The silver-white convertible sports car was speeding along Highway L-95. Tang Song put one hand on the car door, enjoying the pleasure of driving the sports car with one hand.
The limited edition luxury sunglasses on his nose and the white haute couture casual suit made him look less serious and more youthful.
Starting from New York and heading south along L-95, you will reach Washington, the federal political capital, in three or four hours.
Tang Song went to Washington naturally to see a play, no, to attend a cocktail party.
The White House invitation was lying on the passenger seat of the sports car.
In the world of Yama, Tang Song was busy practicing. When he arrived in the Marvel world, the evil god, Thanos, was like a knife hanging over his head. The great fear of life and death made him dare not stop for a moment.
He is like an ant who knows that a flood is coming and works hard to build his own nest and create his own Noah's Ark.
In Skye's teasing words, he was like an old man in his 40s, with a gloomy mind and always feeling that something was weighing on his mind.
Gu Ziyun would call him "uncle" whenever she had nothing to do. Even though she was scolded by him many times, this girl never got tired of it. In the end, "uncle" became her exclusive name.
Even when she was being beaten, the little girl would call him "Uncle" over and over again, and her nipples would turn red every time she was beaten.
Especially when she was excited, she would turn her head, bite her lips, and call "uncle" in a sweet voice.
Tang Song could do nothing about it, but he did find it a little exciting.
For Tang Song, having lived three lives as a human being, his mental age is one thing, but the pressure he endures in his heart is something that Skye could not imagine.
It's like putting a countdown clock in front of a normal person. When the countdown is over, there is a 1 in 20 chance that this person will die.
Now let's find the area of the shadow in this person's heart.
Tang Song didn't know what choices others would make when faced with this situation.
What he wanted to do was, if someone really wanted to snap their fingers and make him disappear, he would break his fingers one by one and crush all the bones in his body into powder.
He spent all his energy to build an underground kingdom, research genetic serums, and create extraordinary genetic warriors. In the eyes of others, he was like a black hand hiding behind the scenes and manipulating everything.
Everything he did was to give someone a slap in the face when they threatened him.
A man living in this world cannot be without power and without money, or you must have power that makes people awe.
Tang Song spread out his hands, the wind from the whistling sports car caressed his fingertips.
When I was on Earth, some LSPs said that when a car is moving, if you stick your hand out of the window, your fingers will feel the wind resistance as the car speeds up.
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Well, based on the experience of the Tang and Song dynasties, bigger is not necessarily best.
One of his beachfront villas on Long Island is specifically used for parties.
Tang Investment Company has also made large investments in Hollywood over the past six months with its strong capital.
Of course, most investments are losses, but the Lord doesn't care.
The purpose of Boss Tang's investment in major film and television companies' projects is clear to these companies and the tax bureau as well.
However, the inflow and outflow of funds in Hollywood is itself very chaotic, and even if the IRS wants to investigate, it will be very troublesome.
After all, there are many things that can be manipulated, including the stars’ pay, props, costumes, box office, and overseas box office.
The IRS clearly knew that Tang Investment Group was using Hollywood film and television projects to launder money, but there was nothing they could do.
Moreover, Tang Investment Group is a major taxpayer in New York. It is much more generous than those wealthy people who do charity all day long and donate to their own funds at every turn. In addition, Boss Tang has someone behind him, so the IRS turns a blind eye to him.
The major film and television companies in Hollywood regard Boss Tang as a big tap. Many of their investments in film and television projects that they are unsure whether to make a profit or a loss will be sent to the investment company.
In this situation, Boss Tang's parties are attended by many stars from the film and television circles and models. It can only be said that Europeans and Americans are indeed gifted in their physical fitness due to eating beef, and some of the beef are even bigger than a football.
The more you touch, the less comfortable it is to hold something tightly.
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The cool new concept convertible attracted countless people's attention along the way.
When passing through Philadelphia, Tang Song just slowed down slightly and took a look at the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall from a distance. Then a bunch of hot and sexy girls came over to chat with him and wanted to get a ride.
These coolly dressed white hotties, Black Pearls, were all very enthusiastic, but it was a pity that Boss Tang had already become picky about his taste.
