Chapter 375: The two beauties surrendered, the Jewish ambitions

The three-star princess Li Zhenxin heard a cough and instantly raised her head in anger.

This is her suite's private gym, and no one dares to come in without her permission.

When she saw Fang Zuo standing behind her in the mirror opposite, her face suddenly turned red.

When this man came to see her, she was immediately surprised beyond words.

But she didn't get up right away.

Instead, he still lay there.

Of course she knows that as a sexy woman, lying down requires technique.

Especially since she has been practicing yoga for a long time, she knows that special postures are needed to fully show off her curves.

When a normal woman lies down.

The waist will naturally bulge, and the head will be parallel to the shoulders, or even lower.

The whole body is like a bow.

This looks clumsy and unaesthetic, like a shrimp.

But a woman who truly knows how to utilize every curve of her body will bend her waist deeply when she lies down.

Then lift your chin up and tilt your head and neck back like a swan.

This not only stretches the muscles of the waist, but also reveals beautiful lines.

It can also fully reveal the contours of your buttocks and thighs.

Especially today, wearing pink yoga pants that fit snugly against my skin.

Even more so.

The little Samsung princess Li Zhenxin is just lying there.

With his back to Fang Zuo.

When I stick out my buttocks, I feel both excited and expectant.

I was still vaguely afraid of what happened that morning.

Fang Zuo looked at the woman's seductive and sexy posture as she lay down.

Like a big white horse, with its plump buttocks raised high.

In particular, she has trained her buttocks into a standard peach shape.

Although it has too much muscle in the feel, it is not as soft and plump as Sakurasora Kurumi and Momoki Kanonna.

But fortunately, the round shape is perfect.

Fang Zuo walked forward.

Tap hard in the middle.

Li Zhenxin trembled all over.

From the neck to the face, it was terribly red.

If I hadn't bitten my lower lip, I would have almost shouted out loud.

then.

Her posture remained unchanged as she turned her head to look at the man.

Her delicate face is like peach blossom.

The man slapped his face hard again and scratched his hair.

Li Zhenxin immediately understood

She swallowed, then crawled forward a few steps and turned around.

Two arms crawled towards Fang Zuo like a cat.

Flirtatious

She crawled to Fang Zuo's front, then raised her charming face and kissed Fang Zuo with her red lips.

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South Los Angeles.

An old manor.

This manor, which had been abandoned for many years, was suddenly bought by a wealthy man.

Then tidy it up again.

The courtyard is filled with a variety of flowers and plants.

Inside the manor.

Michaela Cohen lay on the old leather sofa, staring blankly out the window at the flowers.

Each piece of soil is planted with a different plant.

Everything is the same as in neurons.

It's just that there's one man missing that she's always dreaming about.

He instructed the Jewish tycoons in North America to find this manor in the shortest possible time.

The terrain and shape are most similar to the manor in the neuron.

After spending a lot of money.

This old manor was decorated into a familiar look in the fastest time.

Filled with various plants.

Michaela Cohen sighed.

But the most important man is missing.

This period of time.

All she could think about was the man who had taken everything from her.

Not only did he take away all his emotions in his neurons.

After leaving the neuron.

It even took away his body.

No.

It should be said that I took away his body.

Michaela Cohen blushed.

I was entangled with the man happily and satisfyingly.

Gave him everything, but knew nothing about his origins.

All I know is his name is Fang Zuo.

The name sounds like a Chinese person.

This was the only clue Michaela Cohen knew.

After he woke up, I didn't even have the time to say a word to him.

The man just disappeared in the Jewish temple.

Michaela Cohen sighed.

The earth is so big, where can I find him in the future?

If I find him, what will he do to me? Michaela Cohen lies on the old leather sofa, anxious and worried. Her pink lips are slightly parted, and her beautiful eyes are lost in memories.

I am very happy at the wedding. How wonderful it would be if everything were true. In a stone room in the north of the manor.

Demi Black wore a cape woven from gold.

The long golden brown hair is also braided with various gold threads.

