An Armani worth tens of thousands of dollars, a Rolex worth at least four hundred thousand dollars, a private jet, and a beautiful stewardess.
These were just circumstantial evidence. Fang Zhe had only seen his face on TV, so he recognized this rich man, Larry Ellison.
"Okay, I heard that a Chinese rich man is going to New York, and I wanted to meet him, so I agreed to Citi's request." Larry Ellison looked very casual, raising his finger and pointing to the wine bottle in front of him: "
Want a drink?"
Fang Zhe shook his head: "I just came out of the reception. I'm in a hurry to go to New York. Citigroup will pay for the air ticket on my behalf."
"Of course, you have to give me the money. How about my plane? Have you considered buying one?" Ellison didn't mean to show off. A rich man worthy of a call from Citigroup to ask him to take him for a ride will definitely be able to afford it.
private plane.
"Ignore this issue for the time being. My main business is in China, and private jets have no use."
"Aha, that's such a pity." Ellison expressed his understanding. The flight attendant came over and said it was about to take off, and helped him fasten his seat belt. In the process, in front of Fang Zhe, Ellison's hand
Constantly moving.
The stewardess just smiled without any resistance at all. Fang Zhe fastened his seat belt silently, not bothering the stewardess.
The plane taxied, took off, and climbed. Ellison was very quiet during this process, and Fang Zhe also closed his eyes and leaned against it.
The flight became stable. After Ellison unbuckled his seat belt, his expression became very exciting again. He glanced at Bova in the corner: "Secretary?" Fang Zhe shook his head: "Bodyguard."
Ellison lowered his voice: "The Swallow of the Red Empire?"
Fang Zhe did not tell the truth, but used a common saying: "I don't know the details. I paid for it. I feel insecure in the United States. When I was in China, I often went out for supper alone in the middle of the night. In the United States,
This is something I can’t even think about.”
Ellison was also an advocate of the theory that China was a threat. Fang Zhe felt that his kindness to her was purely for the sake of being a fellow capitalist and that we were all on the same page.
"Okay, I have to admit that the security situation in some parts of the United States is indeed very bad. When I was young, I would not dare to go out alone at night. I can tell that your bodyguard is the kind of person I said. You are lucky
It's great, the training they have received can make you forget that you are in the world."
Fang Zhe was stunned for a moment. When he realized what Ellison meant, he couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "I think differently from you. I won't have any thoughts about her because it involves my life safety."
The two of them chatted pretty well, but what did this person say? After getting in touch with Fang Zhe, I discovered that he was very subjective.
When the plane landed, Fang Zhe expressed his thanks again. The two chatted a lot along the way. After learning that a company under Fang Zhe's name was listed, Ellison was extremely envious: "I have long wanted to enter Hollywood, but unfortunately I have never been able to.
Opportunity. Next time you have a chance, give me a role." Fang Zhe gave him Marilyn's contact information.
"The company produces some low-cost movies. You can try them. I believe that the American people are also willing to see the performance of a rich man like you on the screen." After shaking hands and saying goodbye, Ellison smiled happily.
When Fang Zhe got on the bus, she found that Bawa did not follow her. After waiting for a while, she seemed to take something from the flight attendant's hand. When she came over, she asked: "What did you get from the flight attendant?"
Bova patted her waist: "I gave the pistol to her for safekeeping when we got on the plane."
The car went straight to the hospital. It was already late at night when we arrived. Bova woke up the nurse on duty and the ward. Wu Mingzhu really would not treat herself badly. Even though it was not a serious illness, if you were rich, you would of course have the best accommodation in the hospital.
Fang Zhe had a premonition that something was going to happen, but he didn't know the specific reason. Wu Mingzhu looked very depressed on the phone.
Wu Mingzhu slept soundly, and Fang Zhe did not disturb her. He grabbed the armchair of the accompanying secretary and sat on the side looking at Wu Mingzhu who was sleeping soundly.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when Fang Zhe felt a little sleepy, Wu Mingzhu started doing it with her eyes closed on the bed, saying: "Nina, I need to go to the bathroom, help me."
Nina? Oh, that secretary. She quickly stretched out her hand to support her. Wu Mingzhu sniffed and it seemed that the smell was not right. When she opened her eyes and saw that the person supporting her was Fang Zhe, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears came down.
Before Fang Zhe could react, the woman started crying while hugging him. Fang Zhe coaxed her for a while before she felt at ease. After entering the bathroom, Fang Zhe was waiting at the door. When she was done, she went in and helped him out. She lay on the bed.
Finally, Wu Mingzhu seemed to be no longer sleepy, took Fang Zhe's hand and said, "I'm sorry!"
"Why do you say that?" Fang Zhe asked strangely. Wu Mingzhu lowered his head and hesitated before telling the truth: "I had a miscarriage. I didn't expect it at all before. I have been too busy recently and drank a lot. I really didn't mean it."
Fang Zhe was a little dumbfounded. It turned out to be such a thing. He could understand Wu Mingzhu's mood, so he held her hand and comforted her softly: "Okay, this is not your fault, you are inexperienced. Okay.
Take good care of your health, hire more assistants in the future, and do everything else yourself. If you want to have children, we will work hard when your health is better."
Fang Zhe really didn't think she had done anything wrong, but Chinese women in this era often made similar judgments on this issue. After some comfort, Wu Mingzhu felt sleepy again, and Fang Zhe coaxed her to fall asleep.
I also fell asleep in the armchair.
At dawn, Fang Zhe was woken up by his secretary, and Wu Mingzhu also woke up. She had a good rest and said to Fang Zhe, "Thank you for your hard work. The bed is very big. In fact, you can come up and sleep together."
"I suggest you adjust your judgment on your own charm." Fang Zhe seized the opportunity to take a photo.
Wu Mingzhu covered her mouth and smiled happily. What should I say? When the two of them slept together, as long as she fell asleep first, it would be inconvenient. She would definitely be woken up by Fang Zhe's activities.
While Wu Mingzhu was dressing up, Fang Zhe went to the nurse to find out about the situation. He stuffed a hundred-yuan bill first and then asked. The answer he got was that everything was fine. It was just that he had been working too hard recently and didn't notice the physical problems, which led to the problem.
Miscarriage. I told Fang Zhe that Wu Mingzhu must pay attention to maintenance in the future, so as not to cause trouble as a habit.
Fang Zhe said goodbye and went back, and the nurse sent him to the door with a smile.
When I returned to the ward and saw Wu Mingzhu, she could already sit down and drink chicken soup normally.
Fang Zhe was not in a hurry to eat, and sat beside him. When talking about last night's flight, he also told some anecdotes about Ellison.
For example, Ellison likes airplanes and acting.
At this time, the phone rang. She handed it to Wu Mingzhu to look at the number. Wu Mingzhu whispered: "Don't tell her the truth."