"Did he get to New York?"

In the study, Chen Jianqiu asked bluntly.

He removed a few books from the table and set them aside, then moved the lamp over while motioning for Hanif to sit across from him.

"When I arrived, I personally brought him over, Roswell's car, the Secret Service sign." Hanif sat down.

"Who's the driver?"

"Donnie, although this kid is stupid, he has come all the way with us after all, and he is trustworthy."

A smile hung on the corner of Chen Jianqiu's mouth:

"Don't say that people are stupid in the future, they are also the FBI's director of California Operations now."

The deputy director of the Secret Service personally sent a person from Roswell to New York, and the driver was a local official of the FBI, which is really not trivial.

"What do you think of this plan?" Chen Jianqiu crossed his fingers and placed them on the table.

"At first, I didn't think it was a good idea, after all, there are no exactly the same people in this world, and over time, they will always show their feet."

Hanif thought for a moment and replied truthfully.

"But when I saw him in person, I trusted your judgment, and after Mr. Nigo made a move, I felt that there was a greater chance that this matter would succeed."

"What did Mr. Nigo say?" Chen Jianqiu asked.

"It's the greatest artistic creation of his life." Hanif touched his beard, "Well, I don't think so. ”

"Imitation is also art." Chen Jianqiu disagreed.

"But I have doubts about how long that person will be able to hold out." Hanif voiced his doubts.

"Most of us are living under masks, very tired, but we don't come here like this." Chen Jianqiu said, "It was he who found me, not me." ”

"But Boss, I still have to warn you, I'm afraid it's not that simple, Rockefeller's old fox is very slippery."

Hanif still has doubts.

"Although they hardly see each other now, after all, they are father and son, don't you often say, 'Knowing the son is better than the father'?"

"When it's true, it's true."

A cold light flashed in Chen Jianqiu's eyes.

Hanif was silent, he understood that his boss was not a good man.

Chen Jianqiu took out a paper bag from a drawer.

He picked up the corner of the paper bag and poured out the Freemason's badge from it, along with a note.

Chen Jianqiu pushed the badge in front of Hanif.

"Give this to him and he'll know how."

Hanif turned out badges and put them in his pocket.

"Does the big one need me to find someone reliable to finish it off?" He glanced at Chen Jianqiu.

Chen Jianqiu shook his head.

"You're now the deputy head of the Secret Service, and you don't need to do this kind of dirty thing unless it's a last resort."

He walked over to Hanif and patted him on the shoulder.

Hanif stood up.

"Do you still need to see him?" He thought for a moment and asked.

"No, I told him all the time ago."

Chen Jianqiu returned to his desk, put the note in the center of the table, and at the same time took out a notebook, began to calculate something, and never looked up again.

Little Rockefeller felt like he was going crazy.

Since that night, Eva seems to be a different person, and has never talked to him again.

Letters are not returned, phone calls are not answered.

Rockefeller Jr. suddenly felt a little ashamed.

It's just a woman, how can she be so interested in how much she wants.

He tried not to think about it anymore, or to hook up with a new woman.

But whenever he returned to his residence and sat on a chair in the dining room, it seemed as if Eva could always be seen dancing on that carpet.

At night, when little Rockefeller climbed into bed and closed his eyes, Eva's smile would also come to mind.

"You must be lonely."

"Honey, everything will pass."

He will never forget the softness and warmth of a woman's chest, her tenderness and his own sobbing.

But what happened next, Rockefeller Jr. really can't remember.

But when he fell into the dream in a daze, the scene seemed to be clear again.

Beautiful, fragrant, and obsessive.

But the dreams directed and acted by Rockefeller Jr. often wake up when they are at their most exciting.

When he opened his eyes and found that there was no one beside him, but his pants were wet, he sighed, and his thoughts were even worse, and his mind was full of Eva.

Another week passed, and little Rockefeller finally couldn't help it.

He directly asked Harriman to find him and invited him to dinner, saying that he was here to talk about cooperation opportunities in the context of antitrust.

