Chapter 116 Counter-pressure

Beautiful girls like parties, where they can maximize the hormones they produce.

After receiving a call from the Chinese boy, Amy Li jumped up excitedly. Even in Washington, she did not hesitate at all.

Her roommate, a girlfriend, heard that she had free first-class back and forth, also asked to participate together under the slogan of taking care of safety.

After obtaining Tang Xiongfei's consent, the two boarded the American Airlines plane that night.

Trust Boys in China, Golf Party in Washington, Business Suites in Hilton – What else is more exciting than this?

In the early morning, they were taken to Hilton by a luxury car. After the small but luxuriously decorated floor-to-ceiling windows, the two looked at the Congress Building for a long time, and then came to the restaurant for breakfast under the guidance of the handsome waiter.

Beautiful short skirts with bright colors and fashionable high heels with open toes, in the world of skirts and gray suits, they attract both attention and not out of place.

Emmy ordered a cup of black coffee and held it in her hand and whispered: "This is like a prison in a suit."

Looking around, the men in the restaurant were all dressed in a well-decorated formal attire, and one or two people wearing jackets were almost certainly service staff.

On Capitol Hill, suits are like prison uniforms. No matter how many sets you change, they will always look the same.

"That guy's watch is more expensive than my car." Another girl raised her feet, revealing her white calves, which made the old man nearby swallow his saliva.

"There are also men on the bar. Look at them, their green eyes, I bet my butt must be very round..."

"Julianne" Amyri interrupted her with a scream, and the two of them clinked their glasses together with smiles.

"The Washingtonian must have lived a hard life, poor politician..." Julian said halfway, carefully covering his mouth and whispered: "The green eyes are coming."

The girls were paying attention to the men in suits, who also kept floating their eyes to the sun-filled corner of the restaurant.

Harvey patted his companions on the shoulders, walked up boldly, and smiled with a charming smile, saying, "L, the two ladies really make the colors of the room very different. You are not Washingtonian, are you?"

"No." Julian was most interested and she replied.

"I came from the Metropolitan Museum in New York and came to Capitol Hill to do business. I didn't expect to meet girls here who are more attractive than art. Can I invite you to have champagne?"

"At 10 o'clock in the morning? No need." Amyri refused him. If someone smelled alcohol on the golf course, it would be terrible.

Green eyes were so annoyed that she wanted to slap herself. She got used to nightclub life and almost forgot her current time.

Julian immediately rescued and said, "What does the museum have to do with Congress?"

One question brings the conversation back on track.

Harvey wanted to hug the little girl in front of him and kiss her. He regrouped and said, "You know, the members of the parliament all like to put some famous paintings in their offices and corridors. If they use fakes, it would be really not good-looking, and they were reluctant to spend money, so they rented some artworks from the museum to serve as facades. This time I came to replace them with some woodblocks and Japanese Ukiyo-e."

The so-called rental method is really worth discussing. In fact, this is still a political investment in the museum. The world is as dark as a crow. Without the unanimous resistance of the people of the whole country, the reputation of the US imperialist emperor will easily be confirmed.

When Emily heard that it was a Japanese work of art, she asked, "Ukiyo-e? Was it painted on a wooden board?"

Harvey said positively: "It is carved on wooden boards, a national treasure of Japan. The new ambassador gave it to the Metropolitan area and lent it to several senators and asked them to put it in the corridor. Wait a moment, I'll show it to you."

He turned to the bar, wanted to pass a Ukiyo-e painting, and then returned to the window to show his sincerity.

Chen Yi happened to walk into the restaurant at this time.

Any man will not be happy to see the girl he invited and be approached by other men.

Chen Yi straightened his waist and walked towards Harvey, who was talking about museum life.

When Emile saw him, she began to wave her arms, made her hands into a microphone, and whispered: "Here is here."

Chen Yi couldn't help laughing again.

"Hello. I'm Harvey." Green eyes stretched out his hand to Chen Yi with kindness.

"List."

The two of them relaxed with a touch of slight touch.

Chen Yi pointed to the chair that Hammer had been jealous for a long time and said, "Is that OK?"

"It's just for you." Amyri immediately took the small bag on it and asked with a smile: "What should I eat?"

"Milk, sandwich, bacon is better. Oh, let's have double steak, hot soup and a little fruit." The Knights are all rice buckets, and Chen Yi is now considered a Knight-level.

Amyri added a specific name and retelled it to the waiter.

The latter's long-trained eyes turned twice to tell the source of his strong appetite.

Harvey stared at Chen Yi jealously. Although he had been talking to Julian, his target was actually Emily. The two girls were obviously the most eye-catching.

At this time, his tall companions came to help and said something in quick English. They could see that Chen Yi could only have simple conversations in English.

In this rude conversation, the tall one calmly took back the Ukiyo-e in Harvey's hand.

This action seems slightly unnecessary at this time.

After the tempering of the original energy, Chen Yi's current sense of touch was so sensitive that he turned his head.

Looking at Chen Yi's Asian face, the tall man's heartbeat was rising unconsciously.

Just as close as possible, normal people may hear excessive heartbeats, and Chen Yi could easily detect changes in his heartbeat.

