In a flash, when it was time for Zhang Hao to leave, he packed his luggage in advance, and he didn't inform anyone, just said goodbye to Ms. Vivian when he left.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Hao went to Los Angeles, and when he arrived in Los Angeles, it was noon, and his flight was tomorrow, so there was still a day to spare. Zhang Hao stayed in the hotel where he often stayed in Los Angeles before, and washed up after arriving at the place, and then there was nothing to do, Zhang Hao didn't want to stay in the hotel stupidly, so he simply went out for a walk.

The sun is very bright in Los Angeles, the weather is very good, Zhang Hao wandered around the hotel casually, and unconsciously came to a place, when he accidentally saw the mark on a building not far ahead, Zhang Hao suddenly remembered the invitation he received a few days ago.

After reading the invitation, Zhang Hao casually put it aside, and when he left, he couldn't remember whether he put it in his luggage or left it in his previous apartment. But it doesn't matter, Zhang Hao's memory is good, the building in front of him is the address in the invitation, he can be sure of this.

After hesitating, Zhang Hao walked towards the building not far away, anyway, he has nothing to do now, since he has arrived here, it is better to go over and take a look, and ask who sent him the invitation.

Unlike New York, although Los Angeles is also a famous city in the United States, there are not many skyscrapers in Los Angeles, just like the building that Zhang Hao is in now, the height is only less than 20 floors, in New York, where there are many skyscrapers, such a building is inconspicuous, but it can be regarded as a high-rise building in Los Angeles.

Stepping into the building, the interior decoration of the building is very modern and commercial, and the layout of this building is a little different from ordinary buildings, whether it is structure, shape or materials are very stylish.

"Sir, is there anything you can help with?" Zhang Hao stood in the lobby of the building, his eyes looking towards the floor nameplate on the side, and at the same time searching for the specific information on the invitation card in his memory.

At this time, a Westerner woman in her thirties walked over to Zhang Hao, smiling, and asked Zhang Hao in a formulaic tone.

Zhang Hao is visiting today because he is temporary, so he dresses very casually, plus the weather in California is like spring all year round, Zhang Hao doesn't look like a business person, wearing a T-shirt, jeans on the bottom, sneakers on his feet, plus an ordinary jacket, and a shoulder bag, and Zhang Hao's young face and sunny image are no different from an ordinary college student.

"Hello ma'am, I'm looking for Mr. Tom, Mr. Tom on the eleventh floor." Zhang Hao turned around when he heard the sound and said to the woman, while reaching out and pointing towards the nameplate.

"Yes sir, please come with me." The woman said to Zhang Hao with a professional smile, and at the same time walked towards the front desk of the building with Zhang Hao.

Inside the building, in addition to a front desk and a few young girls at the front desk, there are two building security guards, one security guard is sitting not far from the front desk, and the other is standing a little inside the entrance of the building, the security guards are equipped with guns, when Zhang Hao came in, the two security guards habitually glanced at Zhang Hao, perhaps because of his young Chinese face, coupled with his dress, the security guard looked at Zhang Hao and then shifted his gaze to other places.

At the front desk, the woman asked Zhang Hao if he had an appointment with Mr. Tom, and Zhang Hao told the woman that Mr. Tom had invited him and reported his Chinese name.

The woman asked Zhang Hao to wait, picked up the phone and dialed a number, and soon the phone was connected, the woman explained a few words to the phone, and reported Zhang Hao's name, and after a while, the woman hung up the phone, and the smile on her face became much more sincere.

Helped Zhang Hao register, the woman took Zhang Hao to the side of the elevator, and when the elevator came, the woman also helped press the floor where Zhang Hao was going, and told Zhang Hao to go right after getting out of the elevator.

Zhang Hao nodded to the woman and thanked her, then entered the elevator, and the elevator slowly closed the door, carrying Zhang Hao upward.

More than a minute, when the elevator opened again, Zhang Hao came to the eleventh floor of the building, Zhang Hao stepped out of the elevator, just turned around, and saw a Chinese woman in her thirties welcoming Zhang Hao.

"Hello, is this Mr. Zhang Hao?" The Chinese woman did not ask in English, but in Chinese, but her Chinese had some accents that sounded slightly different from Mandarin in China.

Zhang Hao is not surprised by this, because Chinese speakers in the United States come from all over the world, some from Xiangjiang, the Taiwan Strait or Southeast Asia, or Chinese Americans whose ancestors are in the United States, and they speak with similar accents, so they can usually tell whether the other party is from the mainland or from other places.

"Hello, I'm Zhang Hao, may I ask who you are ......?" Zhang Hao nodded and asked at the same time.

"I'm Mr. Anna's assistant, welcome to Mr. Zhang." Anna stretched out her hand and shook hands with Zhang Hao, and then said, "I'm very sorry Mr. Zhang, Mr. is answering an important phone call, so let me pick you up, please come with me to ......." ”

Then, Anna led Zhang Hao inside, and after passing through a hallway, it was a very large office space, but it was a little different from ordinary office space, the layout here did not look like a company, but gave people a clubhouse pattern.

