For the first time in her twenties, Michelle's heartbeat was pounding and her mind was confused. The secret agent training she had received had no effect at all, and her mind could not calm down.
Ordinary agents would not come directly to their own homes when encountering the enemy's big boss!
From a professional point of view, the little foreign girl knows how to deal with the current situation. For example, she can be coy and submissive, work hard to please, secretly warn the family servants and even her mother to immediately ask the special police to rescue her.
But from a physiological point of view, the little foreign girl was in a state of confusion when she saw Zhou Qingfeng. Faced with the natural attraction of a twenty-level tyrant, it would be considered a strong will if she didn't surrender to him on the spot.
Michelle's residential apartment is a duplex. She glared at the uninvited guest who broke into the house and pointed to the spiral staircase in the corner of the living room, "Okay, you can stay, but you must listen to me."
The second floor of the duplex is Michelle's absolutely private territory. Even her parents are not allowed to set foot there without permission. The upstairs only has her bedroom, study room, large bathroom, semi-transparent balcony and small garden.
Standing among the green plants in the garden, you can overlook the entire Central Park through the fully transparent floor-to-ceiling windows. At night, the lights of Manhattan are as bright as a galaxy.
This is the financial center of the US empire. Huge amounts of money are flowing again, and the lifeblood of many countries and consortiums is controlled here. It would be great to drop a few nuclear bombs.
"It's great to be rich." Zhou Qingfeng really couldn't find such a prosperous scene in the imperial capital. He stood in an apartment on dozens of floors and looked at it for a long time.
Michelle tidied up the study a little and prepared for Zhou Qingfeng to stay. She had just brought two sets of pajamas from downstairs. When she heard these words, she couldn't help but mocked: "Mr. Qianyi, you are already the most powerful person in the world."
There are very few people who are rich."
There are countless rich people in the world, including some with hundreds of billions of dollars in wealth. But most of the other billionaires are old guys in their 70s and 80s, and there are many obstacles around them.
There is only one person who is still unscrupulous in his twenties.
But Zhou Qingfeng was not pursuing simple money. He was still looking out the window and said quietly in Chinese: "Thousands of fertile fields can only afford three meals a day, and thousands of mansions can only sleep on three feet of couches. What I ask for is not for myself."
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Michelle's Chinese proficiency is not yet to the point where she can understand ancient poems fluently, and she can only roughly understand the literal meaning.
For a country founded by slave owners, and a society that emphasizes individual rights and the interests of small groups, the idea of "university under heaven" is beyond the scope of the little foreign girl's understanding.
Turning around, Zhou Qingfeng dropped the subject, "Michelle, I need your help."
The once life-or-death enemies now have to work closely together.
The little foreign girl had to sigh with emotion at such a miraculous turn of fate, but at the same time she also understood that this was an inevitable price - as old George, earning tens of millions of dollars a month was an irresistible temptation.
You must know that ten years later, the Zippergate president gave a speech after leaving office and earned more than US$7 million a year. The media marveled that his income was astonishingly high.
Now Zhou Qingfeng's benefits amount to tens of millions of dollars a month.
"I'm listening." For the sake of money, Michelle had to take it seriously. She went to the bar in the living room to get a drink and asked: "What do you want to drink? Whiskey or brandy?"
"I don't drink." Zhou Qingfeng pulled up a rocking chair in the small sky garden and lay down slowly, "Water will be fine."
The little foreign girl brought a bottle of mineral water and said, "Asshole, you are very self-disciplined."
"Let's get down to business." Zhou Qingfeng took the bottled water, unscrewed it and took a sip, "I hope to use your father's channels to lift the US sanctions against the Holy Light."
This sanction is too annoying, and it has increased the cost of foreign trade of the Holy Light. For example, the current sales of VCDs to Europe, the United States, and Japan rely entirely on the strange maid to carry the alchemy workshop back and forth.
It is difficult for the enemy to investigate, but the main job of the alchemy workshop is actually to refine magic potions. Zhou Qingfeng said he didn't care, but in his heart he still hoped to get rid of it.
Regarding this request, Michelle shook her head directly, "It's impossible. Your group is too popular, and Washington also wants to lose face.
Even if the sanctions are ineffective, we must continue to be stuck. Otherwise, with your connections in the Middle East, what will you do if you help Iran transport oil? Congress will definitely require an investigation."
Zhou Qingfeng laughed at this. He had wanted to do the oil business for a long time, but he had never been able to do it. The shipping line was blocked by the Americans. This would be the case even if one day he could break through Myanmar and connect the oil pipeline to the Indian Ocean.
Very depressed.
"Okay, let's do the next best thing. I have an aircraft carrier at the Black Sea Shipyard in Ukraine that has completed the renewal work and is currently shipping it back to the country. But the local chickens are preparing to intercept it, and your CIA is causing trouble behind it."
Michelle had long known that the Holy Light had bought the Varyag in the Black Sea and had continued to build it in the past two years. Its power system was complete and it would definitely be brought back to China.
This request cannot be refused, or even if Michelle refuses, Zhou Qingfeng will definitely use other more explosive methods to achieve his goal. Then it will not be the income of old George's family that will be damaged.
"What will you do if I refuse to help you?" Michelle asked.
"How do you feel about dropping a nuclear bomb on Ankara?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a sneer.
The little foreign girl's eyes suddenly widened, "You...are you going to do this?"
Zhou Qingfeng sneered, "I didn't drop a nuclear bomb on Washington because Washington has nuclear counterattack means. But what does Ankara have? The protection of sixteen ancestors?"
The little foreign girl curled her lips and said, "I don't understand what you are saying. I will help you ask, but you are not allowed to take any action until there is a definite result. You must stay within my sight."
"Are you inviting me to stay at your home in disguise?" Zhou Qingfeng also asked.
The little foreign girl was stunned and immediately denied: "Asshole, can you stop making assumptions? Is it possible that you have narcissism and feel that everyone will revolve around you? No matter whether others please you or not, I will never do it."
Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and stared at Michelle for a long time. It made the little foreign girl's skin feel like ants, numb and itchy. She said angrily: "Asshole, why are you staring at me?"
"You just suddenly seemed eager to break off the relationship with me. From a behavioral point of view, it can be interpreted as pretending to cover up." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, "Perhaps you overestimated your own charm?"
"you......!"
Michelle was so angry that she couldn't understand why she always lost her cool when facing Zhou Qingfeng. She was always on guard in her heart, but she couldn't prevent it. There were loopholes everywhere. The more this happened, the more she had to
refute.
"Narcissist, you are the one who overestimates your own charm."
"Okay, don't worry. I'm really here to solve the problem of the 'Varyag'." Zhou Qingfeng stood up, grabbed the pajamas that were delivered to him, and patted the little foreign girl on the head as he passed by, "I'm not here to pursue you.
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Michelle could only go crazy about this, her mind was uncontrollably fluctuating, she clenched her fists like "incompetent rage" and glared angrily at Zhou Qingfeng's back.
Zhou Qingfeng went to the study and came out after a while and asked, "Where are the bathroom and toilet?"
Michelle was so angry that she didn't want to speak, but after a moment she shouted loudly: "Asshole, come out. That's my private bathroom. If you use it, I have to tear it down."