Because the girl with smoke-making makeup has never got off the car, she has no clothes, and Zhang Cheng is the same. It still requires some skills to wear clothes in the car, so Zhang Cheng decided to drive home, because there is a car blocking it anyway.

After arriving at home, Zhang Cheng drove the sports car back to the garage. The smoky makeup girl was about to find clothes to wear but was stopped by Zhang Cheng: "Hey, I thought I felt good in the car just now."

"Your physical strength is really unfathomable..." The smoky makeup girl hugged Zhang Cheng's shoulder and chewed her again.

The sports car swayed irregularly again for a while, and Zhang Cheng and the smoky girl stood outside the car and simply wore clothes and carried them on their backs.

Didn't see Jenny on the first floor, Zhang Cheng took the girl with a smoky makeup into the restaurant, opened the refrigerator and asked, "Are you hungry? I'm really hungry."

"Get a glass of milk." American milk is about the same price as mineral water, and it is very cheaper by dozens of cents per liter. TV often reports that dairy farmers are losing money and can only sell or kill cows in the end.

Zhang Cheng took out two steaks and two boxes of milk, gave the smoky makeup girl a box to replenish her moisture, turned on the fire and fryed two steaks. Under the gaze of the smoky makeup girl who was drinking milk on the other side, she started to eat it voraciously.

Jenny went downstairs to get the fruit, saw Zhang Cheng and the smoky makeup girl, and asked the smoky makeup girl: "Why is he so hungry?"

The smoky makeup girl stretched out four fingers, and Jenny nodded after seeing it.

Zhang Cheng swallowed a piece of meat: "I'll introduce you to me. This is my tutor, Jenni, who is this?"

Smoky makeup girl: "Jessy."

Zhang Cheng said while eating: "Jesse, I'm going to have a small party tomorrow. Can you find two or three female friends to come and have fun together?"

Jesse said: "What I can find is a charge for money, five hundred yuan, she is yours tonight, one thousand yuan, don't treat it as a human being. One thousand five, care about how many people you come to. Two thousand yuan, care about whether you come to or not."

Zhang Cheng: "I am the only one here, so the standard of 1,000 yuan is better. Find two to three. If there are too many, I can't eat or live."

Jenny: "You're such a party animal."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Jesse: "Why would a rich man like you think of settling in Nevada?"

"If I say I come here to go to school, I don't even believe it. My current assets are definitely something that many college students can't fight for in their entire lives. California actually has better universities, but the tax rate in California is too high. And my vineyards and wineries will definitely make money in two years, so I pay less taxes, so I get more?"

Jesse asked: "How big is your vineyard?"

“230 acres of land, 185 of which are planted with vines. There is no problem producing 1 million bottles of wine per year.”

"1 million bottles? Where are you going to sell?"

"If Americans don't admit it, I will sell it to China. Chinese people have always believed that imported foreign wine must be very high-end things. There are only two domestic wines that can be said of the huge market of more than one billion people in China. My father manages a private liquor company in China, and there are some channels."

While speaking, the winery manager Johnson, the winery manager, came and said, "BOSS, if we want to make all the grapes this year, we need to add some oak, repair the damaged barrels and build about 500 new oak barrels."

Zhang Cheng wiped his hands on his clothes and took out the checkbook from his pocket: "Tell me, how much does it cost?"

"I'll check it out, it's $600,000."

Zhang Cheng signed a check happily, and bought all the eight million vineyards. Is it still enough to buy oak? After handing the check to Old John, Zhang Cheng asked: "What big expenses do the winery have recently?"

Johnson Old Johnson replied: "This year, there are only a few hundred short-term workers who need to take care of the grape picking week in August. However, the school is on holiday at this time. We can hire middle school students to work quickly and cheaply, which costs about 150,000 US dollars. At this time next year, we will need about US$1.8 million to build about 3,800 new oak barrels. Compared with reusable oak barrels, the cost of bottling is not high. The winery has not been able to make wine at full capacity for a long time..."

Zhang Cheng nodded: "I understand. After the winemaking this year is over, you ask the timber factory to send the oak that you need next year together. When I come, I will write a check. My accountant told me that the part of the money spent can be tax-free. Recently, there is a tax filing for income. Do you understand? Also, find out the sample pictures of the wine bottle seller. I want to stock up on the bottle bottles that I have for two or three years. How much does a better bottle cost?"

Old Johnson replied: "Better ones, about forty or fifty cents, and cheaper ones twenty or thirty cents. The bottles have no technical content, and the glass products have long been ruined."

Zhang Cheng: "This can cost at least one million dollars. I am such a genius. What else can I buy in the winery?"

Johnson, the oldest person: "Not yet. If there is, I will report it as soon as possible."

After Johnson left, Jenny said, "If you build a fund, you will be very favorable in tax filing."

"I'm not that mean." Zhang Cheng said true. In the United States, some rich people set up funds to evade taxes. This fund occasionally donates some money to do some charity projects, but they spend a small amount of money. The big ones are used to buy yachts, planes, and villas for the rich and their families. Among them, only the rich themselves, the fund accountants and the rich lawyers benefit from it, purely for tax evasion.

It’s not that Zhang Cheng doesn’t want to play, but that once such things get angry, the US government’s punishment is also very strong. It’s impossible to say that the fine will be a lot of money.

Zhang Cheng, who had enough food and drink, hugged two girls upstairs with one hand. On the way, Zhang Cheng suddenly had the idea of ​​taking a few photos to show off his former classmates, but Zhang Cheng's rationality quickly suppressed the whole idea: I am Brother Cheng, not Brother Guan Xi. I am Brother Cheng, not Brother Guan Xi.

The three of them went to the small living room upstairs to watch TV. Zhang Cheng slid his hands into the necklines of Jesse and Jenny from his shoulders, and compared the shape, size, and elasticity of the two in the clothes on his chest.

Finally, Zhang Cheng believed that although Jesse might have more potential in the future, Jesse is still more plump and upright now, and the TV scenes unknowingly turned into bed scenes. Zhang Cheng pulled out his hand and a vicious tiger pounced on the food and pushed Jesse on the sofa in front of Jesse.

By then Jesse shouted: "Hey, isn't she your tutor?"

Zhang Cheng pulled down Jenny's hot pants: "That's right, is there anything wrong with tutors teaching some physiological hygiene?"
Chapter completed!