"Li Sheng, it seems that your reputation in the United States is not small!" Mei Lanfang, who had stepped off the stage, walked from the crowd.

"It's all in vain, brother Heming, let's talk alone." Li Zitao made the invitation.

"Okay." Seeing his serious expression, Mei Lanfang nodded.

The two of them went straight into the small living room without calling anyone. The monk, who had been invisible all this time, blocked the door.

"Look, I'm just saying that a big shot like this always brings bodyguards with him when he goes out. That's what they do." Several Chinese people dressed in unusual clothes formed a small circle to communicate.

"Tsk tsk, I really didn't notice it before." Another person said with some surprise.

"Hey, look over there, do you see it?" The observant young man pointed to the wall.

Two bodyguards were standing next to the stone pillars next to the banquet hall, standing silently and looking around expressionlessly. It would be difficult to notice their presence unless you were paying special attention.

Looking around again, they discovered that there were the same bodyguards in every corner, and they couldn't help but sigh again.

In the small living room, Li Zitao lit a cigar and handed it to Mei Lanfang and asked, "Want something new?"

"That would be disrespectful." Mei Lanfang muttered indirectly.

He himself does not smoke, but he is no stranger to cigars. As the most famous actor, Mei Lanfang has come into contact with many big shots.

Especially the pearl where he now lives, which is the financial center of Asia and is called the Pearl of the Orient by Western countries. There are foreign companies everywhere and countless foreigners. He has never seen anything new.

"Inviting Brother Heming here, I mainly want to say two things." He threw the fragrant wood pieces into the ashtray and watched the sparks flicker, and Li Zitao's eyes seemed to change accordingly.

"Li Sheng, please speak." Xu Shi noticed that his tone was a little heavy, and Mei Lanfang said solemnly.

"I got news from rb that the power of young hawks in the country is gradually expanding, and the cabinet is under their control. These hawks are planning a conspiracy.

My people have not obtained the details of the plan, but the ultimate goal of this matter is to fully invade the three eastern provinces, and they want to support the puppet emperor to form a puppet government!"

Mei Lanfang was shocked by the news. The hand holding the cigar suddenly trembled, and the ash fell on his gown and he threw it unconsciously.

"I hope Brother Heming can ghostwrite and pass this news to the young marshal as soon as possible." Li Zitao did not have the courage to become the savior, nor did he have the responsibility.

But he still felt that he should do something, such as reminding Zhang Shaoshuai of rb's conspiracy, such as donating large sums of money.

"I will transfer 10 million U.S. dollars of capital each through Chase Bank and Citibank as capital to support the young commander's resistance."

The investment of 20 million US dollars was enough for Marshal Zhang to build the Eastern Garrison Army into the first army of the Republic of China. Li Zitao really spent a lot of money.

"It's useless." Mei Lanfang's bitter smile made him stunned.

"Brother Heming?" Li Zitao looked at him confused.

"Let alone 20 million U.S. dollars, even gold and silver are useless, Marshal~~" Mei Lanfang closed her eyes in pain and said, "Opium."

These two simple words made Li Zitao feel like he was struck by lightning, his strength poured out like a torrent, and his straight waist became rickety.

Li Zitao has not only seen the virtues of drug addicts with his own eyes, but also has countless cruel stories online that can make people cry.

He kills his wife and sells his children, forces his mother to death, turns father and son against each other, and as long as he has a puff of "fairy smoke," the world will end with him.

When he came out of the small parlor, Li Zitao looked ugly. He agreed to meet Mei Lanfang at the Chicago Theater and left with Lawrence and Zhao Yaozhong.

Zhao Yaozhong originally had no intention of leaving, but the problem was solved after Li Zitao promised to invite Mei Lanfang to the Chicago Grand Theater for seven days in a row next month.

"Hey!" Even with Mei Lanfang's open-mindedness, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh when he saw Li Zitao leaving with his hunched back.

However, Mei Lanfang still kept the news he had mentioned in his mind and wondered whether he should take up a pen and pass the news to the National Government to see if he could make some small contribution.

I just think of Marshal Zhang’s control over the three eastern provinces and the prestige of the Zhang family...

"Charlie, you look very unhappy. Did you have a fight with Mei?" Lawrence asked curiously in the elevator.

"No." Li Zitao shook his head and said nothing more.

Zhao Yaozhong was also curious about what happened between the two of them in the small living room earlier, but since Li Zitao didn't tell him, he was too embarrassed to ask.

"Brother Zhao, sit down wherever you want." When he arrived at the luxurious suite on the top floor and asked Zhao Yaozhong to sit down, Li Zitao calmed down again.

He had already done what he could do. He was not a military genius, and it was impossible for him to abandon all his property and return home with money to join the war of resistance.

Don't say that this kind of thing can't be changed with money. Even if Li Zitao really does this, it doesn't matter how many people are willing to follow him back.

Given the complicated situation in the country in the future, the best outcome for him would be to lose all his wealth and be kicked out, become a warlord, and play politics. Li Zitao is really not that kind of material.

"Brother Zhao, I have some assets and influence in the United States, and I am planning to spend huge sums of money to build a laboratory to study aviation. I wonder if you are interested?"

