"If you really want to be detrimental to Mr. President, do you still need to carry weapons?" Mike Will asked with a wry smile after hearing this.
Zhuo Yifan was stunned when he heard this, and then burst out laughing. These Americans are really open-minded.
Soon, Zhuo Yifan followed Mike Will and Richard to the lawn behind the White House. Not far away, several black men in suits were guarding the surroundings with several police dogs. On the central lawn, a
The middle-aged black man is sitting on a wooden white recliner and reading the newspaper in his hand comfortably.
Seeing the three of them arriving, one of the guards quickly came to the middle-aged black man and whispered a reminder. The content was nothing more than that the people had arrived. This could not be hidden from Zhuo Yifan's ears. I believe the other party was also very careful.
Understand that during the time when you appeared in the White House, all the words that you should not hear will probably not be spread to the entire White House and the people nearby.
"Look, my distinguished guest has arrived. Mike Will, Richard, you have done a good job, but you can leave now. I will come back to you if necessary!" The middle-aged black man said at this time
He stood up from the recliner, looked at Zhuo Yifan up and down, and then gave gentle instructions to Mike Weir and Richard beside him.
"Okay, Mr. President, let's go aside and wait first." Mike Will quickly agreed, and left directly with Richard.
"Come on, my friend, please sit down!" The middle-aged black man pointed to a chair on the other side of the lounge chair and made an invitation gesture to Zhuo Yifan.
"Mr. President, you're welcome. I'm a little flattered!" Zhuo Yifan nodded with a smile, and then sat down on the chair.
This middle-aged black man is none other than President Orans of the United States. It is said that he is also the first black president of the United States, creating a historical precedent.
"Your name is Zhuo Yifan, the chairman of Tianyao Group. You are also a senior official of the Chinese military, with the rank of general. I think I am right, right?" Orans once again looked Zhuo up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.
Yifan asked in a calm tone.
"Yes, you are absolutely right." Zhuo Yifan nodded very calmly and admitted.
"If I remember correctly, you are the first Chinese general to be able to sit here and talk to me. Even the first in American history. You are honored!" Orans reminded with a smile.
"Yes, I feel very honored to be received by Mr. President this time. But I am not doing it for the sake of the reputation of being the first Chinese military officer to meet the President of the United States on the White House lawn." Zhuo Yifan nodded solemnly.
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"Oh? You are really an interesting young man. I know that you came to the United States this time not only for the transaction between Tianyao Group and Martin Company, but also to return the chip to us. Am I right?"
Lance asked with a change of subject.
"You are mostly right. There are other things you haven't said yet." Zhuo Yifan reminded him with a smile and nod.
"Oh? Then at least I was right about half of it. Where is the chip now?" Orans was stunned when he heard this, and then asked with a suspicious look on his face.
"It seems that Mr. President really attaches great importance to this chip. Is this why you are willing to meet me today?" Zhuo Yifan asked with raised eyebrows.