Legendary American Tycoon

In the evening, White received an invitation from Evelyn. He likes this girl, but he hasn't had a chance to live with her lately. Fortunately, Evelyn's attitude is obvious. Compared with before, her relationship with White has obviously changed a lot.

Like this, Evelyn was willing to invite White, which made White happy. Sometimes White would have no time, but this did not happen between him and Evelyn.

Evelyn is a girl who knows what she says, and most of her active invitations to White must be related to White's current business activities.

She is beautiful and dazzling. As a Victoria's Secret Angel-even if the contract has now been terminated-still has a reputation in the fashion industry. All magazines call her God's darling, fashion baby. She is an angel, a real angel.

Years in the fashion industry, Evelyn has a very wide and useful network in the upper-class circles of California and New York. When she knew that White was in need of them, Evelyn was willing to introduce the bigwigs to White.

White loved Evelyn, who was smart and clear-hearted.

Many times, he prefers to stay by her side, even if he is hiding under her red or blue dress, smelling the fragrance floating from her, maybe there is the fragrance after bathing, just stay, let He felt unparalleled peace.

Not only because of her appearance, but also because of her connotation. A strong intellectual charm emanating from the depths of the soul.

They talked about the next day's party on a quiet and watery night. White said that he occasionally felt tired. Profiting income is a long process. When you want to arrive like Bill Gates and earn two hundred and fifty dollars per second Before his achievement, he needs to go through a boring and boring period.

High-class cocktail parties are not as beautiful as imagined. He often needs to buy a set of expensive clothes for a cocktail party. It has nothing to do with money, it's just the sigh of a bound soul wrapped in a deeply tight suit.

"I know dealing with you is tired," Evelyn stroked his cheek lovingly, "Even if you can easily resolve them."

White allowed this soft hand to rub his cheek. He looked at the tens of thousands of yellow stars in the deep blue sky, and sometimes suddenly came up with the weird idea of ​​counting the stars.

This reminded him a bit of the saying in ancient history that "the heights are too cold". He actually enjoys the state of fighting with his companions more, but it seems difficult now.

But it is necessary. White grabbed Evelyn’s fingers and raised her upper body to look. Evelyn’s icy blue eyes looked so sensible and clear, but they were tender. White's heart moved and softened his voice: "What kind of reception is that?"

Evelyn followed his eyes and looked to the sky: "Have you ever heard of a gift-based economy?"

White shook his head and asked, "What is that?"

Evelyn said: "This is an economic form different from the market economy. Or it can be said that it is a niche non-mainstream economic form. I think that tomorrow’s gathering will be very similar to this form. Its owner He is an Indian from the northern coastline of North America."

White bit the white finger under her red nail. "You know this. Whoever marries you in the future is a blessing."

auzw.com Evelyn smiled mysteriously, but she didn't respond to anything. Her smile was like dust and vain.

As Evelyn said, this is a traditional gathering from North America. Probably to give face to the Indian who was covered in expensive suits. There was a traditional ceremony in the middle of the party.

When the music dance rose, White and Evelyn were sitting on the bar by the window. They turned to look at the celebration ceremony in the hall behind them. The priest dressed like a funny monkey put a lot of food in front of him. And other gifts.

White supported his neck, and the arc of his head made him feel strenuous. People with doubts pushed and shoved them onto the stage, facing a slew of merchandise, and they couldn't start.

White looked at Evelyn, who was printing a lip print on the rim of the transparent and bulky glass with her bright, rose-like beautiful lips, and asked: "Is this what you said yesterday, gift economy?"

Evelyn drank a glass of Canadian wine and said: "Yes, everyone can take away the things they like, and the person who gives the most and the highest total value will receive the highest honor. This honor is not just A sum of money, for the locals, may be the leader of a small area."

White groaned.

"I used to play in that place. This is a very good and interesting activity. But I didn't participate. You know, they are a little xenophobic. I just followed the friends there to find out." Evelyn squinted her eyes. , Somewhat intoxicated.

White could see that she liked this environment very much, maybe it was because of his existence?

Under Evelyn's glamorous appearance, her heart seemed to be wrapped in something. It was an honor that White saw it, or rather, he had seen it.

When they took off each other's clothes and treated each other frankly, he could see this layer of things, just like the layer of window paper protecting himself. If it was not a specific environment, she would not let him see it.

He was able to peel off the old paper on the outer membrane of Evelyn's heart when he entered, and see straight through the silky, small, hot thing deep in her heart.

Most of the time, he couldn't see such a thing, but at this time, he seemed to be able to see it again.

Perhaps it is because this event is very small, like a community, because it is small enough so that people can clearly see each other's sacrifices. No one will cross the boundary, they have their own environment and communication community.

Evelyn wanted such a chat environment, always longing, White thought, stimulating the cerebral cortex, a sensory cell is breaking through the shackles and shouting loudly.

go a head! Do such a program, let Evelyn like it, make Evelyn yearn, and let Evelyn go crazy for it!

White whispered against her auricle, "Shall we go to you today?"

Evelyn turned her head and smiled, White felt excited, and was about to wrap her thin waist with a dry mouth, an old voice came from behind her.

"White, is it Mr. White?" A man of sixty-five years old with an aging body, White turned his head and saw. The old man took champagne and clinked glasses with him, "When we first met, this is Silvas."