Rebirth of wealth and freedom starts from the World Cup

Chapter 147 Free and Beautiful Country Lives Happy Every Day

The mixed-race beauty on the plane was indeed very beautiful, but Zhao Zixuan was not the kind of virgin who had never seen the world.

What's more, we know each other.

When he walked towards her, she had already stood up gracefully and greeted him with a smile: "Hello, Mr. Zhao."

"Hello. You have a good memory. We have only met once, and you actually remember me?"

Zhao Zixuan looked a little surprised. He really didn't expect that this beautiful woman would remember him.

Their interactions were limited to one meeting, during which they did not even speak to each other, except for a few brief eye contact.

"You are my boss's boss, so I naturally dare not forget it." The beautiful woman answered respectfully. Her voice was like the sound of nature, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

Her long straight black hair contrasted beautifully with her blue eyes. She was tall and slender, and wearing a pair of high heels, she was only half a head shorter than Zhao Zixuan when standing next to him.

Zhao Zixuan got straight to the point and said, "I'm glad you didn't forget. This is what happened. A friend of mine thinks you're very beautiful, and he wants to ask you for your contact information. Is that convenient?"

The mixed-race beauty seemed a little surprised, but then she looked in Zhang Lei's direction, smiled politely, and appeared calm and generous.

"Of course, Mr. Zhao. My name is Stella, and this is my business card."

As she spoke, she took out a business card from her bag and handed it to Zhao Zixuan.

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries until the flight attendant came over to interrupt them. Stella reluctantly watched Zhao Zixuan return to his seat.

Zhang Lei was stunned watching from the side. He really didn't expect that Zhao Zixuan could chat so passionately with such a beautiful woman.

As soon as Zhao Zixuan sat down, Zhang Lei couldn't wait to ask, "What's going on? When did you become so talkative? What did you say to her? Why did she talk to you for so long? And the way she looked at you was not right. Tell the truth!"

Zhao Zixuan was not in a position to reveal the truth, mainly because Zhang Lei probably wouldn't believe it even if he told him.

So, he threw out an excuse he had prepared long ago, and said with a light smile: "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that she and I have known each other for a long time. Her name is Stella, and this is her business card. I have already got her contact information for you."

Zhang Lei's eyes widened, he raised his middle finger, and said jokingly: "Damn! Did you dig a hole a long time ago, waiting for me to jump in?"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at him sideways, with a slight smile on his face. "Whatever you think, I've already got the business card for you. It's up to you to decide whether you want it or not."

He deliberately waved the business card in his hand, with a hint of teasing in his eyes.

Zhang Lei hurriedly reached out to grab it, but Zhao Zixuan dodged it nimbly.

"Hey! What are you doing? Give me your business card!" Zhang Lei said anxiously.

"Don't be anxious. You haven't forgotten what our bet is, have you?" Zhao Zixuan asked leisurely.

Zhang Lei was speechless for a moment.

Zhao Zixuan wanted to force Zhang Lei to speak, otherwise he really didn't intend to hand over this business card easily.

He understood that Zhang Lei was still a guy with the desire but not the courage to do it, at least for the time being.

As for whether it will become a greasy rolling block in the future, that is another matter.

"My foster father is here, please accept my child's respect!"

Zhang Lei had no choice but to compromise. He respectfully called him foster father and made a fist-holding gesture, "Can you give me your business card now?"

Zhao Zixuan laughed loudly and threw the business card to Zhang Lei. "Remember this title. You have to call me godfather in the next few days."

Although Zhang Lei rolled his eyes, he was not really angry.

After all, all the expenses for this trip to the United States were paid by Boss Zhao. He provided me with such a good travel opportunity, so calling him godfather for a few days was not a big deal.

The main thing is a free prostitute.

Afterwards, Zhang Lei asked Zhao Zixuan about Stella's situation, but the latter was very perfunctory. He said a few words and then tried to sleep, not giving Zhang Lei a chance to learn more.

The main reason is that Zhao Zixuan himself is not familiar with Stella, otherwise he could really talk to Zhang Lei about it.

The plane landed smoothly in Los Angeles, a foreign country, and the long journey of eleven and a half hours finally came to an end.

Everyone walked down the gangway one by one and came to the busy airport hall.

While picking up her luggage, Stella chatted casually with Zhang Lei and Zhao Zixuan.

Zhang Lei seized the opportunity and offered to help Stella share the luggage. At the same time, he also winked at Zhao Zixuan, indicating that he should help as well.

However, Zhao Zixuan acted as if nothing had happened, carrying his backpack and walking lightly in front, with no intention of helping at all.

Zhang Lei reluctantly picked up their luggage. He wanted to chat with Stella for a few more words, but found that her attention was always focused on Zhao Zixuan. This made Zhang Lei feel a little embarrassed and felt like a superfluous person.

He tried hard to find topics to talk about and tried to join in the conversation between the two people next to him, but he was ultimately defeated and could only follow them silently, feeling mixed emotions.