This is her very own Jewish ritual garment.

She asked in a deep voice: "She still hasn't eaten?"

A maidservant kneeled down and bowed her head and answered, "Yes, Master! After returning from the temple, the priest has not eaten anything except some fruit."

"Ha, don't let her die like this." Demi Blackred sneered and said, "What happened to her? Did she reveal anything during her chat with you?"

"No, Master!" The maid shook her head. "She seldom spoke to us after she came back. She immediately found a manor like this and transformed it into what it is now."

"Just staring out the window all day long"

"I sighed from time to time."

"It seems like." The maid hesitated to speak.

"Hmm?" Demi Blackrock shot a cold look over.

The maid was so frightened that she immediately prostrated herself on the ground: "She is like a woman in love."

"A woman in love?" Demi Black was stunned by the answer.

Then the corners of his mouth slightly raised and he laughed out loud: "Could it be that our priest fell in love with that mysterious man after going to the temple?"

"Hahahaha, what a ridiculous joke. Impossible." Demi Blackled shook her head: "We will go see our High Priest who is deeply in love later."

After a little thought.

She pulled out a small instrument and pressed a blue button.

The blue light kept flashing in front of her.

She slowly lowered it into a stone pit.

then.

A lifelike 3D projection appears.

The projection still shows the Federal Reserve’s luxurious parliamentary venue.

The four elders in charge of the Jewish family sat on chairs.

They all wore Jewish dresses and Jewish hats.

The clothing and sitting posture are meticulous.

His expression was calm.

"My Lords, we have completed the statistics report." Demi Blackrock bowed slightly and said, "We have gained quite a lot from the Los Angeles fire we planned."

"It's really good if Miss Demi says it's good." Jacob Rothschild, the head of the Rothschild family, said with a smile, "Tell us old guys the good news quickly."

"Yes, my Lords." Demi Blackrock reported the data like a treasure:

"Our Jewish Resnick family controls 60% of California's public water resources and charged the government three times the market price for water during the fire."

"Based on the 3 million tons of water used by the Los Angeles Fire Department for disaster relief, and the normal water price of $0.5 per ton, the Resnick family earned at least $4.5 million."

"Of course, this is only the initial income. In the subsequent reconstruction phase, they will continue to supply water at a high price, and the overall revenue may exceed 200 million US dollars."

"Only 200 million US dollars? It's too little." Jacob Rothschild frowned slightly.

"Sir, the benefits of these water resources are in the future." Demi Blackrock said with a smile: "After this fire, under our lobbying, the entire state of California has passed an emergency bill to allow the expansion of water source development."

"The Resnick family's agricultural company has obtained the right to mine new wells in the Central Valley, which is expected to increase water supply by 200 million gallons per year. Based on the current average price of $1,000 per acre for agricultural water in California, the initial estimate is that the net profit will increase by more than $50 million per year."

"Not bad." Jacob Rothschild nodded: "This seems quite interesting, please continue."

"Our second source of income is insurance income," said Demi Blackrock. "Four months before the fire, our insurance company, State Farm, and other insurance companies collectively canceled 1,600 luxury home insurance policies in California."

"Based on an average insurance coverage of $5 million per property, the amount of directly avoided claims is $8 billion."

"After the disaster, we only provided transitional resettlement expenses of US$3,000 per person based on the basic insurance bottom line, which saved more than 95% compared to full compensation."

"Then, the annual premium of our newly launched 'super fire insurance' has skyrocketed by 400%. My BlackRock consortium expects to earn more than $10 billion in premium income from California alone in the next three years."

“And other states will follow.”

Jacob Rothschild looked at the other three elders from Jewish families.

He nodded slightly without changing his expression.

This income is quite impressive.

Just barely enough.

"That's not enough. The various rare materials used in the weather attack carried out by the Temple are too expensive. This amount of money is probably just a fraction of the cost." Jacob Rothschild said in a deep voice: "Ross, I give you so much authority to plan this weather attack. I believe you will not let us old guys down, right?"

