Mixed In the United States As a Local Tyrant

  Chapter 52

  A few days later, An Feng took a flight to Los Angeles.

  Called Roger to make an appointment to meet at the banking department of American Express. After walking out of the airport, he met John Adams who picked him up, got in his car, and went to an address provided by Roger. He arrived about half an hour later, and after getting off the car, he gave a warm hug to Roger who came out to pick him up.

   "How are you doing these days?" Roger said.

   "It's okay." An Feng let go of him, looked at Roger who was dressed in casual clothes, and joked, "Isn't that how you go to work?"

  Roger smiled heartily: "If I hadn't heard that you were coming, I'm afraid I would still be dancing at someone else's party!"

  An Feng was speechless, this is the most capable employee of the year, right?

   "This is John, my assistant. Roger, my friend, the banker." An Feng introduced the two of them by the way.

  After the two also met, Roger walked in front and led the way: "Come on, friend! Let's have a good chat and have a few martinis!"

Facts have proved that high-end people are better than others even in part-time jobs. In a huge VIP reception room, Roger and An Feng are drinking, chatting and talking about sports cars, women and parties, and Roger Negotiate with An Feng's secretary assistant and the like.

In fact, the banking department of American Express is not very strong, at least not as good as giants such as ****, Bank of America, and Citigroup. The strongest of American Express is its ubiquitous travel services. Through these services, it provides customers with debit cards, Credit cards and travelers cheques. Therefore, its background service is very strong, such as Anfeng's phone secretary who does everything, almost any request can be fulfilled through the huge background.

  Talking about the loan issue, Roger asked curiously: "A loan of nearly 100 million yuan, have you made any big moves recently?"

   "I found a way to make money." An Feng said mysteriously, "Are you interested?"

   "Tell me about it," said Roger.

   "High-tech, computer processor chips..." An Feng said a lot, including total investment, current development status and future, etc.

  After listening to Roger, he praised: "You are so brave!"

   "Because I have this ability." An Feng said confidently.

   "I wish you success!" Roger raised his glass.

   "Thank you." An Feng clinked glasses with him, "Having said so much, do you intend to join my next-generation technology army?"

  Roger said with a smile: "I don't think you are here to get a loan, but to pull me into trouble."

"It can also be said that I have to attract some investment to reduce my risk, right?" An Feng admitted without hesitation. Doing business with Americans is like fighting a war. There is no need to beat around the bush. After the negotiation is completed, everyone becomes Good friends like family. He has seen the last negotiation with Tailan.

  He is not short of money this time, what he needs is contacts, such as Roger, who has a wide network of connections behind him.

Roger thought for a while, and said cautiously: "You have to let me think. To be honest, if you hadn't said the word graphene to me today, I would have almost forgotten the 'charcoal gold' craze a few years ago. At that time But it became popular. The Nobel Prize brought out graphene. The news media shouted that a new era has arrived. Graphene became popular overnight. one."

  An Feng said: "That's different. The ones you mentioned are speculated through the relationship between supply and demand, and opportunism dominates, but mine is completely based on technological strength."

  Roger nodded: "Well, I believe you."

   Come on, no one is a three-year-old kid, so talking too much is useless. An Feng has a chance that has almost succeeded, like a gamble with a predictable outcome. He also offered an olive branch because he thought Roger was easy to talk to. As for whether the other party can seize this opportunity, it depends on luck.

  John and Roger's assistants fought until the afternoon. An Feng and Roger played online games with their mobile phones idly, brushing each other's records. After the battery was almost exhausted, the agreement was initially drawn up. With Anfeng's high-quality diamonds stored in the safe of Express as collateral, the estimated value is 100 million.

But banks are all vampires. It is impossible for them to give you a 100% mortgage rate, such as gold and diamonds. The major banks fluctuate greatly. The mortgage rate of 60 to 70 percentage points is the most common. Originally, AmEx gave 70% %, but John raised it to 80% after a verbal battle with the opponent.

  The agreement is 80 million U.S. dollars, calculated according to the market interest rate for the same period, and the principal will be paid with interest after three years, and the interest alone will be as high as 15 million U.S. dollars.

   An Feng browsed the contract, there are many clauses, and a lot of names need to be signed, but before that, a lawyer needs to check it. It is still a bit troublesome to handle high-value personal mortgage loans. Fortunately, the assistant John has full authority to handle it, and An Feng can only sign dozens of names with a pen at most.

