Wangjing small waist, braised large intestine, soft and delicious lamb scorpion pot and two liang of warm white wine. After finishing the meal, have a bowl of noodle soup to satisfy your belly. To have such a mouthful on a cold night will make your life complete.

After eating and drinking, I turned my head and looked out the window facing New York City's Times Square. Snowflakes were falling in the air, and pedestrians were walking hurriedly through the streets. A sense of comfort arose spontaneously.

I have to say that although the word "smart and utilitarian" doesn't sound good, it's very useful. At least Zhang Ziyi treated others like a spring breeze at the dinner and made people feel comfortable.

After a meal, Zhang Ziyi and Long Qi became like old friends at first sight. Li Zhiyi repeatedly lamented that Ms. Zhang is really a wonderful person. Sure enough, in today's age when the traffic is not booming, you have to have two skills to become a star.

"I don't know what Zhiyi, you and Qi Qi like to eat, so I discussed with Aiwei that we could treat you to some authentic Beijing cuisine. Will it still satisfy your taste?" Zhang Ziyi's cordial words livened up the atmosphere.

Li Zhiyi smiled lightly and nodded: "It's pretty good. It's not easy to eat authentic sheep and scorpion in New York. Qi Qi even talked about wanting to eat Chinese food two days ago."

"That's a mistake. Qi Qi can tell my sister what she wants to eat in the future. She's been in New York for half a year and I don't know anyone else, so I don't know if there are any delicious restaurants."

What happened at the cocktail party that day spread widely in the small circle as Henry expected. After all the exaggeration by the good guys, Li Zhiyi became a real man who profited greatly from the financial crisis - a mysterious rich man.

Therefore, Aiwei and Zhang Ziyi couldn't help but pay a lot of attention to Li Zhiyi, otherwise they wouldn't have rushed to ask for her contact information. No matter how much she said, she was a movie queen, and the coal boss would pay for her dinner.

Long Qi smiled and replied: "Thank you, sister."

"Sister Wen Di has a very good chef at her house. Sister Huihui will take you to have a meal."

Zhang Ziyi pretended to whisper to close the relationship, but Long Qi just kept a silly and sweet smile on his face and agreed.

When Long Qi was a child, there was an endless stream of relatives who came to visit her during the New Year. Those relatives were as amiable to her as Zhang Ziyi. Often her father would go into the study alone with his relatives to chat. Some relatives left happily and some left with a straight face; so she

Learn to listen more and speak less and keep smiling on certain occasions.

The two ladies chatted privately, and Li Zhiyi and Ivy also drank and chatted: "Is she talking about Wendi Deng?"

"Yeah, Ziyi and I met at a cocktail party hosted by Mokoto."

Ivey doesn't have a long memory after being slapped in the face, and his words show his strong connections.

James said it well, people may not know each other, but their souls know their souls. As soon as this guy opened his mouth, Li Zhiyi knew that he was also an old pretender who could cut off his head or bleed or bleed his hair.

It's a pity that classmate Xiao Li is not very interested, otherwise he would have to be given a chance to learn skills.

"Jews are indeed excellent and united." Li Zhiyi praised.

Ivey is an Israeli Jew, and this layer of skin has greatly helped him navigate various upper-class circles.

"Haha, excellent people are still excellent even if they don't pay attention to their race. We are all like this." Ivey said reservedly with the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

Li Zhiyi said politely: "No, I still have a lot to learn, and I will communicate with you more in the future."

"Don't be modest, not everyone can earn astonishing wealth at a young age." The principle that everyone can carry a sedan chair is universally applicable.

Li Zhiyi helplessly spread his hands: "I don't make billions. Those rumors have frightened me so much that I have been thinking about getting a bodyguard recently."

"So it's just the amount that's wrong?" Ivey smiled ambiguously.

Li Zhiyi pretended to lower his head to pick up the food without answering. If you are willing to guess, then go ahead and guess. Mystery is a good thing.

As long as he is not labeled as poaching "America", he doesn't mind being famous in a small area.

The political correctness of the "free market" is that individuals have the right to conduct any transaction within the scope of the law. Let alone rumors that he only made billions from the financial crisis, so what if he really made that much.

Take him to court and shoot him in court? He deserves to die if he can use his life to leverage the credibility of the government's financial industry.

Don't think that credibility is empty. Comparing the efforts made by the country to introduce foreign capital into the market, you will know the importance of this thing.

Ivey didn't bother and instead talked about bodyguards: "Maybe I can help you find bodyguards. I'm familiar with the director of ADT (security company). I heard that they have just acquired a batch of retired security teams to protect Italian dignitaries."

Li Zhiyi replied nonchalantly: "Thank you so much. In fact, I met a veteran who fought against the Lantern Guards some time ago. He has very strong melee combat skills."

Ivey thought to himself, "You're still a Latin Guard, even if you pull the lamp to death, why don't you say that you fought against Cardano's Boy Scouts: "Really, that's so awesome, is it a gamma fighting technique?"

Li Zhiyi ate a goat and scorpion and said nonsense that he didn't know, but he looked like Stallone anyway. Ivey jokingly asked him if he could also carry Gatling.

This statement caused bursts of laughter from the two ladies, and the atmosphere of the dinner gradually became lively. They chatted and ate all over the place.

The tone of today's dinner is just like this, without any real meaning. If you insist on talking about it, it will pave the way for real dealings in the future.

By the way, many people who don’t know what they are like to promote that the United States abides by rules and advocates the spirit of contract, unlike the domestic society of human relations; this is quite unreasonable.

The United States is no worse than China in terms of human relations, but it’s just that most people with the sweet air in the United States will never come into contact with them in their lifetime. If you wash dishes, work as a programmer, or study abroad, of course everything will be done according to the rules. There is no need to talk about human relations.

But how can other interest groups, the lobbying groups that have been stationed on Capitol Hill all year round, be so unkind? Their method of doing things can't be just to pounce on people when they see them, right?

Some people deify the superiority of various private clubs headed by the Freemasons, while saying that the United States is unkind. They describe this as their own shit and then eat it with a smile.

It is human nature to live in groups, human relationships and social civilization coexist, and one can never choose to be clean.

If Li Zhiyi wants to ask Aiwei to do any dirty work, he must be motivated by profit, but if the two of them don't know each other, why should Aiwei take over his job?

Today's meal is a good relationship between the two parties, so we can talk easily when we meet in the future.

"The white wine is too spicy. I will take you to my friend's house another day to try the red wine collected by Hitler."

The dinner ended more than an hour later, and several people walked out of the hotel. Ivy was rosy-cheeked, smelling of alcohol, and making random gestures.

Li Zhiyi leaned on Long Qi's shoulder and walked erratically: "Okay, you wait until I get home to find two wine glasses used by Pu Yi. The BMW is equipped with a saddle, and the wine is filled with glasses."

After listening to this guy's boast all night, he finally couldn't stand it when he finally arrived at Napoleon's place.

"Puyi, who is Puyi?"

"The emperor, king, he has something to do with Hitler. It can be said that if his throne is taken away, Hitler will bear joint responsibility..."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and get in the car." Long Qi took the car key from the doorman and turned to Zhang Ziyi and said, "Sister Ziyi is laughing at me. He talks a lot when he drinks too much."

Zhang Ziyi supported Ivy and complained that all men looked like this, and they exchanged a few words and got in the car and left.

…

On the way home, Li Zhiyi was sitting in the passenger seat with a clear expression and his hands holding the seat belt tightly. He didn't feel at all like he had drunk too much.
Chapter completed!