"Of course." Demi Blackred said with a smile: "Since you have entrusted me with the authority, I will definitely do my best."

"The fund controlled by my BlackRock consortium has acquired all the burned land at 10% to 20% of the market price after the disaster."

"My Lords, these are some of the richest plots of land in the world."

"If we calculate based on the 10,000 destroyed luxury homes on the West Coast, the original total valuation of the land alone is more than $200 billion, and our acquisition cost is only about $10 billion."

"After reconstruction, the overall asset appreciation potential will be around 20 times even if it remains the same as before."

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“We have released the [Super Wealth Reconstruction Plan], which will attract more wealthy people from around the world to buy land and build luxury homes here.”

Jacob Rothschild then showed joy on his face. After looking at the old men again, he nodded and said, "Well done, Ross, you have lived up to our expectations of you. We will give you more power."

"My Lords, we are not done yet." Demi Blackrock bowed again to express her gratitude, raised her head and continued, "In the $23 billion post-disaster reconstruction plan currently passed by California, we have received a total of $4.5 billion for water supply and drainage system renovation and $3.2 billion for smart grid construction. The profit margin is generally over 40%."

"However, most of the other orders have been snatched away by the Ansa Group." Demi Blackrock showed a regretful expression on her face.

"It doesn't matter. If we take all of it, President Trump might not be happy." Jacob Rothschild waved his hand. "Now this guy is ordering Elon Musk to secretly find ways to weaken our influence in North America under the guise of cutting government departments. Don't think we don't know."

Jacob Rothschild sneered, holding his staff with both hands, and patted the ground vigorously: "Everyone show your skills, let's see who suffers the most."

"I have another gift for you all." Demi Blackrock said softly: "I made a profit of more than $700 million within three days of the fire by shorting the real estate investment trusts (REITs) in the affected areas."

"In addition, the investment and construction fund will directly earn about $12-15 billion in profits after one year, and in the medium and long term, it is expected to earn another $30-50 billion through asset appreciation, reconstruction projects and policy dividends."

"Very good! Very good! Demi, you really make us old guys appreciate you more and more." After Jacob Rothschild said "very good" several times, his eyes became softer.

After a pause, he continued: "You must assist Michaela well. One day, our Jewish people will become the masters of this planet."

"Thank you, everyone." Demi Blackley had a proud look in her eyes, but the other party's next words made her high spirits drop instantly.

A trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Why? This whole weather attack and everything else was done by me.

Judging from the tone of these old guys, it seems that their contribution is not as great as that of the woman who just lies there doing nothing.

After turning off the 3D projection.

Demi Blackrock walked out of the stone house and strode into the manor.

Only in the hall.

The maids stood in two neat rows, holding plates made of pure gold.

There were various fresh fruits on the plate.

The fruit was apparently untouched.

Demi Blackrock looked at the old furniture around her and Michaela Cohen lying on the old leather sofa in the distance, frowning.

It's all old stuff.

How can people live in a place like this? Why did this woman decorate the manor like this?

In the past, she even disliked seven-star hotels because they were dirty.

She approached slowly in confusion.

His expression changed.

Gradually, he softened his tone: "Your Majesty, you still have no appetite?"

But the beautiful woman in front of him was lying on the sofa, staring blankly out the window as if she didn't hear anything.

Demi Blackrock looked out the window.

A field of flowers.

It couldn't be more ordinary.

It's not just ordinary, it's simply ugly compared to those luxurious manors.

What's so good about this?

Thinking of what the Jewish family leaders had just said, Demi Blackley looked at the woman in front of her, feeling even more confused.

"Your Majesty?" Demi Blackred's voice became louder.

"Demi, you're here. Have you found the whereabouts of that man?" Michaela Cohen asked, propping herself up.

"Not yet, Your Majesty." Demi Blackrock shook her head.

"Keep looking. Contact the governors of major states in North America. You must find him. The holy relic is in his possession." Michaela Cohen said.

