Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant Chapter 57

  Chapter 57 Funds arrive

   After everyone has arrived, the birthday party begins.

  Everyone gathered around the birthday star, waiting for him to blow out the candles. An Feng stood behind and watched from a distance. Several guys stood around Henry, winking at each other. An Feng felt that Henry was going to be in bad luck... Blowing out the candles, closing his eyes and making a wish, and then with a bang, everyone pressed his head on the big cake together.

  An Feng laughed loudly. Although Henry was hit, he reacted quickly. He immediately grabbed the cake next to him and wiped it away from the surrounding crowd regardless of friend or foe. There was chaos, laughter, screams and the exclamation of someone unlucky to be hit by a cake as people retreated to take shelter.

  The only thing that was not affected by the war was the ladies onlookers. Even An Feng secretly grabbed a handful of cakes, and quickly wiped them on the hair of an unlucky ghost. He was quick in action and quick in response. He was one of the few men who participated in the battle and survived unharmed, and he even received a sweet kiss from Katilina.

  She called it: "Kiss for heroes."

  The hanging wires were all excited, expressing that their strength was not fully utilized just now, and they asked to do it again.

In the midst of the commotion, after the cake fight, the birthday star made a short speech, and suddenly shouted: "The beer fight has begun!" Chaos broke out again. The energy of the college students is always boundless, but the rhythm is not suitable for An Feng. Henry said hello and left with Katilina.

   "Leaving so early?" Katilina asked.

   "I see through their purpose." An Feng said with a smile, "If you have to stay for a few more minutes, I'm afraid you will get soaked."

   "Want to take advantage of me?" Katilina guessed.

  An Feng looked at her with a smile: "What do you think? I just heard a lot of boys arguing in private whether you wear a T-shirt or not, and they bet a lot."

  Catilina hugged his arm and asked, "Then what do you think I'm wearing?"

  An Feng slapped her buttocks with his palm, the buttocks were rippling like waves, and he was very ecstasy. He took a few more glances and concluded, "I'm not wearing anything."

   "Wow, you are amazing!" Katilina smiled, "Then do you like not to wear it, or do you like to wear it a little, or is it a young girl's?"

  An Feng thought for a while and said, "It mainly depends on who wears it."

   "Good standard answer!" Katilina said, "Why don't I choose the whole set tomorrow and show you new styles every day?"

   This will envy the dead American hangers, right?

  In the afternoon of the next day, like a doll, she changed into a casual cool man at the request of Katilina. She has so many tricks, and every way satisfies An Feng. She wore a baseball jacket, matching hot pants, and a handbag. She transformed from a **** goddess into a college beauty cheerleader.

   On the way to the bank, An Feng asked: "Have you considered using your talent in matching clothes? Maybe you can be a creative designer besides being a model."

  Catilina said helplessly: "There are many talented people, but very few of them can stand out. Almost all of them can promote their ideas after they become famous."

   "It's true." An Feng thought that many celebrities have their own clothing and perfume brands after they become famous. I am afraid that the strength is second, and the fame is the first.

Katilina said: "People who know me say that I am very good at showing a person's strengths, discovering beauty and sexiness. Looking carefully, I have many similarities with Page (she refers to Miranda) We are good at grasping popular elements. I have cooperated with her several times, and I am very envious of her work as a fashion director."

  An Feng glanced at her and said, "Maybe I can introduce you. You know Miranda is my friend. You can start with a small plate."

Katilina shook her head: "No, that's different. What I want to say is that this position is what I expected, but how to put it... Her scope is relatively wide, focusing on trend elements rather than people, and I'm concentrating on the person, not the outer clothing, jewelry, etc."

   "People? How to say?" An Feng was a little confused, he didn't know much about these things.

  Catilina gave an example: "It's like the difference between the fashion industry leader "W" and "Playboy". One focuses on trends, and the other focuses on characters."

   "Oh, I understand." An Feng understood, one focused on taking pictures of beautiful clothes, and the other focused on taking pictures of **** women.

  At the gate of the bank, John still arrived ahead of schedule.

