time, and took out a piece of information from his purse in a casual manner: "I have already divided the key points of her business, you can just distinguish them by color."

Reagan immediately took over the report.

Vice President Bush's sudden private meeting with little Alice was a remarkable occasion. After all, Bush is no longer the House of Representatives that needs to be responsible for the voters of the state. Under normal circumstances, there is no need to meet with ordinary businessmen, unless the other party is a super bigwig, such as a high-level person from Rockefeller and DuPont.

And it's still a family banquet, what things can't be said in the office, but have to set up relationships at the family banquet? Is Alice asking for Bush, or does Bush need Alice's help? Too many questions to be of interest to Reagan, because it is clear that Bush Sr. was definitely doing value investing.

After all, a fifteen-year-old billionaire.

As the chief of staff of the White House, Howard can certainly do his work in a meticulous manner. The purple water-based pen clearly draws horizontal lines line by line, which is Alice's current main business scope. In the IT field, Cisco currently focuses on three products, and her valuation at Microsoft. The detailed description takes up two-thirds of the pages of the entire document, and most of it is analyzing the future potential of Cisco, just like the valuation report issued by Wall Street.

Then there are other less important causes. For example, Reagan directly turned to the last page, and wrote the three or two books that Alice was a writer. Of course, these works of hers have been on the New York Times best-seller list, but in terms of influence, of course, it is still not as good as her share as a shareholder of DreamWorks.

"The information technology industry, and the movie and bestseller industry, culture and propaganda..."

Muttering thoughtfully, Reagan continued to read.

A new company piqued his curiosity, and Howard made it a secondary priority, drawing with an orange water-based pen.

Of course, it wasn't that game company based in San Francisco, nor was it a small company called Adobe somewhere in San Jose. This is nothing more than the random investment of the billionaire Alice. It is of the same nature as her big purchase of real estate in Japan. Even the clothing company that is developing overwhelmingly in the Chinese market has a higher importance rating than these two companies.

It is a company called Blackwater International.

"This company has just been established. It has bought 6,000 acres of land in the Great Dismore Swamp in North Carolina. It plans to use it to build a training base. The construction is in progress."

Seeing that Reagan's interest was attracted by this company, Howard explained: "The CEO of the company is named Levi Akaman, a lieutenant colonel in the Delta Special Forces, and he was in charge of recruits before he got involved with Alice. Training work. Recently, he has been expanding his network in North Carolina for this security company, and it is the time when the wind and water are booming."

"It seems that our little Alice has a very wide layout."

Reagan was very satisfied with this information. He put down the stack of papers and said to Howard, "She hasn't left Washington yet, right? Call Bush and let's meet this little girl too."

Howard of course nodded steadily: "Okay, Mr. President."

The time before and after is just one day.

Alice, who didn't intend to leave immediately after she came, had a good night's sleep in Bush's private villa, and immediately received the extremely warm hospitality from the family when she woke up the next day. For the breakfast alone, after knowing the girl's appetite, Mrs. Bush specially invited someone to buy the best Wagyu beef at a special store at six o'clock in the morning. Delicious steak with fried foie gras, fresh caviar and truffles, an exquisite western meal worth hundreds of dollars, is just a mere breakfast dish.

Then, before the hour hand in the living room moved to the number ten, the White House made a call to the house, saying that President Reagan had invited Alice to the White House to meet with him.

It was the Chief of Staff who called.

So, just before lunch time, Alice arrived at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, one of the core centers of power in the United States, where the White House is located, for the first time in her life after being picked up by a Chevrolet sedan from the Secret Service.

"Oh, it's very close to Capitol Hill."

Alice, who got out of the car, first looked into the distance, and the Romanesque dome of the Capitol stood not far away, which was actually the focus of all political attention. The U.S. Legislature at the top of Capitol Hill, the huge building simultaneously accommodates the Senators and the House of Representatives, as well as more than 400 members of the Democratic and Republican parties. In terms of presence, it is of the same nature as Buckingham Palace and the Kremlin, and it is easily separated from the residence and office of the president himself by a hundred streets.

"Miss Alice?"

Standing beside her was Williams, a Secret Service bodyguard. After learning about the girl's habits earlier, he competently chose to address her by first name: "The president is waiting for you."

Alice nodded: "Please lead the way."

The warm wind in July is blowing slowly, and it is easy for a teenage girl to be happy to show her body, but she is dressed very formally today. The dress on her body was bought at the Chanel store in the Beverly Shopping Center in Los Angeles before the trip. The strong ladylike style is full of charm, which neither makes her look too childish nor the image of an "old woman".

Afterwards, Alice followed the bodyguards all the way and stepped into the White House building where she entered for the first time. The busy office space is full of staff, White House interns and staff advisers of all levels appear in the various hallways from time to time, everyone wearing their most formal and high-end business suits. No one even had the energy to glance at Alice as she walked all the way so fast.

Then, the door opened.

"Ah, Alice."

Ronald Reagan stood up from his desk and said to the man next to him, "You can go out."

Alice could see clearly that it was the third person in the national power ranking, the Speaker of the House of Representatives: "Hello, Mr. President, hello, Speaker Crowder."

"Oh, the little girl recognizes me."

James Claude smiled slightly: "Then Ronald, leave the rest to me, you can rest assured."

Reagan smiled and waved his hands: "Alright James, and William, give us some space."

Then, only Reagan and Alice were left in the room.

"Then, Alice, sit down, first."

After the two sat down at the guest table, Reagan said, "I heard that you saved my vice president's life yesterday?"

Now is not the time to be modest, Alice smiled slightly: "The vice president is in good health now, but he must stay at home today, and a doctor will come to check him in the afternoon."

"I have already learned about the relevant situation, beautiful Chinese Kung Fu, is this all true?"

Alice raised her slender eyebrows, didn't say much, tilted her head, and looked at the teacup on the coffee table.

Then flick your fingers.

Then, as if being pushed by someone, the teacup drew a straight trajectory on the table and went straight to the outside of the table. And when it left the edge of the table, it traced a perfect parabola in mid-air, and then gently landed on the floor two meters away.

Ronald Reagan stared quietly at the cup, which had no lid, and not a drop of tea was spilled inside.

"Wow, wow wow wow."

After a moment of silence, he said softly, and got up to pick up the teacup.

Of course, don't forget to check the bottom of the cup.

Alice interjected at this moment: "Mr. President, you didn't call me here just to let me show off Chinese Kung Fu, did you?"

Reagan sat back in his seat and put the teacup back in place.

Then, he took a deep breath.