Old Wang laughed heartily, patted Wang Hu on the shoulder, and said, "You're quite the young man! Then I'll take the liberty of calling you my nephew!"
Wang Hu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a carefree smile: "Call me whatever you like!" The boy's clear voice carried a composure beyond his years.
The signing hall was bustling with people, and the crystal chandelier illuminated the entire venue as bright as day. Although Wang Hu's investment amounted to 6 billion yuan, it was not the highest among Wanda's many investors.
However, the Tiger King Fund he founded, and especially Wang Hu himself, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old, created a legend in the financial market—achieving an astonishing performance of nearly 100 billion RMB in just one year, which was enough to make everyone present dare not underestimate him.
Following the successful signing ceremony, a small, elegant banquet commenced. Those present were all close friends of Mr. Wang from the business world. To the accompaniment of soft background music, guests held champagne glasses and conversed quietly.
Wang Hu and Xiao Wang found a quiet corner to sit down. Xiao Wang, holding a glass of orange juice, was enthusiastically telling Wang Hu about some interesting things he had done while studying abroad. Suddenly, a series of steady, powerful footsteps interrupted their conversation.
A middle-aged man in a dark gray custom-made suit walked over with steady steps. He had a resolute face, sharp eyes, and an imposing presence.
Before the two could even stand up, the middle-aged man said with a hint of teasing, "Little Cong, how come you've tried to poach people from me? It's not easy for me to train an accountant." Although his words were reproachful, they also carried a touch of intimacy.
Xiao Wang hurriedly stood up, waving his hands repeatedly, "Uncle Huang, I didn't dig this up!" He turned to Wang Hu, a sly smile on his face, and pointed, "The person who dug it is right here!"
He then enthusiastically introduced them: "Wang Hu, let me introduce you. This is the head of the Huang's Metallurgical Industry Group, and also Huang Yuan's father."
He then turned to the middle-aged man: "Uncle Huang, this is Wang Hu, the founder of Tiger King Fund. Huang Yuan must have told you about him!"
Wang Hu extended his hand. "Uncle Huang, hello! Thank you for bringing the yacht out back then!"
Huang Guohui said, "These are all minor matters. If you need it again next time, just ask Xiao Yuan. You're a promising young man, achieving so much at such a young age. You're much better than me!"
How could I possibly compare to you?
After exchanging pleasantries, Huang Guohui left. He had only come to say hello, since the age difference was too great for them to have a proper conversation.
Wang Hu said to Xiao Wang, "After hearing what you said so wonderfully, I also want to travel abroad!"
"When are you going? Let's go together, and I can tell you about their local specialties!" She winked at Wang Hu as she finished speaking.
Wang Hu smiled and said to Wang Sicong, "I'm planning a trip to Myanmar. Would you be interested in coming with me?"
Hearing this, Wang Sicong looked at Wang Hu with suspicion and asked in surprise, "What are you going to Myanmar for? It's not very safe there!"
Wang Hu smiled slightly and explained, "I've heard that Myanmar has abundant jade resources, and I'd like to go and get some jade to give as gifts!"
Wang Sicong quickly waved his hand and refused, saying, "Go by yourself, I'm not going!"
Seeing this, Wang Hu didn't insist, and simply said, "Alright then, if you don't want to go, that's fine. I can go by myself." Actually, Wang Hu hadn't planned to take Wang Sicong with him in the first place, because he always felt that this trip to Myanmar probably wouldn't be smooth sailing.
So Wang Hu began preparing for his trip to Myanmar. The next day, he first safely escorted Lan Bing back to Beijing, and then rushed to the airport to catch a direct flight to the United States.
When he boarded the plane, Wang Hu clearly remembered that it was still daytime. However, when the plane arrived in New York, he was surprised to find that it was still daytime outside!
As soon as Wang Hu stepped out of the airport, Qian Rou, who had been waiting outside for a long time, recognized him immediately. She excitedly ran towards him like a joyful little bird.
In the blink of an eye, Qian Rou flew to Wang Hu like a light butterfly. She leaped up and, like an elf, hugged Wang Hu's neck tightly.
Immediately afterwards, her cherry-red lips, as alluring as a magnet, pressed against Wang Hu's lips and kissed him.
At the same time, her legs were wrapped tightly around Wang Hu's waist like snakes, as if she was afraid that if she let go, Wang Hu would disappear like smoke.
Since arriving in the United States, she had been deeply troubled by a profound longing, the source of which was Wang Hu, who was far away in China. However, despite the overwhelming longing, she never had the courage to embark on the journey back home.
Finally, one day, she reunited with Wang Hu. At that moment, she felt as if she were melting into Wang Hu's embrace, wishing she could merge her entire body into his.
As their lips parted slightly, leaving only a thin, thread-like slit between them, Wang Hu gazed at the beautiful woman before him and softly asked, "Did you miss me?"
Qian Rou shyly buried her head in Wang Hu's arms and replied in a low, slightly nasal voice, "I have."
Wang Hu smiled slightly, gently patted her round, perky buttocks, and said tenderly, "Why didn't you call me once? I have to call you first?"
Qian Rou's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple. She explained somewhat embarrassedly, "I thought you were just trying to make me happy, so I didn't dare to call you."
Wang Hu's lips curled up slightly, and he responded with a half-smile, "Hmm~" Then, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Qian Rou's delicate little bottom again with a "smack," and then said in a deliberately stern tone, "Let's see how I punish you today!"
Qian Rou naturally understood what Wang Hu meant by "punishment." Her eyes became watery, like a deep pool, filled with endless longing and expectation, as she stared straight at Wang Hu.
Wang Hu said, "Let's go, take me to where you live!" and then prepared to put her down.
Qian Rou hugged Wang Hu even tighter, not wanting to get down. "My car is in the parking lot, carry me there!"
Qian Rou lived on Broadway, east of Chinatown in New York. The place was quite dilapidated, and Wang Hu frowned as he looked at it after getting out of the car.
Wang Hu looked at Qian Rou beside him and asked, "Why are you living here? This place must be dangerous!"
Qian Rou said, "Xiao Guo and I don't have jobs yet, and we're afraid we'll run out of money and have nowhere to eat, so we rented a cheap place first!"
"I specifically told you to call me if you needed money, but you completely ignored me. Just wait and see how I punish you!"
After saying that, he hugged the money and pushed open the rusty security door in front of him.
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