"A thief is a thief. Whether you steal money or steal data, you are essentially stealing. You have made so much money by stealing, and it is time to contribute to society. 16%. If you talk a little longer, I will leave."

"Even if I want to give back to society, I will not give back to you, a greedy capitalist. Oh, this wine is good. Come on, let's have another drink, 7%, my money is also earned by me with great effort."

"I am at least a red capitalist, but you are a shameless traitor. How long has it been since you returned to Hungary? I don't like drinking red wine, but I prefer Soviet vodka, which is what men should drink. Back then, the Soviet soldiers must have drank vodka from the sky and occupied Budapest. Haha, 15%, Hungarian wine is not as good as Soviet wine."

"Boy, you angered me! If I were ten years younger, I would definitely duel with you! 8%, if you don't agree, I will use a broadsword to pass through your neck, put you on the grill, pour a bucket of vodka, and let you drink enough!"

"I said, 15% is my bottom line!"

“9%!”

"I'm going to leave."

"9%, this is also my bottom line!"

Fu Song saw him staring at him fiercely like a rooster, smiled and said, "How about taking a whole thing, 10%.

"Trade!" Peter Fei said immediately, "Boy, you take advantage of it. It's so hateful. You are more like a Jew than me."

"Stop, I hate Jews the most!"

"That's a pity. I want to introduce you to my daughter."

“I don’t believe in Judaism.”

"Oh, I almost forgot that you are still a communist, haha, a so-called red capitalist, is so interesting. Boy, from you, I have a little interest in your motherland."

Fu Song immediately said: "If this cooperation goes well, I invite you to visit China, and maybe you will find some good investment opportunities."

"Is that right?" Peter Fei put away his smile and said, "I heard from Rogers that Chinese people are civilized, well-educated, ambitious and smart. He is very optimistic about China's development prospects. If there is a chance, I will go."

"Rogers? Jim?" Fu Song suddenly remembered this person. His two daughters who spoke very well in Mandarin left a deep impression on him.

"Yes, one of the co-founders of Quantum Fund." Peterfi smiled while touching his bearded man, "I've seen photos of him taking in China, riding a motorcycle, and being out of touch with the people around him, like a lonely knight."

"Is that true?" Fu Song also smiled, "If you have the opportunity to recommend me, I will invite him to travel to China and ride a motorcycle."

"From what I know about him, he will be interested."

Fu Song looked at the time and said, "Mr. Peterfi, I'm going to Boston soon. As for cooperation, you can talk to Tan Bingliang."

"What are you doing in Boston?" Peterfield wondered, "You have any investment there?"

"No, a little private matter."

Peter Fei showed a smile on his face that even men knew, "If I guessed correctly, I should have gone to see a beautiful girl. Boy, I wish you success!"

Boston is about 200 miles from New York, and it took more than three hours to drive. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon when I arrived near MIT.

Early this morning, Fu Song made an appointment with Guo Heng to meet here before 6 pm.

After waiting in the car for more than ten minutes, I finally saw Guo Heng's figure, standing by the roadside looking at his watch anxiously.

Fu Song asked Chrys to wait in the car, and got out of the car and walked towards Guo Heng alone, "Student Guo, what about this."

"Comrade Fu Song, you are here."

The two shook hands, and Fu Song couldn't wait to ask: "Have you found Xiao Zhumei?"

Guo Heng glanced at him and said, "I went to find Xiao Zhumei in the morning. She... She is indeed sick and is not in good condition."

"Where is she now?" Fu Song grabbed his arm, "Take me to see her quickly."

Guo Heng did not move, and looked like he wanted to speak but stopped, which made Fu Song anxious, "Why don't you leave?"

Guo Heng stammered: "I mentioned your name to her, and she turned against her all at once. I don't know what's going on. Comrade Fu, you and her..."

Fu Song sighed, "I had a relationship with her, but later she went abroad and broke up."

Guo Hengxin said it was no wonder, but he immediately became confused. Didn’t they all go abroad and dump them in China? No matter how you look at Xiao Zhumei’s reaction, it was more like Fu Song dumped her.

Fu Song asked: "She is still in school?"

Guo Heng smiled bitterly and said, "Don't go in and look for her. She said that if I tell you what she is doing, she will break up with me. She can really do this. Don't mention me after you see her."

Fu Song almost came up in one breath. This girl wanted to rebel!

"Where is she living now?"

Guo Heng shook his head and said, "I only know where she lived before, but I don't know where she lives now. I asked her, but she didn't say anything."

"Then she should go back to live tonight, right? I'm waiting for her here."

"There are several doors in the school, how do you know which one she goes.... Alas, look, it's coming out, that's the one."

Fu Song looked in the direction of Guo Heng's finger and saw a familiar figure appearing in his sight.

Under the dim street light, she walked alone, with her back so thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

She was wearing an old black coat, a handbag on her shoulders, and a pair of washed white jeans on her lower body, and was staggering and coughing.

From a distance, he could hear her violent coughing, and every cough made his heart tremble.

Before this, he had fantasized about the scene of reunion with Xiao Zhumei in the United States countless times, but he never imagined that it would be like this now.

He once thought that one evening, he met her on the streets of Boston, staring at each other, and then said at the same time, long time no see.

I also thought that one day I suddenly appeared in front of her on a whim, and she covered her mouth in surprise and cursed her annoying thing.

He even fantasized that one morning, he opened the door and saw her smiling face...

But all the imaginations made reality shatter. She was so proud that she was like a leaf in autumn, scattered on the streets of Boston with the wind, so helpless.

Fu Song felt dizzy and unconsciously walked towards the thin figure.

Seeing this scene, Guo Heng turned around and left quietly.

Fu Song didn't notice his departure, and there was only the familiar back in his eyes.

Why is she so thin?

She coughed so much, why didn't she go to the hospital?
Chapter completed!