Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 554 566 [There will be a period later]

1993, April 1.

United States Washington--
The Green Fluorescent Golf Course is the most famous luxury golf course in the Washington area. Generally speaking, the most powerful business tycoons or political leaders in the United States play here.

At this moment, on an electric golf cart, Song Zhichao was wearing golf clothes, admiring the surrounding environment leisurely.

The tram was moving slowly, and the white driver in front of him was a little surprised, because there are very few Chinese people on occasions like this, and the person I am carrying now is obviously Chinese, and he is also Chinese.

"Sir, there is a golf course in front of you. I don't know which district you want to go to?" The white coachman asked in a casual tone--Americans are not very cold to Chinese, especially Chinese, and neither is the white coachman.

Song Zhichao didn't care about the driver's tone, he helped himself to wear a white golf cap with a capital "A" on it, and said with a smile, "Go to Area A."

The white coachman was stunned secretly. You must know that this golf course is divided into three areas, ABC. Among them, Area A is the highest level. The people who play in this area are generally the top figures in the United States, or foreign dignitaries, such as Say the British Prime Minister, the French President or something.Therefore, anyone who can play in this area is by no means easy.

As a result, the tone of the white coachman became more respectful, "Are you going to Area A? You are not mistaken, I heard that our great American President, Mr. Bill, is playing golf with foreign dignitaries there." There was some doubt in his tone.

Song Zhichao: "That's right, let's go over there."

The white coachman stopped talking, and his original casual appearance became serious.

……

Surrounded by green lawns, occasionally there are some fruit trees, forming small pieces of fruit forests, making the whole golf course more emotional.

The tram moved lightly, and soon, it arrived at Area A of the golf course.

Sure enough, this place is different from other places. The security is heavily guarded. The black and sturdy presidential bodyguards are all wearing sunglasses and earplugs, looking around vigilantly.

The tram that Song Zhichao was on came to the entrance, and one of the black bodyguards, who was stronger than Jin Jiu, reached out and stopped them.

The black man looked cool and cold, and looked at the white coachman with contempt and disdain.

It was the first time the white coachman saw such a battle, so he was a little nervous and apprehensive, so he just got out of the car and pointed to Song Zhichao and said to the black bodyguard, "Hello, this gentleman asked me to bring him here."

The black bodyguard moved his eyes, glanced at Song Zhichao, and suddenly said, "Excuse me, is this Song Zhichao, Mr. Song?" His tone became very polite.

Song Zhichao nodded.

"The President is waiting for you—please come in!" The black bodyguard stepped aside to let Song Zhichao in.

Next to him, the white coachman looked enviously.

……

Song Zhichao strolled into the golf course.

Inside the stadium, three people were playing ball while chatting and laughing happily. Among them, the person who smiled the most was the President of the United States, Clinton.

Clinton caught a glimpse of Song Zhichao, so he said a few words to his friends, handed the golf clubs to his caddy, and walked towards Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao was waiting for him.

Clinton walked up to him, stretched out his hand and said to Song Zhichao, "Congratulations, dear Song, you are now a veritable home appliance tycoon in the United States."

Clinton's remarks did not mean the slightest teasing, on the contrary, they seemed very sincere.

In fact, this is indeed the case. In recent months, Song Zhichao and his Vanke home appliances have been in the limelight. In particular, the DVD invented and created by his company is world-leading, and it has become a hot new brand in the home appliance market. Television sets are also booming, and are now among the best in sales in the United States.

It can be said that with these two home appliances, Song Zhichao has earned more than one billion US dollars in a short period of time, and is known as the king of the new generation of home appliances in the United States.

Song Zhichao shook hands with Clinton and said with a smile, "I dare not say that - without your help, I would not be able to succeed like this."

Clinton let go. "This is what you deserve—to be precise, what you get for investing $3000 million."

Before Song Zhichao could speak, Clinton said again: "So I hope you can understand that from this moment on, there will be no separation between you and me, do you understand?" His tone was threatening and stern.

Song Zhichao smiled, only now could he feel the aura of Clinton as president.

Sure enough, people will change, especially after gaining power.

Of course, Song Zhichao is also a sensible person. He knows that the Clinton in front of him is no longer the little character who asks for sponsors everywhere - the President of the United States. I am afraid that many people will be in awe when they see this status.

"Of course, I understand." Song Zhichao took out a cigarette case from his arms, flicked one, and handed it to Clinton.

Clinton frowned, "I don't smoke --- smoking is not allowed here, smoking will destroy the clean environment here."

Song Zhichao smiled, ignored Clinton's words, took out the lighter, folded his hands, lit it, took a puff leisurely, and spat it out in front of Clinton.

Clinton frowned even harder.

Song Zhichao didn't seem to see him, and said with a cigarette between his hands, "I know very well that the transaction between you and me ends here, but I believe that the fate between you and me is not over yet."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I mean I'm going back to Hong Kong, I'm leaving America soon, and you can rest easy and be your President of the United States - yes, no one will force you to make a goddamn home appliance anymore Spokesperson, no one will ask you to pay back the debt of favor... Your and my accounts, as you said, have been settled."

Clinton stared at Song Zhichao with falconry eyes, as if he wanted to see through him. Unfortunately, Song Zhichao looked calm and did not show any nervousness or panic under his gaze.

Clinton suddenly laughed, and a smile overflowed his original serious face: "Dear Song, are you going back to Hong Kong? Well, I'm here to congratulate you on a smooth journey in advance--yes, if I remember correctly, are you going back to Hong Kong?" In order to celebrate the Spring Festival, then I wish you a happy Spring Festival—although I don’t quite understand why you Chinese value the Spring Festival so much.”

Song Zhichao stretched out his hand to hold the cigarette, flicked the ash, and answered Clinton with a smile: "If you understand why Americans like Christmas so much, you will understand why we Chinese like Spring Festival—finally..." Song Zhichao held the cigarette in his hand. Pointing to Clinton's playing partner, "I wish you the best of the best and a successful start!"

Clinton smiled: "You are the same--keep in touch when you return to Hong Kong--walk slowly, don't send it off!"

Song Zhichao smiled slightly, flicked the cigarette butt at Clinton's feet contemptuously, and said, "There will be a time later!"

Then, he turned and left.

Looking at the back of Song Zhichao leaving, Clinton took a deep breath, as if he had dropped a huge boulder at this moment.

(End of this chapter)