Looking at the car that suddenly stopped at the intersection, Meng Nan and others frowned slightly.
Then, the vehicle opened and a white man got out of the vehicle.
He is a full 1.8 meters tall, wearing a crisp suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face.
The white man's eyes quickly swept across everyone's bodies, and finally landed on the little black boy who was tightly wrapped in Meng Nan's arms.
"I am Mr. Andrew's butler. Mr. asked me to invite you over." The white man said calmly.
"Andrew?" After hearing the white butler's words, everyone was slightly stunned.
They had heard of this name before, or there were posters of this person posted everywhere in the city.
He is on the cover of Time Magazine, he is on the cover of "Man of the Year", he is still on the cover of "Capital and Economics"...
Because of this, everyone has already known about this person.
Saint, sage, great philanthropist... almost every title pushed him to the moral high ground.
It can be said that this is a person who can influence the entire United States with one word and one action.
Even in the past assumptions of Meng Nan and others, such a person is likely to become their ultimate enemy. After all, almost none of the great philanthropists and benevolent people in TV dramas are good people.
However, why would such people send people to look for them? The festival is approaching, and come to look for them to celebrate the festival?
Definitely not!
Meng Nan carefully observed his surroundings. There was no trace of the sniper, and he couldn't help but look at Guo Qinghai.
"I feel relieved." Guo Qinghai saw Meng Nan's eyes and nodded.
Meng Nan thought for a moment. If he didn't find a place to place the little black boy in his arms as soon as possible, he might not be able to bear it anymore.
And in hell, avoiding can't solve any problems. Since you don't know the reason, you might as well go and take a look.
So Meng Nan nodded slightly, with a smile on his face: "Since Mr. Andrew invited me, it's better to be respectful than to obey!"
As he spoke, Meng Nan hugged the little boy and got into the car first, with the others following closely behind him.
The white butler closed the car door for everyone, walked to the driver's seat and drove away without saying anything.
Soon, the black van drove into a house full of towering trees and stopped at the door of a luxurious building.
The white butler got out of the car expressionlessly, opened the door, and said softly: "Please, Mr. Andrew has been waiting for a long time."
"Thank you." Meng Nan said and led everyone in.
When you walk into the door, the first thing you see is a hall, which is magnificent and magnificent. Servants are constantly coming in and out, making it extremely busy.
"Welcome everyone." At this moment, a voice came from the second floor. Everyone looked up and saw an old man with white hair standing by the stairs on the second floor. He had a kind smile on his face: "The dinner is about to begin.
You're ready, take a rest.
"Why?" Meng Nan did not move, but looked up at the old man upstairs, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Why did you come to invite us?"
"Because I like it." Andrew smiled, his eyes swept over Meng Nan and others, and then fell on the little black boy in Meng Nan's arms: "The one wrapped here should be the little black boy, please let go
Come out and don't let other people's children get upset."
"Sure enough!" Meng Nan's heart moved. Sure enough, it was related to this little black boy.
Does this little black boy have some special identity?
Then Meng Nan shook his head: "No, he was seriously injured. If he puts it down now, he might die."
"What!" Andrew's expression changed and he looked at the white butler: "Hurry up and get Dr. Hoss."
"No need." At this moment, Chen Ruier suddenly said: "Do you have a place for surgery here? As long as the tools are complete, I can do it myself."
"You? Okay." Andrew nodded: "Take this lady and the child to the infirmary, and send a few others to help."
"Okay, sir." The white butler nodded and waved gently to Chen Ruier: "Miss, please."
"Okay." Chen Ruier nodded and followed the white housekeeper over.
At the same time, a white attendant came over, carefully took the little black boy from Meng Nan's arms, and followed behind.
Seeing this scene, Meng Nan's suspicions were shaken again.
If this little boy's status is really extraordinary, then why did Andrew decide so easily not to find the so-called "Dr. House" when he said "he is about to die"?
Why did you believe Chen Ruier so easily? This is too unreasonable.
But now was not the time to ask this question. Soon Meng Nan and others were led by another housekeeper to their respective residences.
Soon, Andrew sent someone to invite everyone to have dinner, and soon everyone arrived in a huge dining room.
At this moment, Chen Ruier was already in the dining room.
Meng Nan glanced at Chen Ruier, who nodded, indicating that the black boy was fine.
After everyone sat down, Andrew also came.
The banquet began soon, and dishes of delicious food were placed on the table, exuding an alluring aroma.
"Haha, I don't know what taste you like, but since most of you are oriental, I think oriental dishes should be more in line with your taste. Come on, try it. This is the oriental chef I specially invited. The taste is
It should be authentic!" Andrew laughed.
"Thank you." Meng Nan and others nodded and briefly tasted it. Although it was far from the dishes in hell, it was quite good.
"Mr. Andrew, why did you invite us?" Chen Song took a sip of wine and asked.
"Why? Because you are worthy of respect and my invitation." Andrew replied with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Chen Song asked confused.
"You must have guessed that the little black boy has a noble status." Andrew took a sip of red wine and shook his head: "Actually, he is really an ordinary child."
"In that case..." Chen Ruier was also confused.
"Although he is just an ordinary child, he is also a human life! If you can save him regardless of danger, you deserve my respect." Andrew continued.
"Aren't you also white?" Miao Ruoshi said doubtfully: "Aren't you afraid of the Candy Man?"
"Haha, Candyman? The devil king in hell? The spiritual leader of black people? It's simply a joke!" Andrew shook his head: "And the white people, black people, and even you yellow people you mentioned are not the same.
Are they human beings? We are all born and raised by our parents, and there are so many people with emotions, angers, sorrows and joys, how can there be so many high and low!"
"Is it that the so-called white people have an extra arm, or the so-called black people have one less leg?" Andrew took another sip of red wine: "I don't know how much you know about me. To be honest, I have been working hard to promote it in the past.
Eliminate racial discrimination. But the damn Candy Man, he made all my efforts go to waste!"
