Chapter Seventy-Eight: Attention

Above the vast sea, a piece of sparkling light.

A plane flies across the blue sky, trailing a faint trail behind it.

On the plane, several leather seats with safety belts were fixed around the dining table covered with clean white tablecloths, and Nan Ming sat in the center.

The Italian chef stood beside Nan Ming, helping Nan Ming slowly cut the steak.

The seven-layer cooked steak has marble-like textures. After standing for a few minutes, all the gravy has been absorbed into the steak. When it is lightly cut, it seems that there is still red juice oozing out.

People often mistakenly think that this is blood, but in fact it is not. In fact, any kind of animal must go through the bloodletting process when it is slaughtered, otherwise the meat quality will deteriorate and affect the taste.

These juices are actually a solution of myoglobin.

The so-called myoglobin is the power source that provides energy in the muscle. The reason why beef is called red meat is because of these myoglobin.

The Italian chef moves the knife carefully, the thickness of 3.5 mm is too demanding, which makes the chef a little tangled.

In fact, the reason why steak should be cut with a knife is because after cutting, the temperature of the steak will be lost at an accelerated rate, affecting the taste, so it must be eaten while cutting. 3.5 mm is not the best choice either.

But Nan Ming just likes this.

For no other reason than he was lazy.

Others are also carefully cutting the steak. They don't often eat Western food, and they often use a lot of effort to cut it. Who knows when they actually cut it, they find that the steak is much better than imagined.

It's not because the knife is so sharp, but before frying the steak, it has been hammered with a meat loosening hammer to cut off the fibers in it, and these beefs are the best beef. It is not comparable to the beef of those old scalpers in China.

Even so, Nan Ming was still too lazy to cut, it can only be said that this person has lost his style.

Watching Nanming waving his chopsticks, eating up a plate of steak in front of him, holding a knife and fork, Li Ying, who almost put the knife into his mouth several times, sighed helplessly, threw the knife and fork away, and said, "Yes, I don’t want to learn anymore, give me a pair of chopsticks too!”

Take the chopsticks and nibble on them. What should you cut?

Jiang Sanjia was studying seriously at the side. He glanced at Li Ying and said, "I advise you to learn. With my identity and age as a junior uncle, it is only natural for him to ask for special service in a restaurant. Use chopsticks. It will also be regarded as the vitality and personality of young people. If it is you, let alone the chef, you will probably be spit on the plate by the waiter."

Li Ying sighed, yes, with Nan Ming's status, so what if he didn't use a knife and fork when eating? So what if you ask the chef to cut it? As for him, I'm afraid it won't work.

Li Ying suddenly wanted to express his feelings. After eating a meal of steak, he actually tasted the best and the worst. This kind of feeling is actually very uncomfortable.

Nan Ming looked around and waved the chef back. He asked the chef to help him cut the steak, just to refute the old horse's set of rules and etiquette.

When eating, there are always special requirements when ordering, such as the designated place and part of beef, the designated seasoning, and the designated shape. Is this noble?

Or it might just be a reserved display of privilege, which anyone can do if they have enough status.

But he doesn't like it.

He is not an old British aristocrat, but a newcomer in the technology industry, why worry so much?

As the cutting-edge of the technology world, they are the group of people who pursue freedom and individuality the most. Do they still live in dilapidated old castles like the old British nobles, living with the butler, servants and maids all day long?

Strictly speaking, since Lao Ma became Nanming's housekeeper, the ideological conflict between him and Nanming has never stopped, not only in the aesthetics of artworks, but also in every aspect of daily life.

Lao Ma is very stubborn and proud to cultivate Nan Ming into an elite of the upper class in the West.

But Nan Ming dismissed that kind of hypocrisy and vulgarity.

This kind of conflict happened almost every day, but today Jiang Sanjia and others became a bystander.

Nan Ming took the knife and fork from the Italian chef, sliced ​​the steak casually, and put it in his mouth.

Soon one of the steaks was half eaten. Although the posture was not very elegant, it was definitely extremely skillful, and the weight was lifted lightly.

"So you know how to use a knife and fork!" Jiang Sanjia glared at him.

"What a big deal! You forgot that I'm a foodie!" Nan Ming said proudly.

"Hey, what is Mr. Muller doing here?" Jiang Sanjia suddenly saw the old horse hugging the wine cabinet next to him, and bumped his head desperately.