Although he suppressed the discomfort and guilt in his heart, Li Zitao's mood was still not high, and he was not in the mood to beat around the bush when speaking, and he went straight to discuss with Zhao Yaozhong.

Zhao Yaozhong is caught in a contradiction. On the one hand, he has advanced technology and conditions, and the full support of capital.

On the one hand, there is the home and country, the entrustments and expectations of the brothers when they see him off.

"Brother Zhao hasn't finished his studies yet and wants to continue his studies in various countries? How about this? When one day Brother Zhao wants to return to China, I will never stop him!"

Seeing Zhao Yaozhong trapped in entangled conflicts, Li Zitao expressed the greatest sincerity: "And I believe that hosting a cutting-edge laboratory will be of great help to Brother Zhao."

For the sake of talent, Li Zitao was shameless and directly gave his unestablished laboratory the title of "cutting-edge".

"Are you telling the truth?" Zhao Yaozhong was moved.

He is just a student, let alone a doctor who has not yet obtained a doctorate degree. Even if he has obtained a degree, he cannot expect to become the head of a laboratory here.

Zhao Yaozhong has his confidence and pride in knowledge and technology, but when this kind of thing has nothing to do with knowledge and technology, but is only related to national conditions, skin color, and nationality, he can only sigh.

Now Li Zitao has given him a guarantee of cutting-edge instruments, top-notch assistants, cooperation with laboratories from major top universities, plus full delegation of power and freedom of movement.

"Of course." When he got the answer from Li Zitao again, Zhao Yaozhong stood up excitedly.

"Okay, then it's settled, I will be the director of the laboratory." Zhao Yaozhong said impassionedly.

Li Zitao was also very excited. This joy even diluted his inner depression. He stood up and said, "We have to celebrate."

As he said this, Li Zitao came to the bar and saw at a glance that it was filled with qds.

Ritz has a record of its customers' preferences. Li Zitao only drank this beer at banquets many times. Of course, Ritz, which is famous for its service, will not mistake this.

"Go on." Li Zitao took down the two bottles of QD and threw them at Lawrence, causing him to be almost hit by the bottles as he was sitting next to him in a daze of boredom.

"Fk, Charlie, you can't treat him differently because of race." Lawrence hurriedly caught the bottle, and then saw Li Zitao opening the beer himself and handing it to Zhao Yaozhong's hand, Lawrence said angrily.

"Want to make money?" Li Zitao asked.

"Hey, we are brothers." Lawrence's expression changed, he opened a beer, and hugged his shoulders with great enthusiasm, as if what he just said was not his.

"..." Looking at the two teasers in front of him speechlessly, Zhao Yaozhong took a sip of beer and thought to himself, "This beer is so sweet!"

"When the laboratory is completed, I will personally send someone to pick you up." The next day, Li Zitao bought the ticket himself and put him on the plane back to California.

Zhao Yaozhong, who was sweet in his heart, returned to California with Li Zitao's promise to continue completing his project and ensure to graduate with a degree as soon as possible.

Li Zitao also said goodbye to Mei Lanfang and boarded the flight back to Chicago.

"Let our people always pay attention to Zhao Yaozhong and help him solve any difficulties." The first thing he did when he returned to Chicago was to tell him to always pay attention to Zhao Yaozhong.

"Boss, McDonald's will be completed tonight. After consulting the franchisees, the unified opening date will be February 1st."

"Why February 1st? Can it be postponed or brought forward?" He was going to attend the first Academy Awards on February 1st and couldn't spare the time!

"According to them, February 1 is the third day of the Spring Festival, a lucky day." Because District 22 is full of Chinese families and is the only franchisee of McDonald's at present, Ben also has a general understanding of the Chinese festival. .

The Spring Festival is the most important festival of the year for Chinese people, just like Thanksgiving.

"I even forgot about the Spring Festival!" Li Zitao slapped his forehead.

"Tomorrow." Ben reminded, pointing to the calendar on the table.

"Do you have any celebration plans in Area 22?" A shooting made Li Zitao busy again, and the crazy party he had prepared earlier came to nothing.

"Huang arranged operas and dances, as well as some gifts." After all, Ben was not familiar with the taboos and habits of Chinese festivals, so he didn't get involved.

As for the opera and dance he mentioned, they are actually drama and lion dance performances.

"That's good." If you think about it this way, tonight is New Year's Eve, and we want to eat dumplings.

"I have to go home for the holidays. Let's talk about anything tomorrow." Li Zitao stood up and prepared to leave.

"Boss, this is the gift we have prepared for you. Happy holidays." Ben took out a two-finger-long strip box from his pocket.

"Can you open it and take a look?" Li Zitao was a little curious.

"Of course." Ben nodded.

Opening the box, there was actually a pen inside. It was a beautiful agate red color and felt very textured in the hand. When the pen cap was removed, the gold-plated nib looked gorgeous and noble.

"The Parker Century series is currently the most expensive pen on the market. I hope you like it." Ben introduced.

"I like it very much, please help me thank you all." Li Zitao was very satisfied and inserted it into the inner pocket of his suit, keeping it close to him like the previous Taipan series.

He had seen this pen in the newspaper, saying it was the most expensive pen on the market, costing $7 each.
Chapter completed!