Tang Wen is like a low-key and beautiful courtesan in New York.

In this world, there may not be a return on what you give. This is true even in the social arena.

Countless colorful, young and beautiful women broke their heads and scrambled to squeeze into the Vanity Fair of New York's upper class. For this reason, he did not hesitate to give everything he had.

Most of their final fate is reduced to pathetic flesh and blood. After being sucked dry by this vanity fair, the bone marrow was squeezed out of the use value, and it was discarded on the side of the road like a rag.

Of course, this will never be Tang Wen's end.

As a capital tycoon, and the ridiculous title of "son-in-law" of the Koch family that is faintly circulating. On the occasions he participated, the entry threshold was still quite high.

For example, the cocktail party of several major banks in the United States, the new product launch of some top wineries, or the gathering of the charity community......

I can't get tickets for these peripheral women at this kind of party.

They can only wait outside some small wineries for their chances. Wear a rented evening dress and see if your luck is blowing today. Can it be chosen by a man who doesn't bring a female companion****** and the needs are interdependent.

Celebrities don't have female companions, but some so-called celebrities like this tone very much......

When Tang Wen participated in the new product launch of Belle Sauce Winery, he met such a peripheral girl in the New York celebrity circle.

"It should be a starlet, a third-rate, or a mixed independent film industry. ”

Jessica gently prompted in Tang Wen's ear.

In New York, mixing upperclass, memorizing more than a hundred surnames is just the basics. For example, I know that the Hilton family runs a hotel, and the surname Wal-Mart runs a supermarket......

The introducer will not explain what kind of business this person does, but will only tell you that his surname is Bush or Kennedy. Then, just wait for you to understand.

Tang Wen's memory does not need to be repeated.

But a city has a character, and Helen still matched him with a New York jack-of-all-trade-Jessica.

looked at each other's bright blue evening dresses, but with an old bracelet......

At the cocktail party, the other party obviously came to Tang Wen and didn't wait for her to come to her. Jessica had already judged where she came from.

"Hello Mr. Tang, I like your Sky wines very much. ”

"Thank you!"

Jessica reached out and shook her lightly.

After a few simple greetings, the woman vaguely pointed to a silver-haired man standing on the rooftop drinking alone.

His back was straight, and in the orange light, he felt quite extraordinary just by looking at his back.

"That's a very eye-catching. Jessica was blunt.

The peripheral girl was not embarrassed, nor did she distinguish between them, and said directly to Tang Wen: "I was just lucky to be selected by that gentleman to come and have a message to you." ”

"Please. Tang Wen turned his head sideways and bowed his head slightly.

"Is there no one to take care of the widow's son?"

In just one sentence, Tang Wen was stunned on the spot, and his heart felt as if he had been blown by a hurricane: it was empty. After a few seconds, the woman had stepped away lightly, leaving her back behind.

Tang Wen's face was strange, and Jessica stared at the man on the rooftop, trying to search for memories.

'Is there no one to take care of the widow's son?'

This phrase is well-known in the colorful social scene of New York.

It came from the Bible and is now a stepping stone to a top power.

This ubiquitous terrorist force is called the Brotherhood internally, and it is a major university in the United States. There are all sorts of fraternities, and they don't seem to have much to do with each other. Alumni are created by different alumni and belong to different schools, cities, and even states.

They may seem to be independent, but in reality, the founders may have known each other, or they may have started a fraternity to add their credentials to another fraternity......

This one, which divides its members into 34 levels, has been passed down for many years, covering all industries in the United States, especially in business, politics, and labor unions.

This unfathomable organization as an iceberg on the sea once showed its power.

So the United States is missing a very respected and loved president, and a soon-to-be president!

They were brothers, both killed by assassination.

According to some of the details that Helen said when she chatted with Tang Wen in bed.

On the day of President K's assassination death, his special guard was transferred to guard the hotel where he had left.

The accompanying army also did not follow the convoy. His guard work was taken care of by the city police who had been temporarily withdrawn......

Driven by some invisible hands, the assassination of the president that shocked the world was successfully staged that day!

Although the gunman was arrested, three days later, an unusual location shift was carried out.

He was killed under the protection of seventy police officers, a local nightclub owner to be exact......

Afterwards, the vice president issued an investigative statement, saying that the operation was the personal act of the gunman. There is no organization or behind-the-scenes operation behind the scenes......

As for the nightclub owner's 'suspected extermination' action, it was really his personal indignation!

At that time, information was not very fast. Citizens can be easily fooled, and the truth is shrouded from then on.

Until now.

A top-secret document on this matter that should have been declassified normally in accordance with laws and regulations after many years. The decryption time has also been repeatedly postponed......

"New York is huge. Jessica said helplessly, her brown eyes showing a hint of apology, as a secretary, she felt that she had not done her job well.

"No one can predict how things will turn out. New York is big, and America is even bigger. I'm happy with your work, Jesse. Tang Wen picked up a glass of white wine. Jessica smiled and walked straight to the terrace.

"I've always thought it's a sad thing for a person to have no faith. The silver-haired man's voice was hoarse and not very beautiful, for no reason, Tang Wen remembered the hissing sound he had heard of the desert pit viper before hunting.

"One man's honey, another's poison. Tang Wen quietly shook the red wine glass in his hand, and his eyes were focused on admiring the color of the wall on the wine glass.

The silver-haired man was noncommittal, smiled slightly and continued: "What is a man going to do that will make God abandon him?"

"Very formal point of view. With all due respect, are you a missionary or a priest?" Tang Wen asked casually, looking at the hard lines of his face in the moonlight.

"Both. Or so it used to be. The man turned his head, and Tang Wen saw his deep blue eyes and deep forehead lines. It could be an Englishman, he subconsciously guessed.

"And now?"

"Now, I think I've figured out the true meaning of faith. ”

"I wonder if I will have the pleasure of listening today?" Tang Wen raised his eyebrows.

"What does Mr. Tang think?" he suddenly asked.

Tang Wen didn't mind answering this question: "A kind of value identification, with a strong personal subjectivity. ”

Clever answer. The silver-haired man's eyes lit up, and he turned his head to look deeper and deeper, and said in an aria-like tone: "The world often disagrees with me, but it is good for them to admit it or not to admit it. Faith is a power!"