  In the reception room, Roger and his assistant were present. When they saw An Feng coming in, they hugged first: "Congratulations, Bruce, things are going well."

   After greetings, everyone sat down. John was checking the final mortgage contract, An Feng and Roger still had nothing to do, but Roger picked up some key points and said: "The loan will be credited the next day after signing the contract, and the three-year countdown will start at the same time. I wish you all the best!"

  An Feng smiled: "Thank you for your help, it saved me a lot of time."

  Roger also laughed: "You're welcome, you know I've benefited a lot from it."

  Looking at his smile, it is estimated that he got a lot of commissions, so An Feng took it as a loan from an acquaintance and gave it a favor. Anyway, who is not borrowing?

  Roger said again: "There is one more thing I want to tell you. Regarding the idea you mentioned a few days ago, I went back and studied it, and I feel promising."

   "Do you think there is a future again?" An Feng said with a smile, Roger was still very uncertain a few days ago.

  Roger shrugged: "You will be rewarded if you dare to venture. Many well-known companies have never been favored before. I can't believe that they have developed step by step."

   "Then what are your plans?" An Feng asked.

  Roger said: "Invest money, be a shareholder, and I also recommend some friends. They are all investors, rich people who can't work by themselves."

An Feng has funds but no foundation. He needs contacts in the United States. Don't think that there is no relationship here. If something happens to the company in the future, if a certain shareholder knows an official figure or a politician who can talk, he will give priority to helping you solve it. Trouble, it's easier to guarantee than to follow the procedures.

   After chatting for a while, after confirming the cooperation intention, they waited for An Feng's plan to roll out.

   Speaking of this, An Feng is also quite ashamed. He has already won the first shareholder, and the company has no prospect yet. He is ashamed.

  He decided to go back and hurry up. If he has money, is he afraid of not enough manpower?

   With 80 million in hand, I am full of confidence. Although it is borrowed from the bank...it will be paid off in three years, so now I can only pave the way and develop in multiple lines. I'm afraid he was busy. After going back at night, he sorted out some materials and stored them in the computer he just bought, and went to UCLA alone the next day.

  As for Katilina...enough tossing the night, now I'm sleeping in.

An Feng met Dr. Keith who was waiting for him at the entrance of the college building last time. He looked very sincere, and the smile on his face was a little more sincere. He stepped forward to shake hands with him: "Sorry for being late, there is a traffic jam on the road." Really The reason was that Katrina was stalking him.

  Case said very understandingly: "It doesn't matter, we all understand the traffic in Los Angeles."

Walking into the building with Case, I met six or seven biology experts who were either PhDs or professors in the office. It was a little stressful, but An Feng was still very confident in the technology in his head. Decades ahead in the field of cytology, it has been impeccable.

There was no other politeness. Case had greeted him in advance, and he knew that An Feng's time and patience were limited. For this magical young man, he could basically say as much as he could. Occasionally, a few words can make them suddenly realize , save a few months, do you think it is worth it?

  An Feng felt that he had become Shang Yang who was fighting all the heroes. The experts and professors were all primary school students who put their hands on their knees and listened to the lectures. They occasionally retorted, and then they were reprimanded by An Feng. This little lesson and the old scene are so strange, but the content of the conversation is so rigorous.

  Basically, An Feng spoke a lot, and each of them brought more than two sets of recording equipment.

   Bullish, right? An Feng almost wanted to collect tickets!

  The old guys have collected so much information on the sidelines, do you think it's fun? Many things in it can involve a promising field of knowledge. Later, An Feng became smarter. You can ask, but his answer was ambiguous, and his attitude was just there: Do you want to know? Come and hang out with me.

  An Feng folded his arms to see the ecology of the crowd: come or not? Nobel Prize Oh!

  It's like a person who has been thirsty for three days and three nights suddenly sees a big bucket of clear water. Can this be refused?

  In the end they succumbed, and everyone knows that even if they quit, there will be a lot of people scrambling for the first. At most, it is to drop the subject in the university, pack up the bed and change to another place to continue mixing.

  An Feng was very satisfied, and he gave the first goal: exterminate cancer cells.

  (end of this chapter)

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