"By the way, do you follow Bentley?" Mary suddenly changed the subject.

"Bentley? Who is that?" Li Zitao's face was confused.

After talking for a long time, he realized that what Bentley was talking about was his cheap cousin, Li Xiaobin.

After Jinjiang Inn developed to the outside world, he gave himself a foreign name because he wanted to deal with foreigners; Bentley Lee.

Now, Jinjiang Inn has grown to the scale of at least one in every Chinatown.

Looking for external development, Li Xiaobin wants to try new elements brought by gentle Chinese and Western food.

"He wants to talk to you." After the meeting of Jinjiang Inn, Mari and Li Xiaobin had a brief conversation.

The other party expressed his desire to meet Li Zitao in person and talk about the future development of Jinjiang Inn.

"Okay, I will find some time to see him." Li Zitao's response was a bit perfunctory.

After seeing Mary's blaming eyes, she immediately said seriously: "I promise, I will go."

"You should go. The family's bloodline is connected and nothing can be cut off." Mary smiled with satisfaction.

Li Zitao nodded in agreement. In fact, he has been extremely eager for family affection or more ties over the years.

Unfortunately, they were used by Morgan as a gun, which initially caused Li Zitao's inner feelings to be resistant.

But so many years have passed, and his great uncle has become a headless ghost.

Li Xiaobin is honestly doing his own small business, and now he has achieved some success.

It's time to meet him. Whether this family affection can be maintained depends on whether he can see his position clearly.

The next day, Li Zitao turned down the date of golf with Little John and arrived at Jinjiang Hotel near noon.

At this time, Li Xiaobin was greeting guests in the backyard. Since the Jinjiang Hotel grew and grew, he bought it back and made it into an inner hall in the "Siheyuan".

It is specially used to greet some distinguished guests and provide them to bosses and wealthy businessmen in need.

Today, Chinese people always contact the Ministry of Education in New York to discuss that Chinese children have the right to enter better and higher colleges.

Public universities in the United States should be open to everyone, rather than driving them into chaotic community colleges.

At this stage, the full name of the Ministry of Education is ‘The Ministry of Health, Education and Welfare of the United States,’ which is an institution with bloated staff and chaotic management.

Simply put, it is like combining the three departments of food safety, education and social welfare, but it cannot make it work effectively.

The wind of eating, taking, snagging, and snagging is so rampant that no one will believe it if you say it.

For example, in order to invite the other party’s minister this time, Chinese people will always pay a check of $50,000.

This is just the price of meeting.

On the morning of the first meeting, I didn’t talk about anything, and it was time to have dinner.

The other party heard from somewhere that the emperor had eaten at the past, and pointed out that he was going to have a "Manchu and Han banquet."

"If it weren't for the sake of the child, I'll shoot him up." The vice president of the general association who led the team, Qian Si, was so respectful that he grabbed the crutch and stumbling on the ground.

"Fourth Master, please calm down. Let's let these unsavvy natives increase their knowledge at that time." Li Xiaobin dissuaded with a smile.

"Hmph...that's true. When our ancestors were delicious and spicy, they were like savages and eating blood and feta!" Qian Siye rubbed his beard with a smug look.

It is said that it is the Manchu and Han chess, but in fact it is just a show of being able to be the master of the Manchu and Han chess.

Li Xiaobin wanted to invite him, but he was in chaos and could not find anyone.

However, what surprised him was that there was a young man named Tang at the scene, who showed...

Anyway, it's a bit too terrible.

"Mr. Minister, this is the most famous aged wine in China. It was a fine wine that the president once could only drink. I specially found someone to transport it from China and try it."

Tang Deming held a bottle of Maotai and helped the White-Skin Minister pour it on with a diligent face.

As early as the 1915 Panama World Expo, Maotai won the gold medal as a national liquor and had a certain international reputation.

Although it has not reached the level of "international famous wine", it is to a certain extent a wine that best reflects the Chinese winemaking industry.

What can be compared with it is collectively called Mao Wujian; Wuliangye and Jiannanchun.

Mao Wujian is naturally the first word of Maotai, Wuliangye and Jiannanchun.

"Tang, you are a good person." Minister Baisai looked at him with a smile, but his eyes quickly moved away from his face and looked at Yin Shuwan beside him.

The squinting expression in the small eyes as big as mung beans made Yin Shuwan move uneasyly.

"Mr. Minister, I'll give you a glass." Tang Deming's face looked a little ugly, but he still forced a smile to pick up the wine glass.

"In our America, I prefer to have a drink with a beautiful lady, Miss Yin?" The minister staggered his hands and raised his glass to look at Yin Shuwan.

"Sorry, I can't drink." Yin Shuwan refused awkwardly.

Bang.

The wine glass was placed heavily on the table, which also stopped the conversation on the spot.

"Mr. Minister, our Chinese women rarely drink alcohol, I will drink it for her." Seeing that the minister's face became gloomy, Tang Deming quickly picked up the wine glass and dried up.

But after two consecutive cups, the minister still made no statement.

"Minister Reed, is this?" Qian Si's hand couldn't help trembling, but a gentle smile appeared on his face.

When you go out, you have something to ask for.

Who makes them not speak hard enough? If you want to give your youth a better future, it depends on the other person's expression and meaning!

"I think...this matter needs to be decided at a meeting. There are so many immigrants in the United States and occupy a lot of resources.

Even our country’s residents are short of education, so you can consider private schools more, so there will be more choices.”

Listening to the other party's serious nonsense, Mr. Qian was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Is it affordable for private schools for ordinary families?

No matter how well the children learn, they will be unable to pay for the tuition.

If they can afford to go to private schools, why should they come here to be angry with you, a white-skinned man?

Seeing the scene, it was extremely awkward, and the two sides were inclined to turn against each other. Tang Deming, who was so stupid, spoke, "Shuwan, why don't you have a drink with the minister."

As soon as the words finished, the scene was silent, and even a needle fell to the ground could be heard.

Yin Shuwan even looked at her fiancé beside her with incredible eyes.

This man, who used to be angry even when other men looked at him, now asks her to drink with her?

"I, I'm not..." Tang Deming was also confused for a moment. He wanted to explain this, but he was afraid that he would not be a human inside and outside.

The translator next to the minister said something in his ear, which made his gloomy face suddenly unfold.

He looked at Yin Shuwan with a proud look, and the minister was clearly waiting for her toast.

This Chinese woman wearing a cheongsam has a charm that the minister has never seen before, like a tempting and fragrant red wine or a blooming rose.

At this moment, a sudden hurried call came from outside the door; "Boss, boss..."

This call came in time. Li Xiaobin Teng stood up and cursed, "What are you shouting? Why are you so unruly?"

But then that's it, the person stood there and didn't move, just waiting for the guy outside to come in and stir up the situation.

No matter what Tang Deming thought, Li Xiaobin felt that he had done it.

Is this something a man can do if his fiancée is with someone to drink?
Chapter completed!