Jenny blinked her eyes continuously, her long eyelashes flapped like a butterfly's wings.

Yang Fei's eyes were so clear that no matter who looked at him, he could see his shadow from it.

Jenny looked away with embarrassment and pursed her lips gently: "You can't be so strong when you speak?"

"Haha," Yang Fei smiled, "Miss Jenny, the dance music is playing, let's dance together! Let's let it pass with the wind when it was unhappy before."

The two entered the dance floor hand in hand.

Jenny swung her beautiful body as Yang Fei's steps and said softly: "Mr. Yang, I don't look down on Asians. On the contrary, I respect Asians very much because they are often smart, hardworking and capable. Many Asians I know have made outstanding contributions in their respective fields."

"Yeah?"

Yang Fei asked back the question was her attitude towards Asians.

But what she answered was some contributions made by Asians:

"Oh, of course. I know a chemistry doctoral supervisor who won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry a certain year. I went to his chemistry laboratory. Do you know? The students and researchers in it were all Asians! Really, I was shocked at the time. It turned out that the Nobel Prize for this tutor was won by these Asians for him! The award-winning result was developed by Asian students and researchers. The tutor was just a name. The one who paid for the results and the prize was him."

Jenny was obviously quite touched by this matter, so there was a follow-up: "Just because he was a mentor and a celebrity, and the others were unknown people. So the Nobel Prize was given to him."

Yang Fei said: "This is called the right to sign. Because he is a tutor, the other people have completed the research results under his guidance, and they are also completed in his laboratory."

Jenny said: "But, this also shows that Asians are really amazing."

Yang Fei said: "In our country, only the elite among the elites can stay and rise from foreign companies. Why is the technology in the United States so developed? It is because it gathers elite talents from all over the world. Talents are the primary productive forces. Technology is also created and promoted by talents."

"Why do we talk about these topics on such a wonderful night? Although I think it's very interesting, can't we talk about more interesting topics? For example, how do you feel about me?" Jenny's face was so close to Yang Fei, and the breath he blew out was right in Yang Fei's ears.

Yang Fei laughed and said, "Beautiful as a fairy. Like a Barbie doll."

"Really? You give me a gentleman and MAN." Jenny said happily, "You are a very charming person. In my opinion, only Marlon Brando in the movies and TV series can be as attractive as you."

Yang Fei said, "You are too proud. However, I also like Marlon Brando's movies, especially the Godfather."

"I like it too. It's hard to imagine that when he was acting in this drama, he was only 48 years old! The wrinkles were all made of makeup. He performed the taste of an old man." Jenny said, "He acted so well!"

Yang Fei said: "On Wall Street, your father is also a godfather-level figure."

"No, please don't say that to him. He is actually a very kind person. He is different from his godfather. He does not do bad things." Jenny said, "He is a good person."

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

In my daughter's mind, my father is a hero!

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

As for whether you do bad things, it depends on how the word bad is defined.

The United States sows the seeds of war everywhere, but under the banner of peace, it never admits its own badness.

Isn’t it fun to talk about bad definitions with such people?

Yang Fei danced two dances with Jenny, and then said, "I have something to talk about with your father, so we'll continue later."

"You men are always so disappointed. You don't hug me such a beautiful woman, but you want to accompany me with my white-haired old father." Jenny smiled humorously, and then gave a voucher to Yang Fei, "I'll wait for you."

Yang Fei turned around, reached out to wipe his face, and then found the Baitou Man.

The white-headed man was chatting with a few tall white men. The men were straight and they were obviously soldiers or serving.

"Oh, Mr. Yang, you are here just in time. Let me introduce you to him. This is the commander of our greatest naval unit, the aircraft carrier of the Pacific, and he will be condemned."

Yang Fei glanced at the man deeply.

Of course he knew this person.

This is a hawkish person.

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

Kindness is not in charge of the army!

Of course, it would not be too friendly to be able to call the commander of the Pacific aircraft carrier.

This person has a sharp look as sharp as an eagle. When looking at people, it seems to be looking at prey.

Yang Fei's eyes were gentle and tolerant. He looked straight at the hawk eyes, smiled slightly, and nodded in greeting.

Hawkeye nodded proudly and bent over slightly, as a gift.

Yang Fei said to Baitou Weng: "I have something to do, I want to ask you for help."

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

He said to Hawkeye that he had lost his companionship and walked towards his reception room.

After the thick solid wood door was closed, the noisy music and vocals outside were immediately isolated.

This is a study room with books on all three walls. The bookshelf is high to the ceiling. You have to set up a staircase to get the books on it.

Yang Fei thought that the Baitou Weng 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 quickly and quietly slid open.

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

Yang Fei nodded and followed him in.

The bookcase door is automatically closed.

This is the real reception room.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry, no third person will know anything we say here." The white-headed man asked Yang Fei to sit down.

Yang Fei sat down on an American chair with thick cushions.

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

What he took out was a bullet.

"Bullet?" The white-headed man took it, raised it, and placed it in front of him for careful observation.

"right."

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

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

Baitou Weng said: "This is not an ordinary bullet. It can be understood as a token. It is a token about someone's token. He sends the bullet to you, and there is a saying."

"Whose bullet belongs to? What's the saying?" Yang Fei's handsome eyebrows raised slightly.
Chapter completed!