In the early morning at the White House, five or six Secret Service bodyguards in suits and tie came out of the Oval Office.

Howard Baker walked in immediately after they walked away: "Mr. President."

Behind the desk, President Reagan was in deep thought. When he saw the chief of staff walking in, he whispered: "Chinese Kung Fu...Howard, can you believe this kind of information? A fifteen-year-old girl used Chinese Kung Fu to rescue a heart disease patient from critical illness?"

Howard Baker stood beside Reagan with a stern face and shook his head seriously: "Since the appearance of the Blues Lee movie, many American civilians have over-mythed Chinese Kung Fu, and many people even think that every Chinese is a master of kung fu. Of course, this is nonsense. How can there be such a magical thing?"

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

There were five or six pieces on the table, and Reagan picked up one of the reports and handed them to Howard: "Look at his words carefully, unless you want to tell me that the girl bribed the Secret Service and the Vice President's family."

Howard pursed his lips and saw the rhetoric in his eyes. Indeed, the report was consistent with what Vice President Bush had when he was on the phone. The wonderful Eastern girl - although she also had some Western blood - actually slapped her with a slap in the face to activate the sudden heart!

"There is a possibility of cooperating with the performance, but I can't think of any effect of this kind of bitter meat show for the time being."

After a moment of silence, Howard said: "In order to win the sympathy of voters? In order to show weakness to political enemies, that is all stupid. There is a private deal to make this Alice-Wang famous in Washington? This is possible, but if she does not have anything like the report says... Chinese Kung Fu will become a self-drawn cage, and she shouldn't be so stupid..."

"Haha, maybe we can practice it myself?"

Reagan waved his hand: "Hurry up and let yourself suffer from something sudden, and then let that little girl come to save us? By the way, Howard, what are the areas of developments in Little Alice now? Where is your report?"

“Here.”

Howard had been waiting for the president's words for a long time, and took out a piece of information from his bag indifferently: "I have divided all her careers into key points, just distinguish them by color."

Reagan immediately took the report.

Vice President Bush suddenly met Alice with Alice in private, which is a very noteworthy situation. After all, Bush has long been no longer the House of Representatives that needs to be responsible for voters in this state. Generally speaking, there is no need to meet ordinary businessmen at all, unless the other party is a super big shot, such as Rockefeller and DuPont Consortium.

And it’s a family dinner. What can’t be said in the office, but a relationship should be made in the family dinner? Is Alice asking for Bush, or does Bush need Alice’s help if he has something to do? Too many questions are worthy of Reagan’s interest, because one thing is clear, that is, Bush is definitely doing value investment.

After all, a fifteen-year-old billionaire.

As the White House chief of staff, Howard can certainly do his work in detail. The purple water-based pen clearly draws lines of lines of sentences, which is Alice's current main business scope. The three products Cisco currently specializes in, and her value estimate at Microsoft. Detailed explanations account for two-thirds of the total information pages, and most of them are analyzing the future potential of Cisco, which is like a value evaluation report issued by Wall Street.

Then there are other less important careers, such as Reagan directly opened the last page, writing about Alice's three or two books as a writer. Of course, her works have all topped the New York Times bestseller list, but in terms of influence, of course, they are still not as good as her shareholder of DreamWorks.

"Is the information technology industry, and the film and bestseller industry, culture and publicity..."

Whispering thoughtfully, Reagan continued to watch.

A new company aroused his curiosity, and Howard ranked it second, drawing it with orange water-based strokes.

Of course, it is not the game company located in San Francisco, nor is it a small company called adobe in San Jose. This is just the random investment of billionaire Alice, who is the same as her buying real estate in Japan. Even the clothing company that is developing widely in the Chinese market is of higher importance than these two companies.

It is an enterprise called Hei Shui International.

“This company has just been established and has bought six thousand acres of land in the Greater Dismore Marsh in North Carolina, intending to build a training base, and the project is underway.”

