Fifth Avenue sos-supermarket branch, business is average.

It was Christmas Eve tonight, so many nearby residents came to purchase things, and there were a long queue next to the nine cash registers.

If it is in other sos supermarkets, people will leave a few more invoices to participate in the lottery, and buying things will be settled in several times.

On Fifth Avenue, few people do this.

Not only because the residents here are rich, they know that the probability of one in tens of millions and one in millions of them is actually not much different. Anyway, they can't win, so why are they wasted that time?

Go upstairs from the elevator.

Just after the meal time, it is now the low point of the business of Meet Restaurant.

With the heating on, Han Xuan took off his coat and handed it to the welcome staff, then gave him Anya's coat, and asked, "Is Mr. Buffett here?"

"Mr. Buffett just arrived and was at Table 8, please go here."

There are only two tables of people in the empty restaurant.

Near the window is Old Buffett.

Maybe he has been together for a long time and doesn't want to change it. The four bodyguards around him are all quite old.

The bodyguards were worried that he was sitting by the window, his eyes kept scanning the upper floor opposite, paying attention to any suspicious movements.

On the other table was a middle-aged man in a suit.

Although he was dressed very well, Han Xuan knew that he actually had no money.

A few cuts were cracked in the leather shoes, but they were still wearing them.

I obviously washed the suit many times, which caused a little discoloration.

The watch looks like Rolex, but the appearance is too rough and the numbers on it are a bit blurry, so it is undoubtedly a copycat.

By passing by him, Han Xuan could see these differences in just a few seconds.

The most important thing is that he doesn't have the confidence to come here to have a meal.

A bottle of wine from Henry Jay was open there. He reached out to pick up the cup and smelled it, put it down again, and did not dare to drink it.

If you are not an ordinary person who has a special hobby, or who is stingy and pretends to be fat, and wants to have a meal at the meet restaurant, then you can only be a villain who comes to eat a tycoon meal.

Han Xuan didn't care whether he had money or not. There should be a shortage of slaughter workers in the restaurant. This bottle of wine alone is enough for him to work for half a year. There is always a way to afford it.

He took Anya across from Buffett and said with a smile: "Sorry, I just encountered something on the road, which made you wait for a long time."

“I just arrived not long ago, and the time has not yet arrived.

After the meeting at noon, I came here directly and thought it would be traffic jams, but I didn't expect that the traffic in New York today was better than I thought, and I came earlier.

Is this your friend? He is so beautiful."

Buffett has gray hair and a pair of golden thin-edged glasses, looking very kind.

Anya often sees him in the news and says politely: "Thank you for your praise, sir."

"No thanks, I'm just talking about a fact.

May I have your name……"

When Han Xuan saw that they both spoke, he was not at all reserved.

He directly pressed the call on the table and rang the bell, asked someone to send the menu, looked at Buffett, and said, "Don't you mind?"

At noon, I went to the Whitney Gallery to see Paul Cézanne's art exhibition, and I haven't eaten yet."

"Please feel free to see. I collected two of his paintings when I was young. I have kept them in the bank for many years.

I heard you built a museum? After Christmas, I will have someone donate them to you.”
Chapter completed!