And specifically hinted that it was a banquet where female companions could be carried.

The banquet will culminate in the Waldorf Astoria Hotel's French restaurant.

When Eva appeared at the door of the restaurant with Harriman by the arm, her eyes met the little Rockefeller sitting by the window.

His eyes went from bored to sparkling in an instant.

For some reason, there was no one else in the restaurant except Rockefeller Jr.

"What's going on with this thing? Why are you so excited to see me? ”

Harriman was a little confused.

He walked over to Rockefeller Jr.'s table and looked at the three pairs of cutlery on the table, which was even more strange.

"Well, Mr. Rockefeller, where's your girlfriend?" Harriman asked.

"Oh, she has other things to do temporarily. So I had to come alone. ”

Rockefeller Jr. finally took his eyes back from Eva and said to Harriman.

"You may be seated!" He pointed to the two chairs opposite.

The two began to chat about some cooperation matters between Standard Oil and Northern Securities.

Little Rockefeller tried not to keep staring at Eva across the street, but his gaze couldn't help but linger on her.

As for what the specific business is and what kind of cooperation method, Rockefeller Jr. is not interested at all, but casually agrees to deal with it.

But when little Rockefeller looked at Eva, he found the woman staring at him coldly.

The second generation of oil rich was almost heartbroken by this look.

What kind of misunderstanding has occurred that will make things the way they are!

He was like a cat scratching in his heart, and he wanted to explain it to Eva.

So Rockefeller Jr. didn't bother to listen to Harriman.

Harriman saw that he was not interested, and secretly scolded in his heart:

You're not interested in calling me over to talk about? So what the hell are you calling me for?

But in the end, he held back, didn't show it, and began to taste the food served by the waiter.

Halfway through the meal, Eva suddenly wiped her mouth with a napkin.

The paper towel was suddenly bright red.

"Honey, I'll go to the bathroom." She said to Harriman with a pleasant face.

Harriman nodded.

Seeing Eva leaving, little Rockefeller hurriedly took a sip of the red wine in the glass, and then wiped his hands with a napkin:

"I'm going to the bathroom, too." He said.

Harriman didn't bother with him, just nodded slightly, and continued to eat the lamb chops on his plate.

Eva had just come out of the bathroom and was washing her hands in the sink at the door.

But when she raised her head again, she suddenly found that there was an extra person behind her in the mirror.

"Why do you keep avoiding me?" Rockefeller Jr. asked.

Eva ignored him, wiped her hands and prepared to leave.

But little Rockefeller grabbed one of her hands suddenly, pulled it, and then "wall-knocked" the woman on the wall outside the bathroom.

"You're crazy! John! Eva's chest heaved violently, "This is a public place. ”

"I'm not crazy, didn't you notice that there is no one else here today? I've already chartered this place! Rockefeller Jr. gasped, "We've got to talk." ”

Eva crossed her arms over her chest:

"Talk? What to talk about? ”

"What happened that night? Why did you ignore me all of a sudden? Rockefeller Jr. asked.

Eva didn't answer, her expression calm.

"You have no future with that dirt bun, he has a woman in his hometown! His company is also about to finish! Rockefeller Jr. said eagerly.

"Oh? There is no future with him, but there is a future with you? ”

Eva smiled coldly, mocking on her face.

"Young Master, let him go over in the past, it doesn't matter what happened that night, a girl like me is just a passerby in your life."

Little Rockefeller involuntarily grabbed Eva's shoulders:

"No, you're different, Eva! You're not like them! ”

He seemed to be in a hurry, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

Eva's eyes suddenly became gentle.

She picked up the towel on the sink table and wiped the sweat beads for little Rockefeller:

"Don't be stupid, John, we're not going to have a result."

Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, and people felt pity.

Little Rockefeller's heart was about to break.

He plucked up his courage and uttered a word.

He had said this to others before, but it was all empty promises at the time, but this time, Rockefeller Jr. had a real impulse:

"Eva, I'll marry you!"

(End of chapter)