Nowadays, even celebrities and models get a little tired of eating too much, unless they have a status bonus or a special system.
Women will only affect the speed of my cultivation.
Tang Song waved to a Filipino girl who was said to be studying abroad at the University of Pennsylvania, then stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
"She's pretty good looking!"
Tang Song waved his hand and was about to throw the note with the Filipino girl's phone number out of the car, but when he recalled the girl's healthy wheat-colored skin and the exposed waistcoat line, he was stunned.
After thinking about it, Tang Song threw it into the storage box.
It is not easy for international students to travel abroad. A kind-hearted person like him just can't bear to see girls suffer.
If I remember correctly, he does have two trading companies in Philadelphia, and he could arrange for her to work there part-time.
Driving a sports car and recklessly on the road, Tang Song, who even seemed to have a much younger mentality, rested his five fingers on the car door and tapped them like playing the piano.
The true energy in his body surged like a river, opening up some of the meridian endings that were originally barely visible.
Coming out of Philadelphia, you can see many people looking for rides on both sides of the road. Some are holding signs, and some are simply giving a thumbs up, which is a common gesture for asking for rides on federal highways.
However, when Tang Song's sports car passed by, all these people put down their signs and thumbs.
A sports car that is worth millions of dollars just in appearance is like a threshold that ordinary people are afraid to enter.
All people are born equal, but money, power and status divide people into different classes.
"Um?"
Tang Song stepped on the brakes lightly and looked at the figure on the roadside in the rearview mirror of the sports car, feeling a little surprised.
When his spiritual consciousness came into contact with this person, it was as if it had come into contact with a black hole and was swallowed up!
"interesting!"
Tang Song reversed the sports car and stopped it beside the person who was about to take a ride on the side of the road. He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.
A little girl wearing a grey hoodie, jeans, and canvas shoes. The hood covered most of her face, but she looked younger than Gu Ziyun.
Tang Song directed his spiritual consciousness towards the girl in the hoodie. As soon as his spiritual consciousness touched the girl in the hoodie, it was as if a stone had fallen into a bottomless pit. Without even a sound, it disappeared without a trace.
What's going on.
It was the first time that Tang Song encountered such a strange situation. Even when the black wizard opened the hell passage, his spiritual consciousness could overlook the hell dimension through the hell passage.
Is this girl more special than the dimension of hell
Thinking of this, Tang Song smiled kindly and looked at the girl in front of him: "Do you want to take a ride? Where are you going?"
Little Taoqi looked at the luxury car and the handsome Chinese man in it with a bit of a loss. She just wanted to take a ride to the next town.
"I, I..." Looking at the gentle smile on Tang Song's handsome face in the car, Xiao Taoqi felt a little confused.
"I don't know where I'm going either."
When Tang Song saw that the little girl's voice was almost crying, he knew that she was either from an orphanage or a runaway girl.
It is most likely the latter.
“Get in the car first!”
Tang Song had a gentle smile on his face, and his voice contained some of the little magic that the male cultivators of the Hehuan Sect used to deceive the ladies of wealthy families.
This little magic makes his voice seem more friendly, making girls feel safe when they hear it.
Coupled with his handsome face, it is a sure win for this insecure little girl.
The little rascal hesitated for a moment and then opened the door of the sports car.
When she stretched out her hand, Tang Song noticed that the little girl was wearing a pair of leather gloves that reached up to her elbows.
“Fasten your seatbelts!”
Seeing that the little girl was ready, Tang Song unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to fasten it for her.
The little girl seemed to be frightened and tried her best to shrink her body to avoid contact with Tang Song.
Tang Song put the seat belt on her, then returned to the driver's seat, fastened his seat belt, and stepped on the accelerator. The sports car hummed and took off.
... ...
“Where are you going?”
The sports car was driving on the road, Tang Song asked the little girl.
"Hello, just drop me off at the town ahead!" It was the first time for the little rascal to ride in this convertible sports car, and his eyes kept looking around the car.
"My name is Tang Song. Are you running away from home, little girl?"
While driving, Tang Song used his true energy, spiritual awareness, and some magic to quietly explore the magical aspects of this little girl.
Just like the spiritual consciousness, the true essence was also absorbed by the little girl when it came into contact with her.