After leaving the airport, Stella enthusiastically invited Zhao Zixuan and Zhang Lei to take a ride together.

Zhang Lei naturally wanted it very much, but Zhao Zixuan politely declined her kindness.

Zhao Zixuan was worried that if he said too much, it would arouse Zhang Lei's suspicion. After all, he had not yet told this good brother about his company.

Before leaving, Zhao Zixuan leaned close to Stella's ear and whispered a few words.

Although Zhang Lei couldn't hear what they were whispering, he saw Stella nodded respectfully, as if she had agreed to one of Zhao Zixuan's requests.

After they separated, Zhang Lei's curiosity was completely ignited, and he asked about the secret between Zhao Zixuan and Stella.

Zhao Zixuan was a little impatient when asked, and finally confessed: "Stella's boss is my friend."

Zhang Lei's curiosity grew, and he continued to ask, "Is Stella's boss a man or a woman? Is she also a beautiful woman? Then the question is, who is prettier, Stella or her boss?"

Zhao Zixuan's mind flashed with the image of the strong woman with both temperament and beauty, and he answered without hesitation: “Let me tell you this, Stella is not even as good as her boss’s hair.”

Zhang Lei didn't believe it and pretended to be angry and said, "I don't allow you to say that about Stella! From today on, she is the muse in my heart!"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at him with disdain and said sarcastically, "Goddess? How many goddesses have you had since you were a child? Can you still count them yourself? I'm afraid one hand is not enough, right?"

Zhang Lei actually started counting with his fingers seriously, and in the end there were still zeros and integers, so he counted to exactly twenty-one.

Zhao Zixuan couldn't help but tease after hearing this: "You are amazing. You have 21 goddesses at the age of 20. Are you planning to change a goddess every year?"

Zhang Lei denied it righteously: "No, from today on, Stella is my only goddess! I want to pursue her wholeheartedly. You must help me with this matter. My happy sex life for the rest of my life depends on you. Come and help me if you are a brother!"

Zhao Zixuan laughed and didn't take it seriously.

As a childhood friend, he still knows Zhang Lei very well. Don't listen to Zhang Lei's words about goddess and love. It's just a three-minute enthusiasm. Once that time node is passed, there will be only one result in the end...

Zhang Lei: Who are you? Don't disturb me playing games.

Influenced by him, Zhao Zixuan was also such a straight male cancer for a time.

Because of this, he also hurt the hearts of many good girls.

But he figured it out later. What's so fun about the game? Isn't it nice to see a soft, cute and sweet young girl who would get angry for a long time if you slap her?
Half an hour later, the two checked into a five-star hotel in Los Angeles and booked only one room.

double room.

The two beds are just right for each person, and you can chat and joke with your bare chest at night, which is better than playing with your phone alone in the room.

Late at night, the only sound in the silent room was the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Zhang Lei walked out of the steamy bathroom, water droplets still hanging on his skin, highlighting his well-defined eight-pack abs.

He caught a glimpse of Zhao Zixuan sitting on the edge of the bed, his brows furrowed, his fingers sliding quickly on his brand new iPhone 6.

Zhang Lei joked, "What's wrong? Is there a problem that our powerful Master Zhao can't solve?"

Zhao Zixuan raised his head, his eyes swept over Zhang Lei's muscles, with a little envy in his eyes, and said: "It's a bit troublesome. I really didn't expect that tickets for the first game of the NBA Finals would be so difficult to buy. I have raised the price to ten times the original price, but no one is willing to sell the tickets."

Zhang Lei smiled and said, "It's enough to have a ticket. It doesn't matter if you sit in the front or not, you can still watch the game, right?"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at him and said dissatisfiedly, "This is the NBA Finals. I finally get to come here, so of course I have to sit in the front row to enjoy it. I also want to find a chance to say a few words to Curry. It would be even better if we could take a photo together."

Zhang Lei's eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Can you get me a ticket to sit next to James? I want to take a photo with him, too. I want to show off to my roommates when I get back. They will be so jealous of me taking a photo with the little emperor!"

Zhao Zixuan glanced at him with a hint of disdain in his tone: "It's easy to say, who doesn't want to sit next to James? Do you think you can get a ticket just by talking?"

He paused and continued, "First-row tickets for the NBA Finals are not necessarily available even if you have money."

Zhang Lei held his chin and fell into deep thought. The image of the beautiful goddess Stella on the plane emerged in his mind.

He suggested tentatively: "How about I give Stella a call? She works here, maybe she can get the tickets."

Zhao Zixuan saw through his thoughts at a glance, but smiled indifferently: "If you want to call them, just call them directly, why go through so much trouble. But now that you said that, it reminds me, why do I have to find a way to buy the ticket myself?"

Zhang Lei looked at him with a stern look in his eyes and jokingly asked, "Why? Do you still have an old lover here?"

Zhao Zixuan did not answer him, but flipped through the address book in his mobile phone, found Mao Yourong's number, and pressed the dial button without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)