  The matter could not be completed in one day. It was easy for Roger to pass, but it still takes a little time for the bank, especially for personal loans.

  After the discussion, the bank got off work, and Roger said: "Bruce, don't you go back tonight? There is a party for young people at my house, do you want to attend?"

  An Feng thought about it, and staying in a hotel alone is quite boring, so he agreed.

   "I'll see you off," said Roger.

  An Feng said to John: "John, go back first, I will inform you again if there is something to do."

  John nodded, took the briefcase and left.

   Walk out of the bank, get into Roger's Maserati sports car and leave. Roger recommended a hotel with a good environment to him, and agreed to pick him up at night. An Feng took a shower at the hotel, changed his clothes and went to the restaurant to have some dinner. Western-style grilled steak, I have eaten too much recently, and it feels so-so.

In the evening, when Roger came to pick him up, An Feng thought that the car would go to the suburbs. Unexpectedly, Roger drove directly to the city center, came to a block with dense high-rise buildings, and finally parked in the underground parking lot of a building. An Feng took the special elevator that needed to swipe his card to the top floor.

   "Wow, you can really play!"

   This was the first sentence An Feng said when he stepped out of the elevator. The mansion built on the roof of a building with more than 20 floors is two floors high, mostly in simple white tones, and the design is very modern and technological. Outside is an open-air swimming pool, the same as An Feng's home, with a frameless design that overlooks the entire hustle and bustle of the city.

   "Not bad, right?" Roger proudly introduced the furnishings in the house to An Feng, "I bought this from a friend, and it took a lot of effort to redecorate it!"

  An Feng looked around, the room was very quiet, there were not many people, but there was constant music outside the room, and a large group of young people gathered to play around, most of them were beautiful women. A graceful body swims in the heated swimming pool, and the beauties in bikinis by the pool spare no effort to show off their beauty. Specially hired party waiters shuttle among them with plates, providing thoughtful service to every guest in need.

   "It's really good!" An Feng was not stingy with words of praise. Luo Jie took An Feng all the way outside, and every girl and young man who came and went greeted him.

  Roger smiled and said to An Feng: "It's right that you didn't bring your girlfriend over tonight, because there will be a **** party for men and women!"

  An Feng was taken aback, wait, what does a **** party mean?

  Roger jumped onto the table and signaled the DJ to stop the music first. Clap your hands to let everyone's attention focus on him, glance around first, and then say: "I'm very glad that you all came to this party tonight. Before the excitement begins, I will introduce a friend from China—"

   "Bruce!" Roger pointed to An Feng next to him with both hands, and everyone's eyes fell on him.

  An Feng smiled, such a grand introduction is needed.

"Bruce is the most compatible Chinese with me! He is not only a young rich man, but also a real version of Iron Man! But our Chinese friends are a little shy, let's cheer for his arrival! Ladies and gentlemen! Tonight He must be made to feel the warmth of America!"

The crowd below cheered, and the eyes of the girls lingered on An Feng. If a man of yellow race interested them in general, it would be different if they added a rich man. In addition, Roger's exaggerated introduction was deliberately attractive, and then In addition, An Feng has a handsome figure after taking off his clothes—

   "Bruce!"

   "Bruce!"

The wine glasses were delivered, and due to everyone's enthusiasm, An Feng had to drink a full glass of beer to everyone. Roger gave him a thumbs up, then took off his shirt, and announced loudly: "The party has officially started !" The music sounded immediately, and a series of laughter and shouts came, An Feng turned his head and saw that the girls all took off their pitiful jackets, and they were all white. People don't know where to put their eyes, and they don't know whether to look at it or not to look at it. Isn't this instigating a crime?

Looking at Roger again, this guy doesn't look out at all, he kisses, touches, sings, dances to DJ music with his sister in his arms, and keeps waving at An Feng, making him feel like he's strayed into a pack of wolves, who knows His back and arms softened, a girl pushed him, another girl hugged his arm, and pulled him over with a smile.

  Unknown to An Feng, he was invited to the center of a large group of girls, surrounded by white meat, and they deliberately rubbed themselves on them. Depend on! You think I'm a bully, don't you? An Feng looked at this group of arrogant girls, he might not be a man tonight, and he took on the mission of fighting against Yanma himself.

  (end of this chapter)