There was a look of disappointment between his brows.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I'll do it right away." Demi Blackred looked at the dejected look on Michaela Cohen's face suspiciously.

Something doesn't look right . Inside the InterContinental Hotel in Los Angeles.

Fang Zuo stood in the shower with his eyes closed, sensing the elusive location of Momoki Kanonai.

The only thing that is certain is that there is no danger.

but.

What force locked her up?

What else was used to block the breath?

At this time.

Li Zhenxin was wearing a bathrobe and holding a glass of red wine.

She walked in gracefully, enduring the pain from the torn wound.

Most of the shoulders and a pair of long white legs were exposed.

With every step, the body inside the yukata appears and disappears.

Seeing Fang Zuo closing his eyes in deep thought and not daring to say anything, his mind was full of thoughts.

How can I keep this man firmly by my side?

She sat on the bathtub next to her.

Put down the wine.

Step into the shower.

After covering your body with foam.

Like a beautiful white snake.

Wait until Fang Zuo walked out and lay on the recliner.

She quickly picked up the red wine beside her and lay on Fang Zuo's thighs.

"How is your brother?" Fang Zuo asked.

Li Zhenxin was serving attentively with a sip of red wine in her mouth.

After hearing this, he quickly swallowed it, raised his head and answered: "He and the current South Korean president are fighting fiercely with each other. Both sides are lobbying senior officials in Washington, hoping to meet with President Trump."

"It may take some time before we can tell who will win."

Fang Zuo nodded: "Do you have a car here? Can you drive?"

"Yes, I do." Li Zhenxin nodded.

"Take me to a place." Fang Zuo stood up and walked out the door: "I'll give you 10 minutes. I'll wait for you in the lobby downstairs."

"Okay." Li Zhenxin quickly and obediently opened the closet. She didn't even have time to put on makeup. She just put on a random outfit and ran to the elevator.

Then.

Li Zhenxin drove and brought Fang Zuo to the underground project of Los Angeles Union Station.

Although I don't understand why I came to this deserted place.

But she knew that men didn't like women asking too many questions.

Follow behind obediently.

"Do you want to follow me forever? Or do you want me to help you once?" Fang Zuo suddenly said.

"Ah?" Li Zhenxin opened her red lips in surprise.

"If you want me to help you once, just inform Jin Meiting later." Fang Zuo said as he walked, "If you want to follow me, you can only be a slave."

"Can I ask what Jin Meiting's current status is?" She followed closely behind with her long legs.

"Same." Fang Zuo didn't even turn his head.

Li Zhenxin bit her lower lip: "Can I think about it?"

"No chance, you've already made your choice!" Fang Zuo said calmly, "Who do you think can be my servant?"

Li Zhenxin's face turned pale and she wanted to say something, but seeing Fang Zuo's cold face, she didn't dare to speak.

He could only follow Fang Zuo with his head down in grievance.

Wait until you reach the Rift Corridor.

Various strange buildings and bizarre humanoid creatures walked in front of him.

She realized that there were so many things in this world that she didn't know.

Looking at the mysterious man beside me, I felt more and more regretful.

Fang Zuo frowned and sensed the entire huge crack corridor.

There are fewer psychics at a high level.

It seems that Wang Jianguo swallowed a lot of it at the beach in Los Angeles.

But strangely, there was no trace of Wang Jianguo's presence here.

Fang Zuo arrived at the cult headquarters building.

Stunned.

The building has been reduced to ruins, with almost no intact remains.

Fang Zuo released his divine sense to explore the entire rift corridor.

A familiar figure was hiding in a small building.

Fang Zuo stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

A guy appeared in front of him.

It was the cult member who received him that day.

【Honest man】Tim.

"grown ups."

This [honest man] Tim instantly prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to look up.

"Where is your leader?" Fang Zuo asked.

"Sir, this place has been demolished by various forces. The leader can't handle so many people, so he led everyone to withdraw."

"Where? Take me there?" Fang Zuo said.

"In another wealthy area in Los Angeles." Tim, the Honest Man, whispered.

(End of this chapter)