However, in comparison, Hardman himself is simply weak.

Ever since he was a boy in heat, he had suffered from the fact that he only had fists but no literary talent, and could not write passionate love letters.

So much so that it was difficult for him to even go smoothly in "making a circle", let alone pursue the "White Lotus" he really liked.

Frankly speaking, when it comes to love needs, he secretly harbors a strong inferiority complex.

In fact, let alone those days, even today, a short Tagore poem can still keep a girl in heat awake all night.

For those literary young women who are as delicate as willow branches, poetry is still more attractive than a man's chest muscles, a decent banquet, an obedient pigeon, and a cool whistle.

For this reason, Hardmen looked at Nian Jing like a lost lamb meeting the messenger of God.

Not only did he rely on Nian Jing's support and care in business, but he also regarded Nian Jing as his mentor spiritually.

As for Nian Jing, the one who was most afraid of him in the past was a boss like Hardman who was not stingy. Unexpectedly, he now had such an admirer and a loyal listener who was willing to believe all his boasts.

This made him feel proud and accomplished even when he was bragging.

That's it, whether it's because of business complementarity or spiritual complementarity.

Hadmen and Nian Jing, two people who had nothing in common except that they were born in the same alley in the south of the capital, actually grew closer and closer.

They are even inseparable, and it feels like they met at a late age.

As a result, Hardmen's biggest change was that he believed Nian Jing's boastful words and exaggerated descriptions, and his desire became even more expanded.

And in Nian Jing's daydream of becoming successful and going international, the bright future he boasted should be like this.

He hired two horsemen to help him carry his luggage full of passports from various countries, and while enjoying the diverse scenery of the world, he earned dollars, francs, lira and so on.

No, he won't see the money, and there's no need. The Bank for International Settlements will take care of it for him.

They will open an account for him in a Swiss bank.

They would also tell him that since the U.S. dollar has been weak recently, he should exchange for more strong marks and keep the yen, and then exchange them back when the U.S. economy recovers.

Then he would be like those Wall Street tycoons, holding a ten-dollar Havana cigar in his mouth, opening his mouth and saying "Yes" or "No" without raising his eyelids.

After establishing a foothold in the United States, he will extend his business tentacles to all parts of the world.

He is also very interested in the Arab world.

He wants to talk to the OPEC brains and persuade them to hand over control of world oil prices.

If they dared to say "no" in Arabic, he would spend huge sums of money to develop a new energy source to replace oil.

Then these guys and their country will be soaked in oil, raising suspicions that a new African continent has been discovered.

In short, his plan is too huge and complicated, and he can't complete it even if he works hard all his life.

No, he cannot be exhausted, he must fully enjoy life.

He also has a colorful plan. He wants to ski in the Alps; ride a dog rake in Alaska; go surfing in Hawaii; and kiss the Statue of Liberty in a private helicopter.

Then I went to New York’s Chinatown and tried the three-delicacy stuffed dumplings made with American bread.

Don't eat too much, save your stomach and go to Paris to eat grilled lobster.

Then hang out with a French honey on the banks of the Seine River and walk along the Champs Elysées.

By then he miraculously spoke French.

Otherwise, in such a sentimental atmosphere, it would be so disgraceful.

Later, she would drive with him to the outskirts of Paris in the Mercedes he just bought. There was a garden villa with dozens of hectares of lawn that he bought for 10 million francs.

Lying on a pure Persian wool carpet by the warm fireplace, the French honey will sing lyrical French folk songs to him.

In the thick warmth, the two people's emotions are constantly sublimating, and the passion of Chinese and Western elements harmonizes with the flame in the fireplace.

Maybe the French honey will stupidly ask him if he loves her or marries her.

He would bluntly say "no" because he didn't want his son to be called a "bastard" when he got into fights in the future.

When leaving France, he would visit President Mirante and ask whether his cancer had been effectively treated.

"Air Force One" will fly him directly to Washington.

On Capitol Hill, he will attend a hearing of the House and Senate as they will vote on his proposal to "allow the yuan to enter circulation in the United States."

What a magnificent picture of life!

Nian Jing may have said it because he was drunk and forgot about it.

But Hardman did not.

He thought of it when he was drunk, he thought of it when he got up every day, and he thought of it when he achieved a little success.

Whenever he thinks of these, he will be inexplicably excited, as if he is immersed in the scene.

Although that was Nian Jing's dream, it was not a dream he could imagine.

But that doesn't stop him from truly liking it and following her step by step.
Chapter completed!