His doubts were even more serious, and his eyes had turned to Ukiyo-e.

The Japanese don't understand what's good about things. However, the price of art is never determined by the value of art, but by the attributes of the people who create art, just like the packaging of all goods - the Japanese have money to pay, and their art naturally rises; the Indians get profits from operating casinos, and immediately make the worthless Indian antiques soar 40 times; China's economic development and the auction numbers of international auction houses are also rising steadily.

"What is the origin of this wood painting?" Chen Yi didn't know how to speak Ukiyo-e in English.

“It’s the collection of the Metropolitan Museum.”

Chen Yi said "Oh", with curiosity, he tore a perception scroll in his carry-on bag, and asked, "Which year is this thing from?"

Ukiyo-e was still in the hands of the tall man, and he deliberately covered most of it and said: "It was from the Edo period of Japan."

Aimili asked a few more questions wisely and explained to Chen Yi: "It's been at least 300 years."

"That's fake." Chen Yi thought so and said so.

Harvey, with green eyes, his eyes were really green. He tried to calmly and said, "You are Chinese, don't say that you understand Japanese things very well."

"Fake is fake. What does it have to do with the country and race?" Chen Yi smiled very kindly.

Harvey's face froze, regretting his approach, and said, "I don't need to tell you this. Galileo, you should bring your stuff back first."

"Wait." The man in the bow tie who had never spoken hard took Ukiyoe back from the tall man's hand, and said with a lift, "Sir Chen, how do you know that it is fake."

"The history of this wood painting is only 5 years at most." Chen Yi saw it using the perceptual scroll.

The man in the bow tie smiled and did not ask any further, which disappointed the Chinese boy who was preparing to fabricate the words.

However, he held Ukiyo-e in his hand and did not return it to Harvey.

Aimili and three other girls were eager to watch the show, but they didn't expect it to be a big start.

Julian turned around and wanted to continue ** Harvey, at least sending out the phone number.

Unfortunately, Harvey, who was well-dressed, was not in a state at all and ignored her charming eyes.

"Sir, your breakfast." The waiter came to the crowded table.

"My name is Nair, I have a chance to see you." The man in the bow tie handed Chen Yi a business card and left.

As he stopped, he was quite arrogant.

After sitting down, Chen Yi looked out his business card and saw that there was no other explanation except for his name and contact information.

Emilia leaned over and looked at it, covering her mouth and laughed, "Can she be the head of a consortium?"

Julian curled his lips and said, "Ralph Lauren, who is less than 10,000 yuan, is not as good as Harvey."

Chen Yi raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that the inference system of fashion women was quite sound.

Although it is a well-known brand-name clothing, Ralph Lauren's main consumer group is indeed the wealthier middle class. In Washington, it seems that it is more like a civil servant.

However, the man with a bow tie is at most 40 years old, and he is still younger if he wants to be a big politician.

"Forget it, let me have a little bit of food to go." Chen Yi said, swallowing it up. He spent the whole night practicing golf to avoid being too embarrassing today's performance and consuming a lot of energy.

The men and three men in the bow tie were also stuffing things hard, looking like they were about to leave.

Chen Yi and others were deliberately lagging behind one step before going to the parking lot.

The little lizard turned into a raptor f150 is parked there, but it has changed to a different license plate.

Chen Yicai kicked it hard regardless of whether he had a driver's license or not, warned him again before getting on the car.

The girls were amazed at the huge pickup truck. In fact, the $50,000 car in the United States is not cheap.

Emile sat in the passenger seat, and the color-changing lizard couldn't help but shout, "Hello, beauties, I'm Apollo."

No one understood.

Chen Yi stepped on the accelerator hard, and the birds of prey flew out.

The fantasy dragon whimpered.

With the fighting skills full of original energy, an ordinary car had to lie on the ground after one kick.

...

If we arrange the golf courses near various cities in the United States, Washington is definitely among the best.

Here, MPs play, cabinet ministers play, media anchors play, socialites and the president play.

East Potomac Park is the closest golf course to the White House, within walking distance. Although it is difficult to meet Mr. President here, his White House staff and the masses on Capitol Hill are inevitably regular visitors.

This place is also a public stadium that many people like. It receives more than 100,000 people every year. If you come too late, you have to wait for a while longer.

Katherine is a frequent visitor to Washington and has invited many rights holders and has already booked cars and caddy.

Tang Xiongfei and others handed out the invitation letter with Chen Yi in the rest area, and someone took them and three ladies to find Catherine and Mark.

The priest wore a ball uniform and at first glance looked like a genetic mutation from the black community.

Although he really wanted to take Chen Yi immediately, he still introduced with a smile of his master: "This is Ryante, Ryante Gunbel, who is the consultant of the Morgan Stanley Securities Filing Department. William, you should recognize it. Max Elshan, the investment manager of Bank of Mellon, is an old friend, Charles Briggs, the investment decision-maker of Bank of Zurich, and the assistant of Mr. Ambo, the director of Nyse. Oh, Nair is here. He is the first aide to Senator Nanz and has the right to make decisions..."
To be continued...