"I guess it's an epileptic seizure." Nan Ming put a piece of fat, tender and juicy steak into his mouth, feeling the fragrance of the original beef with almost no seasoning, and sighed contentedly.

Muller hugged the wine cabinet and burst into tears.

This guy Nan Ming can actually use a knife and fork, so why did he cut the steak for Nan Ming in the past two months...

Was it a trick?

Although Lao Ma failed to influence Nanming into a British aristocrat, it is clear that his ideas have influenced other people.

Jiang Sanjia chanted left fork and right knife beside him, and the classification of various spoons, muttering, just like chanting a magic spell.

"It's not that exaggerated." Nan Ming was helpless, "The so-called dining etiquette, as long as the companions who dine at the same table don't mind and don't disturb others, it's enough. There is no need to make such a strict distinction between the left hand fork and the right hand knife. Wrong, others might think you are left-handed. Ma, get a pair of chopsticks for Sanjia."

The U.S. is not the old-fashioned U.K., nor does it ask for gentlemanly demeanor. It’s not surprising to ask for chopsticks in a western restaurant. If you order all the meals at once, no one will feel ashamed of you.

Instead, in front of a group of Yankees who have used knives and forks all their lives, they showed off their precise, fast, steady and ruthless skills in holding chopsticks, and made eighteen changes with a pair of chopsticks. When eating takeaway Kung Pao chicken and dumplings, holding your chopsticks and not knowing what to do, you will definitely recall the fear of being dominated by your chopsticks...

Of course, Chinese people are used to doing as the Romans do, and it’s better to do less than to do more. Not everyone can ask the chef to come out and cut their steaks into 3.5mm pieces, and then pour them with southern-style hot sauce.

After using the chopsticks, Jiang Sanjia was finally freed from the pain. He said dejectedly, "Forget it, let's learn it next time... Anyway, the American police are poor..."

He couldn't help but add another sentence: "We are poor ghosts!"

Without the restriction of tableware, Jiang Sanjia took a bite of a steak like a big piece of meat, and his eyes widened immediately: "This steak is really delicious! It's much better than the last time I was at Pizza Hut!"

"Pizza Hut..." Nan Ming frowned when he heard about Pizza Hut. When he first came to Qingyang, Nan Ming took Zhang Feilin to eat there. "The sourdough pancakes sold there are terrible..."

"French bread...is that called pizza..." Jiang Sanjia gave Nan Ming a blank look.

"That kind of thing is just a dough pancake, not as delicious as that sold by a random stall on the street. How about it, let's have pizza at night." Nan Ming ordered.

Jiang Sanjia was overjoyed, since he left Qingyang, he hadn't had a decent meal, and finally he could eat with his uncle again!

...

On the plane, while everyone was still enjoying the food, at the headquarters of the Anti-Lazy God Alliance, Ellis and Elke were meeting each other and talking in a low voice, just like spies in a movie.

"I just got the news that the Airbus taken by Lanshen Technology has taken off at 11 noon local time and is expected to arrive in DC in 13 hours." Elke said to Ellis.

"What are we going to do?" Ellis asked with wide eyes, "Should we shoot them down?"

Elke was suddenly a little speechless. Is this guy stupid or funny?

"Shoot it down, do you want to trigger an international crisis?" Elke hates iron and steel, although to be honest, Lockheed Martin does have the strength to quietly launch a missile to shoot down this plane, but what about after that?

It won't be long before Lockheed Martin is in the crosshairs.

"I mean, we can do something with this information." Elke whispered something in Ellis' ear.

Alice's eyes lit up.

A few minutes later, an anonymous email with the itinerary of everyone in Lanshen Technology was sent to the mailboxes of major media.

Although Lazy God Technology is a small company, its popularity is too high.

The powered exoskeleton and the Silence are the two business cards of Lanshen Technology, which are well-known all over the world.

At this time, it was not long after the incident of the Silence, and the heat had not completely subsided, and at that time, many reporters did not find the opportunity to conduct follow-up reports, so now is the opportunity.

"Let them deal with the reporters. I still have a list of seven members with voting rights. These members must be taken down today." Elke said to Ellis.

The Earth Warriors are not only Raytheon's now, but have become the signature and fist of the Anti-Lazy God Alliance. They must not lose this time.

...

During the ten hours on the plane, Chen Wei and the others ate three meals, and when they got off the plane, they could barely walk.

