Jimmy Lin was at the gate, looking anxiously around, raising his hand from time to time to look at the time, looking a little anxious and nervous, he didn't know if Tang Ji and the two would be able to arrive on time.

At this time, a blue Osiris drove into the parking lot.

"What a good car. Jimmy Lin was a little moved.

In the city of Los Santos, vehicle theft and robbery are actually very common, maybe someone around you is a hidden car thief, walking on the road can see someone directly snatching a car waiting for the traffic light.

So when Jimmy Lin saw this rare Osiris, he couldn't help but be moved. It's just that he still decided to take another look, after all, people who can afford to drive this car may have backers behind them that they can't afford to provoke. It was only the next scene that stunned him.

He saw Tang Ji and Feng Qingxuan get out of the car. What is the situation, to be able to afford to drive Osiris, but to be stumped by the admission of Los Santos University?

Stunned for a moment, Jimmy Lin hurriedly greeted him, no matter what, he had already taken five thousand dollars from others, so he had to do it hard.

"Welcome, welcome, the two of you are really punctual!" Jimmy Lin gave Tang Ji a warm hug, and looked at Feng Qingxuan's expression of rejection, and he stopped with a sense of humor.

"Jimmy, hello!" Feng Qingxuan nodded politely to Jimmy Lin, it was a greeting, she was not used to being like people here, she had to hug and hug when they met.

"Hello, Miss Wind. Jimmy Lin nodded, "Please come with me, Ms. Jones has arrived." ”

On the way into the bar, Jimmy Lin briefly talked about the origin of Ms. Jones: Angie Jones, an honorary president of the Ivy League League. With such an identity, to operate such a thing, of course, it is easy to catch.

For the Ivy League League, Tang Ji still knows. If this Ms. Jones is really one of the honorary principals, the matter is basically a certainty. I just don't know how much it will cost!

Walking into the famous Perrault Beach Bar in Los Santos, Tang Ji found that it was not what he imagined, there was no deafening crazy music, and there was no body writhing on the dance floor filled with alcohol.

It can even be said to be very quiet, soothing music, divided into small spaces, where many men and women sit around, talk to each other, occasionally pick up the wine glasses in front of them, toast each other, and then both leave.

It's more like a bar, but it's like a drinking party. Everyone is here talking about things, coming to some kind of agreement, and leaving.

Following Jimmy Lin, the three of them came to a corner seat, where a blonde, bespectacled lady was already seated. Dressed in a light gray professional suit, light light makeup, and a delicate women's bag beside her, she looks very elegant.

"This is Ms. Jones. These two are Mr. Tang and Miss Feng. ”

After introducing both parties, Jimmy Lin leaves, not knowing whether to have fun or if he has completed his mission and left the bar.

"Let's be more direct. After Tang Ji and the two sat down, Angie Jones looked at the two of them scrutinically for a while and said, "Are both of them going to enroll?"

"Yes, preferably. Tang Ji nodded lightly and asked the bartender who came over to serve him two glasses of red wine.

"Wow, we're not advocating excessive drinking among college students. Angie Jones lifted her blond hair and said to the waiter.

"Okay, let's move on to the admissions. Tang Ji waved his hand, and the waiter left expressionlessly, and after a while, two glasses of red wine were delivered.

Angie Jones didn't dwell on the matter of red wine, she opened the folder on the table in front of her and handed it to Tang Ji.

"The service I provide is called Donation Enrollment. The first is to donate 10 million US dollars with a 100% success rate, the second is to donate 5 million US dollars with a 80% success rate, and the third is to donate 10 million US dollars with a 70% success rate. ”

Angie Jones said and stood up, "Each one is required, you guys look first, sorry for the mistake." ”

Tang Ji took the folder and showed it to Feng Qingxuan to watch together, and after some reading, the two thought that Feng Qingxuan's condition was suitable for the third type and had strong professionalism. All it takes is a $1 million donation from Angie Jones to the University of Los Santos.

Money is a trivial matter, after all, the cracked version of Money Unlimited is too powerful. The key now is to see if Feng Qingxuan's piano skills can be recognized by Jones. Thinking of this, Tang Ji motioned to Feng Qingxuan to first visualize a guqin in case of emergency.

Angie Jones was back soon. She saw Feng Qingxuan's guqin in front of her, made of a material she had never seen before, and she didn't think much about it, but she was a little curious about where Feng Qingxuan put the piano just now.

"Very well, it looks like you've made your choice. Angie Jones said as he sat down, and when he was completely seated, he made a gesture of invitation to Feng Qingxuan, "Now let's enjoy your piano skills." ”

Feng Qingxuan has been practicing piano skills with Feng Yueming for more than ten years, and has long been familiar with all kinds of tunes, but today's occasion is a bit special, and it is not suitable for performing the eight heavenly sounds.

