Chapter 2292 Hawkish Figures

Jenny uttered an "ah" and blinked her eyes continuously, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

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

Jenny looked away a little embarrassedly and pursed her lips gently: "Can you speak without being so aggressive?"

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

The two walked into the dance floor hand in hand.

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

"Really?"

Yang Fei asked back about 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 in a certain year. I have been to his chemistry laboratory. Did you know that all the students and researchers there are Asians! Really, I was shocked at the time. It turns out that this supervisor's Nobel Prize was won by these Asians! The award-winning results were jointly developed by Asian students and researchers, and the supervisor was just a figurehead. It was others who paid, but he got the results and prize money."

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

Yang Fei said: "This is called the right of authorship. Because He is the mentor, and the research results of others were completed under his guidance and 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 get promoted in foreign companies. Why is the 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 promoted by talents."

"On such a beautiful night, why do we have to talk about these topics? Although I also think it is very interesting, can't we talk about some more interesting topics? For example, how do you feel about me?" Jenny's face was so close to Yang Fei, and the breath she blew was right next to Yang Fei's ear.

Yang Fei laughed and said, "She is as beautiful as a fairy. Like a Barbie doll."

"Really? You give me the feeling of being very gentlemanly and manly." Jenny said happily, "You are a very charming person. In my opinion, only Marlon Brando in movies and TV dramas can be as attractive as you."

Yang Fei said, "You are overpraising me. 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 movie! The wrinkles were all made up. He played 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 about him.

He is actually a very kind person. He is different from the Godfather. He doesn't do bad things." Jenny said, "He is a good person."

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

In the daughter's mind, fathers are heroes!

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

As for whether or not you have done something bad, it depends on how you define the word bad.

The United States has sown the seeds of war everywhere, but it has never admitted that it is bad under the banner of peace.

Wouldn't it be boring for you to discuss the definition of bad with such a person?

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

"You men are always so disappointing. You don't hug such a beautiful woman like me, but go to accompany my gray-haired old father." Jenny smiled humorously, and then kissed Yang Fei on the cheek, "I'll wait for you."

Yang Fei turned around, wiped his face with his hand, and then found the white-headed old man.

The white-headed old man was chatting with several tall white men. Those men were straight and straight, and they had served in the army or were serving.

"Oh, Mr. Yang, you came at the right time. Let me introduce you. This is our greatest commander of a certain naval unit. The aircraft carriers in the Pacific are under his command."

Yang Fei took a deep look at the man.

Of course he knew this person.

This is a hawkish figure.

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

A merciful army cannot be commanded!

The commander who can dispatch aircraft carriers in the Pacific Ocean is certainly not too friendly.

This man has sharp eyes like an eagle, and when he looks at people, it's like looking at prey.

Yang Fei's eyes are gentle and tolerant. He looks directly at the eagle eyes, smiles slightly, and nods in greeting.

Hawkeye nodded proudly and bent slightly in return.

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

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

He said goodbye to Hawkeye and walked towards his reception room.

After the heavy wooden door closed, the noisy music and voices outside were immediately blocked out.

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 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 old man turned around and smiled slightly.

Yang Fei nodded 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 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. 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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