The plane landed at Ronald Reagan Washington International Airport, Chen Wei and three people got off the plane carrying their bags, and the negotiating team that had been prepared for a long time also got off the plane.

It was noon when we boarded the plane, and it was still noon when we got off the plane. Everyone was a little bit overwhelmed for a while. Although they slept on the plane and slept comfortably, they were still a little sluggish at this time.

Su Wenjie sent everyone away, and went back to the cabin to see that Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin were still sitting there, and immediately asked with wide eyes, "Aren't you going?"

"Don't worry, I'll go to Boise with you first, take care of your family affairs, and then we'll come back to Washington together." Nan Ming said.

Su Wenjie was moved. Nan Ming was worried that he couldn't handle it, so he came to back him up?

Although Su Wenjie didn't think it was necessary, he was still very moved. With such a boss, what more could he ask for?

Then he heard Nan Ming and Zhang Feilin chatting.

"I heard that the natural scenery in Boise is good. There are many farms and pastures, and there are bull riding competitions. Maybe you can buy a farm and raise some cattle and sheep together..." Nan Ming said.

"Yeah, I've wanted to go for a long time. Help me carry the camera later." Zhang Feilin moved his fingers, intending to do a big job and murder the world with the film.

"OK!" Nan Ming flipped through the travel guide with great interest, "How about we go horseback riding?"

Su Wenjie rolled his eyes, well, these two people are planning to go on a trip, and there is no inexplicable concern that moved him at all, he was completely wrong.

"Didn't you say that the matter of persuading the US Congress is left to you? You should hurry up and work!" Su Wenjie was speechless.

"That's what I said, but the boss moved his mouth, and the subordinate broke his leg. That's what he meant by handing over to me."

"What do you mean?"

"That's what it means." Nan Ming stretched out his hand and drew a circle, enclosing Su Wenjie in the circle, and enclosing himself outside the circle.

Well, Su Wenjie understands, what this means is that he just has a good time talking, and Su Wenjie has to come to do the work.

There is such a boss...how should I put it.

The plane stopped at Washington Airport for about an hour. Before taking off, Feng Tianyou called and howled ghostly on the phone: "Mr. Nan, you are so treacherous! You actually sold us!"

"Where am I..." Before Nan Ming could finish his sentence, he saw Zhang Feilin just changed the TV station.

On the TV, the news is being broadcast, and it is broadcasting: "...Nan Ming, chairman of Lazy God Group, and his party came to DC, or personally came to lobby for the procurement plan of the powered exoskeleton. This is the first time that the top executives of Lazy God Technology have come To the United States, I don't know how this will affect the situation in the United States..."

In the TV screen, Feng Tianyou and others, under the protection of five or six tall and burly security guards, as well as airport security guards and police, struggled through the dark crowd of reporters.

Chen Wei and his group originally exchanged and studied with the FBI, but who would have thought that they would have to act as bodyguards before leaving the airport, first to protect Feng Tianyou and the others.

People were looking for Nanming in the crowd, and then grabbed Feng Tianyou and took a quick shot. The reporter was still broadcasting the report: "We seem to have seen Mr. Nan from Lanshen Technology, let's point the camera at Mr. Nan..."

"Hey, I'm much more handsome than him!" Nan Ming was speechless, do these people have sharp eyesight?

"Strange, how did they know we came to America?" Zhang Feilin wondered.

When Zhang Feilin said this, Nan Ming also found it strange that he planned to come to the United States on a temporary basis, and even he himself didn't know when he would choose to leave.

"It's Raytheon Company." Su Wenjie said.

At this moment, too much public attention is not a good thing for Lanshen Technology.

In the competition between the United States and American companies, and in the field of national defense and arms, Lanshen Technology is inherently at a disadvantage.

Americans also have their own patriotic feelings. If reporters pay too much attention to it, many people may worry about bad influence on themselves, and they are unwilling to have more contact with people from Lanshen Technology or lobbyists from Lanshen Technology.

After figuring this out, Nan Ming's heart suddenly moved, and he said to Feng Tianyou: "You are me now, do you understand? Pretend to be more attractive."

"I..." Feng Tianyou was taken aback, "These people are not fools, how could it be..."

"Cheat as many as you can," Nan Ming said.

Feng Tianyou could only sigh and come down.

By accident, Nan Ming, who should have been blocked and monitored by reporters, had already flown to the small town of Boise in an Airbus that took off again. (To be continued.)