Seeing Reagan's interest attracted by the company, Howard explained: "The company's CEO is named Levie Acaman, a lieutenant colonel of the Delta Special Forces. Before he had a relationship with Alice, he had been in charge of recruit training. Recently, he has been expanding his connections to this security company in North Carolina, which was the time to be prosperous."

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

This information made Reagan feel very satisfied. He put down the stack of paper and said to Howard: "She hasn't left Washington yet, right? Is it a call to Bush, and we'll see this little girl too."

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

It's only one day before and after.

Alice, who had no plans to leave immediately after coming, of course she slept beautifully in Bush's private villa. After getting up the next day, she immediately welcomed the extremely enthusiastic hospitality of the family. It was the breakfast bar alone. After knowing the girl's appetite, Mrs. Bush specially invited someone to buy the best wagyu beef at six in the morning. The delicious steak with fried foie gras, paired with fresh caviar and truffle, a fine Western meal worth hundreds of dollars is just a dish for breakfast.

Then, before the hour hand in the living room was about to reach the digit ten, the White House called the house, saying that President Reagan invited Alice to meet him at the White House.

The chief of staff was the caller.

So, just before lunch time, Alice came to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, one of the most core power centers in the United States for the first time in her life, the location of the White House.

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

Alice, who got off the bus, looked into the distance, and the Romanesque dome building of the Capitol stands not far away, which is actually the focus of all political gaze. The American legislature at the top of Capitol Hill, the huge building accommodates the Senators, the House of Representatives and the Democratic Party, and the Republican Party, with a total of more than 400 members. In terms of presence, it is of the same nature as Buckingham Palace and the Kremlin, which easily leaves the president's own residence and office for a hundred streets.

"Miss Alice?"

The Secret Service bodyguard Williams stood beside her. After learning about the girl's habits earlier, he competently chose the name of the name: "The President is waiting for you."

Alice nodded: "Please lead the way."

The warm wind in July is floating slowly, which makes adolescent girls happy to show off their bodies, but she is wearing it very formally today. The dress she wore was bought at the Chanel store in the Beverly Shopping Center in Los Angeles before her trip. Its rich ladylike style is charming, which does not make her look too childish, but also avoids the image of an "old woman".

Then, Alice followed the bodyguards and stepped into the White House building where she first entered. The busy office space was filled with staff, White House interns and staff advisers of all levels appeared in various corridors from time to time, everyone was wearing their most formal and high-end business suits. As Alice walked in quickly, no one even had the energy to look at her.

Then, the door opened.

"Ah, Alice."

Ronald Reagan stood up from behind the desk and said to the person next to him: "You can go out."

Alice could see clearly that it was the third person in the country's power ranking, and the Speaker of the House: "Hello, Mr. President, hello, Speaker Claude."

"Oh, the little girl recognizes me."

James Claude smiled slightly: "Then Ronald, leave the rest to me, don't worry."

Reagan smiled and waved his hand: "Okay James and William, give us some space."

Then, Reagan and Alice were the only ones left in the house.

"Then, Alice, sit first."

After the two of them sat down at the reception seat, Reagan said, "I heard that you saved my vice president's life yesterday?"

Now is not the time to be humble, Alice smiled slightly: "The Vice President is in good health now, but he must be staying at home today, and a doctor will come to check in the afternoon."

"I have learned about the relevant situation. Is this true with beautiful Chinese Kung Fu?"

Alice raised her slender eyebrows and said nothing, tilted her head and looked at the teacup on the coffee table.

Then pop your fingers.

Then, the teacup drew a straight line of tracks on the table like someone pushing it, heading straight out of the table. When it left the edge of the table, it drew a perfect parabola in the air and then gently landed on the floor two meters away.

Ronald Reagan looked at the cup quietly, without a lid, and no drop of the tea inside was spilled.

“Wow, wow.”

After a moment of silence, he said so softly, got up and picked up the teacup.

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

Alice interrupted at this time: "Mr. President, you called me here specifically, isn't it just to let me show off Chinese Kung Fu?"

Reagan sat back into position and placed the teacup back into place.

Then, he breathed deeply.
Chapter completed!