After a little heaning, Feng Qingxuan's hands were lightly raised, slowly crossing the strings, and plucking them one by one, the soothing and melodious sound of the piano disturbed the original music of the bar. Many people who were originally talking about things were suddenly interrupted by such a discordant music, and most of them frowned.

Tang Ji threw two 100-yuan knives to the waiter who came over and told her to turn off the music at the bar. Soon all that remained in the bar was the sound of Feng Qingxuan's piano.

Watching Feng Qingxuan's fingertips slide on the strings like clouds, listening to the unique rhythm of the oriental guqin, Angie Jones nodded while admiring. In fact, she didn't know that Feng Qingxuan was playing "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night", but this did not prevent her from understanding the artistic conception.

Gradually, the people in the bar stopped talking and quietly listened to this song from the mysterious East. Soon, the song ended, and a thunderous applause erupted in the bar hall, greeting Feng Qingxuan.

Feng Qingxuan stood up slightly restrained, bowed slightly to the square, and sat back in his seat.

"Excellent!" said Angie Jones, clapping, "I'm sure I've never heard such a beautiful performance." It's amazing!"

"It's just that I'm a little curious, she can teach at Los Santos University at her level, why do she want to enroll in the university? I can recommend her to be a visiting professor, what do you think?"

Visiting Professor: Tang Ji and Feng Qingxuan looked at each other. What Tang Ji didn't expect was that Jones admired Feng Qingxuan so much, but Feng Qingxuan didn't know what the visiting professor did.

"Oh, that's right. My friend is proficient in oriental instruments, but not very well in modern music, and wants to study it in depth to confirm each other. Tang Ji thought of an excuse, in fact, it is also the truth, Feng Qingxuan's study of modern music itself is to confirm those musical symbols in the sea of knowledge.

Angie Jones nodded in understanding.

"OK, there's absolutely no problem with the wind's expertise. So, Don, can you show off your expertise?" asked Angie Jones, turning to Tang Ji.

"Hah, my professional skills ......" Tang Ji was in trouble all of a sudden, and said in his heart that the level of my half-baked musical instrument is still not conspicuous, so he quickly changed the topic and said, "Let's arrange her enrollment first." ”

Angie Jones didn't care either, and continued: "I'll write the letter of recommendation, and I can prepare other things, and now there is only one question left, the money, when will it arrive?"

"Anytime, you give me the account. Tang Ji replied indifferently, for this kind of money that does not require energy to earn, Tang Ji has never thought that he has any reason to save.

Seeing that Tang Ji was also a cool person, Angie Jones took out a blank piece of paper from the folder and wrote down her bank account number and the amount she needed, which naturally included the benefit fee for herself and Jimmy Lin.

Tang Ji took it, and without looking closely, he transferred 1.1 million US dollars to Jones from his payment system.

"This lady, Mr. Phillips would like to invite you upstairs to play a piece for him. A man in a suit and leather shoes walked to the table of the three, bowed very gentlemanly, and said to Feng Qingxuan.

Feng Qingxuan didn't know how to reply, and looked at Tang Ji with a pair of beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Phillips?" Tang Ji thought to himself, who was this?

"Yes, Mr. Phillips, Trevor Phillips. The man looked at Feng Qingxuan with a smile, and didn't care about Tang Ji at all.

"Oh, he!" Tang Ji suddenly realized, Trevor Phillips, the number one person in the entire Los Santos, the owner of the Perrault Beach Bar, one of the three giants of the underworld, completely monopolized the underground white face trade in Los Santos.

It's just that in the game, everyone only remembers T, or Lao Cui, and doesn't even remember his full name. Tang Ji didn't have a good impression of this ruthless, even perverted NPC.

"You go back and tell Lao Cui that there is no way to do this!" Tang Ji said categorically.

Only then did the man turn his face to Tang Ji, but there was no smile on his face, only coldness.

"Do you know who you're rejecting?" the man's voice was dark, sounding uncomfortable.

"I said, this matter is not negotiable!" Tang Ji did not show weakness.

Visitors from the source network world have a natural advantage for a game world like Los Santos. If Tang Ji didn't have such a strong personality before, it seems that his personality will change with his strength now.

"Looks like someone is trying to suffer a little!" the man said, unbuttoning his suit and reaching out to grab Tang Ji's neck.

In terms of size, he is a head taller than Tang Ji and is more muscular. In the eyes of others, Tang Ji was not his enemy at all.

"Hmph!" The man moved quickly, but in the eyes of Tang Ji now, it was still very slow.

Tang Ji snorted coldly, reached out like lightning, grabbed the man's middle finger first, and pulled it upward, only to hear a click, and the man squatted down and covered his fingers and howled!