The Richest Man Yang Fei

Jenny groaned, blinking her eyes continuously, her long eyelashes flapping like butterfly wings.

Yang Fei's eyes were so clear that no matter who looked at him, they could see his own shadow in them.

Jenny looked away with embarrassment and pursed her lips slightly: "Can you not be so forceful when you speak?"

"Haha," Yang Fei said with a smile, "Miss Jenny, the dance music is playing, let's dance together! Let the previous unhappiness go away with the wind."

The two held hands and entered the dance floor.

Jenny swayed her delicate body in step with Yang Fei's footsteps and said softly: "Mr. Yang, I don't look down on Asians. On the contrary, I respect Asians very much because they are often very smart, hard-working and capable. The people I know Many Asians have made outstanding contributions in their respective fields.”

"Yeah?"

What Yang Fei asked back was her attitude towards Asians.

What she answered was some of the 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 have been to his chemistry laboratory. Did you know? All the students and researchers there are Asian! Really? Yes, I was shocked. It turned out that these Asians won this mentor’s Nobel Prize for him! The award-winning achievement was jointly developed by Asian students and researchers. , It’s just in name. It’s others who pay, but it’s him who gets the results and bonuses.”

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

Yang Fei said: "This is called the right of authorship. Because he is the mentor, the research results of others were completed under his guidance and were also completed in his laboratory."

Jenny said: “But this also shows that Asians are really powerful.”

Yang Feidao: "In our country, only the best of the best can stay and advance in foreign companies. Why is technology in the United States so advanced? It is because it brings together elite talents from all over the world. Talent is the primary productive force. Technology is also created and driven by talents.”

"Why are we talking about these topics on such a beautiful night? Although I also find it interesting, can't we talk about some more interesting topics? For example, how do you feel about me?" Jenny's face , so close to Yang Fei, the breath he blew was right next to Yang Fei's ear.

Yang Fei chuckled and said: "She is as beautiful as a fairy. Like a Barbie doll."

"Really? You make me feel very gentlemanly and MAN." Jenny said happily, "You are a very charming person. In my opinion, you are the only one like Marlon Brando in movies and TV series." Such attraction."

Yang Fei snorted: "You are over-praising it. 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 acted in this play! The wrinkles were all made up by 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 the godfather, he does not do bad things. "Jenny said, "He is a good man. "

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

In the eyes of his daughter, his father is a hero!

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

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

The United States is sowing the seeds of war everywhere, but under the banner of peace, it will never admit its own badness.

If you discuss the definition of bad with such people, aren't you asking for trouble?

Yang Fei danced two dances with Jenny, and then said, "I have something to discuss with your father. Let's continue later."

"You men are always such a spoiler. You don't want to hug a beautiful woman like me, but you go to accompany my gray-haired old father." Jenny smiled humorously, and then gave Yang Fei a kiss. "I'm waiting for you."

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

The white-headed man was chatting with a few tall white men. Those men had straight bodies and looked like they had been soldiers or were serving in the army.

"Oh, Mr. Yang, you are here just in time. Let me introduce to you. This is our greatest naval commander. The aircraft carriers in the Pacific are under his command."

Yang Fei took a deep look at the man.

Of course he knew the man.

This is a hawkish figure.

In the United States, hawkish figures often represent unfriendliness towards our country.

Compassion does not command troops!

The commander who can reprimand 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 seems to be looking at prey.

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

Hawkeye nodded haughtily and bent slightly in return.

Yang Fei said to the white-headed man, "I have something I want to ask you for help with."

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

He excused himself to Hawkeye and walked toward his reception room.

After the heavy solid wood door closed, the noisy music and voices outside were immediately blocked.

This is a study room, with books on three walls and bookshelves as high as the ceiling. You have to build a staircase to get the books on top.

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

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

A legendary secret door slid open quickly and silently.

"Please, Mr. Yang." The white-headed old man turned around and smiled slightly.

Yang Fei hummed and followed him in.

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 white-headed old man asked Yang Fei to sit down.

Yang Fei sat down on an American chair with a thick cushion.

"Please take a look at this." Yang Fei really needed such an undisturbed room to talk about things.

What he took out was a bullet.

"Bullet?" The old man took it, raised it, and observed it carefully.

"Yes."

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

"On the night when the Beauty Group went public, someone put this bullet in front of the door of my house." Yang Fei said, "I don't know if this bullet represents any profound meaning?"

The old man said: "This is not an ordinary bullet. It can be understood as a token. It is a token about someone. He sent the bullet to you, and there is a story behind it."

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

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