Of course, the so-called clubhouse is not the kind of nightclub or anything, the layout of the clubhouse here is similar to salons and reception places, the overall decoration is not luxurious, but the layout is very comfortable, plus the greenery that can be seen everywhere inside, and the appearance of sunlight pouring in through the large glass windows, making people feel relaxed at home.

All the way in, Zhang Hao didn't see many people, most of the places were quiet, only a few two or three people sat in a corner and chatted softly. Although it is not clear from a distance, Zhang Hao recognized those people as Asians at a glance, but whether they are Chinese or other Asian countries, Zhang Hao is not very clear.

Soon, Anna took Zhang Hao to a room, which was not too big or small, about thirty square meters. The room is very elegantly furnished, I don't see any office furniture, only fabric sofas and some decorations or something, which is somewhat similar to the reception room at home.

"Mr. Zhang, please wait here for a while, by the way, what do you want to drink? We have a variety of teas on our side, or if you want to drink coffee, it's no problem, our coffee is also good. ”

"Give me a cup of black tea, I'm sorry." Zhang Hao's habit of drinking tea is similar to that of Song Yuanchao, he doesn't drink much green tea, most of the drinks are black tea or Pu'er on weekdays, and coffee is often drunk in the United States, but compared to drinking coffee, Zhang Hao usually drinks tea when he has the conditions.

"Okay, you'll be a minute." Anna smiled and nodded, stepped on high heels and left, and a young woman walked in with tea a moment later, she didn't say anything, just put the tea set in her hand on the coffee table in front of Zhang Hao, and then made tea for Zhang Hao, and then made a gesture of inviting and withdrew.

Holding the tea in front of him, Zhang Hao smelled a refreshing tea fragrance before he drank it, and then looked carefully at the tea soup, the tea soup was amber, translucent and red, which was clearly the top black tea.

After tasting it, Zhang Hao nodded slightly, he judged correctly, this is indeed the top black tea, it is not uncommon to drink tea in the United States, because there are many foreigners who drink tea, but it is not easy to drink such a level of black tea in the United States, after all, foreigners usually drink bagged tea when drinking black tea, like this kind of tea includes the method of making tea just now and the tea set, Zhang Hao in the United States has not seen it in other places except for Chinatown.

For a while, Zhang Hao was very curious about this place, thinking that everything he had seen since he came in was beyond his imagination, and whether it was Anna or the few people he saw when he came over before, plus the woman who made him tea just now, these are all Asian, and they may even be Chinese.

Just as Zhang Hao was wondering in his heart, thinking about who Mr. Tom would be who invited him here, and what his intention was, there was a sound of footsteps in his ears.

Looking up, I looked towards the door, which was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged Asian man walked in.

This man is of average height, well-dressed, and his temples are a little gray, but his figure is maintained very well, and he looks like the kind that he exercises regularly.

"Hello Mr. Zhang, I'm very glad you are capable, I'm Tom, I'm really sluggish, I just answered an important phone call, I was supposed to go down to pick you up." The middle-aged man speaks fluent Chinese, and his Chinese has no accent, and it sounds very standard in Mandarin.

"It's okay Mr. Tom." Zhang Hao stood up and shook Tom's hand, while looking at the other party, in fact, when he saw Tom for the first time just now, Zhang Hao was sure that he had never seen this person before, let alone knew him.

"You are welcome to our association, please take a seat." Tom smiled and shook hands with Zhang Hao and greeted.

"Association?" Zhang Hao was stunned, isn't this a company but an association?

"Yes!" Seeing Zhang Hao's puzzled face, Tom said with a smile: "I know you have a lot of questions in your heart now, it's okay, since you're here, let's have a good chat, and I'll explain to you why I invited you here." ”

Sitting down, Tom took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Hao, and then introduced himself: "Mr. Zhang, last time I visited you, you happened to be absent, and I didn't have much time to stay that day, so I only left an invitation, I am very happy that you can come today, I will introduce myself first, my name is Tom, of course this is my English name, my Chinese name is Dongfang Ze, you can also call me Dongfang." ”

"I am a second-generation immigrant of Chinese descent, my father immigrated to the United States after World War II, and now he is a legal partner in a small law firm in Los Angeles, and I am also a director of the Los Angeles chapter of our Committee of 100."

"The 100-person meeting?" Zhang Hao was stunned, he was a little familiar with this association, as if he had heard of it, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"The Committee of 100 is a non-political group of Chinese Americans in the United States, and it is also a legally registered association, founded in 1990, the Committee of 100 was initiated by the famous architect Mr. I.M. Pei, and the famous musician Mr. Yo-Yo Ma, etc., and is headquartered in New York, and our Los Angeles chapter is the largest chapter outside the New York headquarters." Dongfang Ze replied with a smile, Zhang Hao heard him say this, and his mind reacted instantly, and finally remembered where he had heard of this meeting of hundreds.