Spy Movie

Chapter 57 Buying and Selling (There was a problem with the chapter last night, please repost!)

Zhang Xin met Little Pepper at the door, and said very familiarly: "Mr. Stark's safety is temporarily entrusted to you."

Faced with Zhang Xin's irresponsible behavior, Xiaojiao's face was swollen with anger: "Mr. Cormorant, this is wrong, you are the bodyguard..."

"I know, but as far as I know, no outsider can sneak into Mr. Stark's workshop, so when we need our protection, it's just that he left the villa, or..."

Little Pepper subconsciously said: "What is it?"

"Other people who have permission to enter the villa and workshop suddenly visit."

"Mr. Cormorant, you are sowing discord."

"I'm just stating a fact. You can doubt my intentions, but I hope you don't risk Mr. Stark's life because of your dislike for me."

Little Pepper pursed his lips and said nothing.

"If you have the above two situations, please contact us as soon as possible... Okay, let's go first, goodbye."

Zhang Xin is really not worried at all. Stark Industries is the largest arms dealer in the United States. Although there are not many bodyguards in this villa, it is actually more heavily guarded than any other place outside.

Tony Stark is a man with artificial intelligence.

And Zhang Xin knew that Stark was going to study Iron Man armor recently, which was a huge project, and Stark couldn't have time to wander around.

So he hurriedly left the villa without worry, and Cicada followed behind him without saying a word.

They went to a hamburger joint for a bite to eat, then went to Chinatown and smuggled the big bag of dollar bills out of their house.

Cicada glanced at the bag, and said, "As expected, you didn't donate a dime."

"Didn't I donate 6000 million to Longhua? What else do you want?"

Cicada couldn't help laughing.

"But I remember that you want to help the elderly and children who are not cared for."

"I'll talk about it when I make a fortune, and the situation abroad is a bit different. I can't just pay money casually, or I'll become an enemy." Zhang Xin was silent for a while, and then continued: "I have studied before, and I'm still Chinese. Opened a school, but now that I think about it... I haven't taught the Three Character Classic, basically I haven't taught the three hundred Tang poems... On the contrary, I have taught a lot about the fact that if my parents beat me, I should go to the police..."

The development of any civilization is a process of integration and being integrated.

Although today's world is an era of highly developed information and the concept of a so-called global village, ideological struggles between nations and between countries do exist and are bound to exist for a long time.

Now that blood fusion is inevitable, how should Huaxia be passed on? Zhang Xin believes that culture is the most fundamental thing.

Throughout the 5000-year history, Huaxia fell several times, but in the end all the foreign races disappeared, leaving only Huaxia.

Are all aliens dead?

No, they just integrated into China and became a part of China.

You can marry a foreigner, marry a foreigner, and even emigrate to a foreign country. This is an inevitable phenomenon.

He doesn't like this phenomenon himself, but he understands such behavior.

But what is the bottom line? The bottom line is that culture cannot be lost.

If a person has pure blood, his parents and grandparents are all Chinese, but he speaks incomprehensible birdsong, and when he talks about his compatriots, he shakes his head with contempt on his face, feeling that he is superior to others.

Such people are not fellow-citizens.

If a person is of mixed race, he may only have one-tenth of the Chinese blood in his body, but he is an enlightenment of the Three Character Classic, inherits the Chinese culture, and has a feeling of identification with his compatriots, such a person can become a compatriot.

However, the reality is far from ideal, because most of the people who leave the motherland to acquire foreign nationality, or simply go out to work, often either do not do well in the country, or do not agree with certain things in the country.

After such people go out, it is conceivable how they will evaluate their motherland.

Coupled with the fact that in a foreign country, we have already tried our best just to survive, and cultural inheritance itself is not necessary for survival.

Gradually, it gradually drifted away!

So it's not that you can't donate, but if you want to donate, you have to donate to those schools that are worthy of help.

Moreover, he felt that in order to obtain the cultural identity of Chinese Americans, the strength of the motherland is actually the most fundamental thing. Compared with it, donations and so on are just small ways.

The two chatted a lot along the way, and soon came to a tall building.

"It's here, come in with me?"

"No, just go, I'll wait for you outside."

"Aren't you afraid that I will take the money away?"

"Not afraid!"

Cicada nodded, and didn't seem a little excited by this trust, and went in with a bag of money on her shoulders.

Zhang Xin sat quietly in the car and waited.

He didn't see that Cicada entered the door normally at first, and then took the stairs to go upstairs.When he came to the stairs on the second floor, he didn't continue to go up, nor did he enter the office building on the second floor. Instead, he stood in the stairwell and took out his mobile phone.

She turned off the recording software that was on, put the phone back in her pocket, and then continued to walk up.

Cicada stayed in this building for about 5 minutes. When she came out, the bag on her body was gone, and she had an extra card in her hand, which contained 320 million US dollars.

Well, clean money, and no change.

After getting the money, go to the bank to open a trading account, so that you can buy and sell stocks.

But in Zhang Xin's situation, he naturally couldn't participate in the sale by himself, so he still needed to find a suitable agency company.

Cicada suggested that the money laundering company should act as an agent, but Zhang Xin refused on the spot, because the company exuded a black aura from the inside out.

Afterwards, they went to several agency companies, and finally found a securities company run by a Jew to settle the matter.

In short, after finishing these things, I rented a house near Stark's villa, and it was already three days later.

The two of them were having a barbecue that day when Zhang Xin's phone rang suddenly.

He had black lines all over his face, thinking that it was the Jew who recommended all kinds of rotten stocks to him, and turned on the phone only to find that it was Pepper's call.

"Damn it, it's Chili Pepper."

Cicada screamed: "I'm going, I forgot about this matter, Stark won't die, right?"

Zhang Xin rolled his eyes, and then connected the phone: "Miss Potts, what's your order?"

"Uh, Mr. Cormorant, Mr. Stan is here. When are you coming?"

Zhang Xin curled his lips and said, "It's okay, it's not time to turn your face completely. You just get along with them normally."

Little Pepper listened to the beeping on the phone, and the intensified quarrel between Tony Stark and Mr. Stan from the room, she was completely broken.

She was Tony Stark's life assistant, but she was actually recruited by Stan.

Within the company, the power of the two is about the same, and because of Stark's cynicism, Stan's reputation on the board of directors is even higher than Stark's.

In other words, no matter who she offends, her job may be lost.

God, Tony Stark is just a jerk, why are the two bodyguards he hired so bastard.

Zhang Xin didn't know about Little Pepper's situation, even if he knew, he wouldn't care too much.

"The fire is not enough, you add more fire... I'll get some cumin... This tastes good, you have a taste."

Cicada took a sip and showed an expression of enjoyment: "That's right, don't we really need to go?"

"No, don't worry, I'm here."

Cicada took a big gulp of cold beer and showed a relaxed smile: "This is the easiest task I have ever encountered, it's great!"

Zhang Xin watched the news on TV that the military conflict intensified in the area where Stark was arrested, and the people were living in dire straits, thinking that such days might not last long.

(End of this chapter)