However, Tang Song tried a different method. He used his true energy to simulate a transparent wind blade. When the little girl wasn't paying attention, the wind blade was mixed in with the wind from the sports car.
Cut off a strand of her hair.
Obviously, the little girl could not absorb this kind of magical attack.
Of course, the little rascal was completely unaware of all this.
"Hello, my name is Mary, and my friends call me Little Naughty," Little Naughty's face flashed a hint of happiness when he mentioned his friends, but then the joy on his face dimmed and he added: "My friends before, now I have no friends!"
Little rascal, it turned out to be her!
After hearing the girl's self-introduction, Tang Song understood why his spiritual awareness had failed on her.
He knew this little rascal. This little girl was a mutant. Her mutant ability was to absorb other people's abilities and vitality through contact.
The drawback of this ability is that it can only be used through skin contact, and this little girl doesn't seem to be able to fully control her own strength.
In order to avoid hurting others, she wrapped herself tightly like a dumpling.
"I'm not running away from home, I, I just came out to relax..." The little rascal bit his lips, missing his parents, his eyes were a little red, and he tried hard not to cry.
She had just run away from home a few days ago, and she was not the kind of homeless girl in the plot who was brave enough to hide in a stranger's truck.
Even though her mutant abilities can protect herself, she is just a high school student after all.
"Nowhere to go?" Tang Song tilted his head to look at her and noticed her expression.
"If it's a domestic dispute, I can help you contact the police!"
Although Tang Song vaguely remembered the whole story of Xiao Taoqi running away from home, it seemed that he accidentally hurt his friends because he did not control his mutant abilities well.
However, his current identity is just a kind-hearted passing driver. If he talks too much, it will scare the little girl.
"No, thank you!" The naughty girl shook her head and declined Tang Song's kindness. She looked at Tang Song's hand stretched out of the car window, subconsciously touched her gloves, and a hint of envy flashed in her eyes.
"The fun of riding in a convertible sports car is to put your hands out of the window and embrace the wind outside. You can take off your gloves and try it. It feels pretty good!"
Tang Song said this as he stretched out his arms toward the window as a demonstration.
The little rascal glanced at Tang Song, carefully put on his left glove, and followed Tang Song's example, reaching his hand out of the car.
The wind blew on her arms. She held on to them tightly, but the wind slipped away through her fingers. This feeling relieved the little naughty girl's depressed mood.
"Are you Chinese? You are so young but drive such an expensive luxury car. What do you do? Are you a rich second generation?"
The little rascal, whose mood had improved, quickly started chatting with Tang Song.
"Me? I'm the father of the rich second generation, the rich first generation, and I'm doing some investment business in New York..."
How could a girl who was only in high school have so many thoughts? She was soon amused by Tang Song's jokes and couldn't stop laughing. The relationship between the two of them also became much closer.
"How old are you? Are you going to keep wandering around like this? If you really don't want to go home, why don't you come back to New York with me? I'll find you a part-time job so you can at least support yourself!"
Tang Song held the steering wheel with one hand, reached out his hand through the little naughty's hood, and rubbed her head.
The little naughty girl subconsciously wanted to avoid him, not because she disliked Tang Song.
For an ordinary federal high school girl, a handsome, rich guy like Tang Song who can drive a luxury car with one hand is simply the prince charming of her dreams.
The reason why the little rascal wanted to hide was that she was afraid that her ability would hurt the friend she had just met.
Before she could dodge, Tang Song's hand was already rubbing her head.
"Don't worry, I won't sell you out!"
Tang Song's voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect, and the little naughty boy agreed for some reason.
When she came to her senses, the sports car had already arrived at the Federation.
"Where are we going?" Little Naughty asked doubtfully, looking at the tall buildings around him.
"I'm going to attend a cocktail party. How about joining us? Are you interested in joining us for fun?" Tang Song said with a smile.
The little rascal subconsciously looked at his hands and shook his head dejectedly.
After the car entered downtown Washington, facing the bustling crowd, she subconsciously put her gloves back on.
(Sorry for the slip of the tongue, guys. 4,000 first. I'll stay up all night tonight. I need to think about how to write this double assassination.)