Chapter 460 The Reporter with Questions

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"After all, New York is the largest city in the world, and it should also have the tallest building in the world!"

Conrad Koch's tone was quite disdainful, obviously he didn't like this kind of pure gimmick, but he was right in saying that once the plan is confirmed, they will definitely do their best to public relations and build this tall building next to Pacific Park , the meaning and impact are not comparable to building a few more buildings, it might not be able to become the second Central Park.

However, Yang Cheng had no less doubts than Konrad Koch. New Yorkers were frightened by 9/11. Why build another tallest building? Crashing a plane for 'Heretics'?

But no matter how much he doubts, he can't deny that his heart is moving. There is no way, just like a peerless beauty lying pitifully on your ****. A trap is waiting for me, I'm afraid no one can bear it, right?

It is also romantic to die under the peony flower and be a ghost!

This is Yang Cheng's idea now, regardless of whether there is a pit in front of him, let's jump first, what if there are diamonds and gold in the pit? It's worth the blood.

Watching Konrad Koch leave, Yang Cheng stood alone in the slightly empty top lobby of the Barclays Center, arms crossed, looking out the window thoughtfully.

. . .

At noon, in an ordinary Chinese restaurant in Brooklyn, Yang Cheng was holding a bowl of rice, eating some Sichuan dishes most familiar to people from country Z, using a colander to scoop up a spoonful of red boiled meat, and drained the soup , Pick out the smooth and tender tenderloin from a pile of peppers, put it in a bowl, mix it with a spoon, and stuff it into your mouth.

Eiffel on the opposite side looked at the dish in front of him with a majestic face and dared not start. There is no way. Foreigners have a natural fear of Chinese food before they try it themselves. This pot of oily and spicy dishes has nothing to do with poison in Eiffel’s opinion. the difference.

But seeing Yang Cheng, a multi-billion-dollar billionaire, eating so deliciously, he couldn't help it. The main reason was that he didn't even eat breakfast after running around all morning. He was struggling with his appetite at the moment, so he didn't care about it. More, just die.

Draw a gourd in the same way, imitating Yang Cheng, pick out a piece of meat from the basin, and stuff it into the mouth with white rice like swallowing wax, he didn't want to chew it and swallow it, but he stuffed it It was too slow, and he overestimated the width of his throat, almost choking to death.

Quickly wriggling his mouth, just like that, chewing a little bit, his eyes became brighter and brighter, wow, so Chinese food is so delicious? The feeling of spicy crispy numbness seemed to open a door to God for him. For Eiffel, who had lived almost half his life, it was tantamount to a new understanding of the world.

Yang Cheng, who had been eating sullenly just now, put down the bowl at this time, and watched Eiffel's expression change with interest, and after he swallowed, he joked, "How is it? I didn't lie to you, right? Chinese food is the only food in this world. The most extensive, profound and delicious cuisines, French and Japanese cuisines are all for saving face, only Chinese food can satisfy the appetite of the tongue!"

Eiffel nodded repeatedly in agreement, "From now on, I will only eat Chinese boss."

Yang Cheng raised her head and laughed, "That's not too much, it's good to change the taste occasionally, but this is your first time, I didn't take you to the most authentic store, the taste of this store is all improved, and it is biased towards foreigners The method is not authentic, I will show you some authentic Chinese food that I gave you a thumbs up some other day."

Eiffel nodded happily, he didn't have time to talk, his mouth was full, and he didn't have the image of eating western food. If he didn't know how to use chopsticks, he would like to pick up the chili and taste it.

After Eiffel finished his meal, Yang Cheng personally poured a cup of tea for Eiffel. Seeing Eiffel's respectful expression, he waved his hand, "Okay, don't be so polite in private, let's get down to business. How did the reporter check? Is there anything?" Suspicious?"

Eiffel took a sip of the tea, feeling his appetite passing through the warm current, and most of the previous greasy feeling disappeared immediately. It was amazing, and it was really refreshing. It may be related to the qualitative changes in his recent life. Looking at his daughter's happy smile every day , Going home and telling him about the new friends he made at school, he was relieved for a while, feeling that his decision to follow Yang Cheng was not in vain.

When facing Yang Cheng, he also respected Yang Cheng more and more. After all, this is the person who brought him a change. He slammed his mouth and began to report, "Boss, you expected it. The reporter really has a problem. I found him. At that time, he did not return to Fox Sports, but drove in circles in Manhattan, and dropped the photographer during the process.

It took more than 20 minutes before I went to an ordinary three-story apartment alone, and I stayed there for about 20 minutes before I came out, with a satisfied expression on my face. "

Yang Cheng frowned, "You didn't inquire further?"

Eiffel nodded heavily, "After following that kid back to the company, I returned to the apartment. This apartment is quite old. The door didn't even turn on the cctv, and the walls were a little falling off. I watched outside the door for a long time and there was no sound. , I took the risk of picking the lock to get in while there was no one there, and there was indeed no one inside. What was even more surprising was that the furniture in that apartment was covered with white cloth. Judging from the dust on the white cloth, it should have been unoccupied for several months. However, fortunately, there is a carpet on the ground, and no footprints can be seen, otherwise it will be troublesome."

Yang Cheng took a sip of tea, and quickly analyzed the situation Eiffel said in his mind, "It seems that this apartment should be bought temporarily and used as a meeting place?"

"I was also skeptical, so I pretended to be an employee of the natural gas company to do research and visited several neighbors nearby. They all said that the former owner of this apartment committed suicide because of gambling bankruptcy, and he had no family. The neighbors don't know who owns the apartment, but just a few days ago, some people suddenly came to this apartment, and the neighbors didn't think much about it, they just thought it was bought by someone and ready to move in."

Yang Cheng's head hurts. It was only because of the provocation of the unlucky reporter that he sent Eiffel to investigate in a moment of anger. He thought it was nothing unexpected. At most, he was bewitched by someone to find fault with him. It turns out that it is not good now, and it is up to anyone to see We all know it's not that simple, and it's hard to say whether it's a conspiracy or not, but he must be targeted by someone, there is no doubt about it.

After thinking about it, he slammed his fist on the table and ordered Eiffel viciously, "No matter what is hidden behind this matter, we can be sure that the young reporter must be a pawn. The chess piece is our only clue, we must be careful in the following investigations, so that we cannot be found, this unlucky reporter must have something we need."

After a pause, he snorted softly, and said contemptuously, "He doesn't look like he has undergone rigorous training, and the possibility of being bribed is very high. Try to find out whether his recent material life has suddenly improved? Or he Whether you have received a large amount of money, etc. In short, don't let go of any clues, I want to know who is going to mess with me!"