Legendary American Tycoon

There was a crackling noise. The horse's face was pulled down, very upset, when he was about to bash him back. The person who pulled him before took advantage of the situation and gave him a brainstorm.

"Don't you know! White is the one who created LUMBLAR." The man saw Ma's face dumbly and didn't respond. Thinking that Ma's face didn't understand, this person added another sentence, "In other words. White is the host who has been chatting with us in the group these days. Do you understand?"

The face of Ivan Kama, who responded, felt very unbelievable. He turned his head abruptly, and the muscles on both sides of the face were so exciting: "How is it possible!"

"Why is it impossible?" The person said, "Now think about it carefully, isn't it normal? White said before that he would make a website better than blogs. Now, this is LUMBLAR."

Until this sentence, a word awakened the dreamer. Ivan Kama sighed long and covered his face with his hands. From the gap between the fingers, the eyelashes and eyes of Ma's face were trembling constantly. And the muscles on both sides of his nose, which were expanded because of grief and anger, shuddered violently.

When Ma's face touched the wet wine stains on his face, his hands that were constantly rubbing his face seemed to shake uncontrollably. Ma Lian broke away angrily, stretched out an index finger, and pointed straight at the second floor.

"Even so, we can't give in!" Ma turned to the public, eager for their approval. His shoulders trembled, because of intense grief, "This man, this man lied to us again! We can never forgive him. Brothers, absolutely can't."

However, Ma Lian's surprise was. This group of young men and women, who are collectively referred to as the Stanford sociables, have their usual clever tongues, but today they seem to be glued on by strong glue. No one speaks, whose lips are trembling, but they just don't speak.

"What's the matter with you!"

Seeing this group of lifeless and spineless, Ma Lian opened his throat and roared into the sky. He rolled up his sleeves, showing his thin arms. Looking left and right at the elevator and stairs, Ma Lian was planning to go up to the second floor alone to smash the trap that White had woven.

"You made a mistake, Ivanka." White stood the glass on the railing and said, "I didn't deceive anyone. I didn't intend to conceal my identity from the beginning. Now you see it, I will announce it too. Confessed."

White asked the group of young people with their heads down: "I created this website just to provide you with a public platform for making friends. I launched the photo wall event just to make you reach each other more quickly. Yes. Friends, am I deceiving you?"

There was a silent silence below. White saw that they both closed their lips. But White knew that even though they were pretending to be so quiet on the outside, they actually had a mess of porridge inside, and they had already exploded.

Maybe they are thinking about how to respond. Maybe they are thinking about how true or false White's words are.

At this moment, White saw the bearded Boston boss in the corner. The boss kept looking down to clean the glass, but at this time, the boss raised his head. He raised a glass in White's direction, and even at this distance, the boss' smile still seemed so sincere.

Seeing this, White also picked up the gin glass that was standing on the railing with difficulty. After making a smashing motion to the bearded boss, White threw the gin glass down the second floor.

The glass fell to the ground with a sharp whine.

This is just the beginning. And this unprepared sound of glass breaking is the beginning of breaking all silence. If White opened his hands at this moment, he would make a gesture of embracing the world. I'm afraid the group of people downstairs will be happy too.

White said: "My friends. I want to show you the most perfect networking event today. In the future, there will only be more and more events of this kind. I contracted this bar to show my sincerest sincerity. Friends. , Why don't you enjoy everything in the bar?"

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White stretched his arms up in the air. White's mouth was smiling, and his eyes slowly swept over all the people downstairs who looked up at him. In the gaze of these people, White used his **** and thumb to make a crisp and loud snap.

Subsequently, the bearded boss played the frantic and passionate Spanish dance music as they had agreed before.

The moment the music suddenly sounded, people were crazy. Indulge in this dimly lit bar. Indulge in this night of unknown destination.

If you happen to be standing next to a person of the opposite **** who looks exactly what you want, you will hug that person without hesitation, and then pounce on the broad dance floor. Like jumping into the sea of ​​frantic crowds. Surrounded by people dancing fiercely to Spanish dance music.

White walked out of the private room when these people were reveling. Evelyn did not follow, but White knew. Evelyn's gin-like icy blue eyes would watch everything that happened next.

White poured another glass of ice wine and held it in his hand. White walked out of the private room. In order for the people on the first floor to be able to see his walking down completely, White chose the spiral staircase to go down. The golden blankets are spread on the stairs, just like the high-end European cocktail parties of the last century. Perhaps the blanket under your feet really constitutes the existence of such a reception.

White has his waist pocket in one hand and a wine glass in the other. In the deafening music, White walked to the face of Ivan Kama. White looked into the eyes of the horse's face, and his long, pointed face.

"I ask you now, Ivanka. What do you think?"

The carnival-loving Spanish dance music is playing to its climax.

The dull eyes on Ivan Kama's face suddenly became sharp and mean when they scanned White.

"What do I think? You are asking me, what do I think?" Ivanka jumped up and said loudly, "Then I will tell you. I will never let you go. Just as I said before. It's bullshit. I will fight your **** LUMBLAR to the end like you treat your **** software match!

White flipped his wrist and turned the cup toward Ivanka.

As soon as White used his force, a half glass of ice wine in the shining color of the light appeared, and because of White's movements, it was simply and neatly splashed onto Ivanka's face.

"..."

"So now?"

The music gradually lowered, and White's voice asking again seemed louder. Even though his voice is still so calm, there is almost no ups and downs.

"You want to fight my Lumblar to the end, right?"

White said.

Under the light of the huge chandelier, White's face was half dark and half bright. He still maintained the trouser pocket movement, with a cold expression. Behind him is a group of dark and oppressive people. The Stanford students stood behind White, looking at Ivanka, who was standing in front of White, with wolf-like eyes.