King of Capital

Chapter 50: The American people also value human feelings
As the fastest mass-produced sports car in the world, when the Bugatti Veyron flaps its tail and drives over the viaduct, all its prey will be devoured alive.

After the hunt, the Bugatti Veyron, which could not find its opponent, stopped by the roadside with its engine roaring lazily. The car window was lowered and the slightly salty and cool sea breeze blew past his face. Xie Jingxing asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

Su He held the seat belt with both hands, his face pale and silent.

Xie Jing Xing spit out his chewing gum and lit a cigarette for himself, then relaxed his body, leaned against the back of the chair and raised his wrist.

At one minute and twenty seconds, the Nissan GTR appeared in the rearview mirror of the Bugatti Veyron. He smiled proudly, stretched his hand out of the window, raised a finger and shook it.

"Hou Li Crab, man, you are definitely modified!"

"Man, I have to say you have pretty good driving skills, but it's a pity that it's my little brother who's sitting in the driver's seat of our car today. If I were driving, the difference wouldn't be more than a minute!"

"Hey man, can you step on the gas so I can take a picture of you? This car is so cool!"

The GTR slowed down and several dark heads popped out and shouted loudly. Xie Jingxing put his elbows on the car window and put his palms to his ears to indicate that he couldn't hear.

"Hey! Yo! Okay okay, you win."

A few black people spoke in a hip-hop tone and laughed and admitted their defeat, and GTR slowly left.

Xie Jingxing found a bottle of mineral water and unscrewed the cap: "Here, sorry, it looks like you are not used to driving fast."

"Wow!"

Su He took the mineral water and splashed it at him.

Xie Jingxing didn't react in time and got his face wet. The cigarette butt was extinguished and a large area of ​​his body was wet. He explained awkwardly: "I saw that you usually exercise, I thought you..."

Su He remained silent, but interrupted his words with actions, waving his fists wildly to vent his anger.

When the Bugatti Veyron lifted its tail wing just now, its top speed reached 300 kilometers per hour, so Xie Jingxing knew he was in the wrong and did not resist. He just lowered his head to protect his face with one hand and used the other hand to barely prevent the steamed bun-sized fist from falling on him.

"You want to die?"

Su He suddenly shouted with gritted teeth.

Xie Jingxing raised his head and blinked, then angrily retracted his claws that had been pressing on the steamed buns at some point... Then, fists as big as raindrops fell on him even more crazily...

"Walk."

A few minutes later, Su He said in a tired and cold voice.

Xie Jingxing's clothes were disheveled and he looked embarrassed. He gritted his teeth and gently touched the bloody mark on his neck: "No more oil."

The Ferghana horse under Cao Cao's crotch required one bundle of grass as fuel for 100 kilometers, while the Ferghana horse under him required two tanks of oil for 100 kilometers.

Su He picked up her bag and got out of the car without saying anything. Just a few steps away, she saw a police car coming. Several highway patrol officers got out of the car and saw that it was an Asian yellow-skinned woman. They untied their hands on her waist and blocked her way and asked, "Ma'am, are you in any trouble?"

"Our car is out of gas and we need roadside assistance." Su He calmed himself down and forced a smile to deal with it.

Things didn't go as planned, so the burly male police officer got straight to the point: "Okay, but before that I have to check your ID. You are speeding by more than 100%."

"Sir, we are from China and just arrived in San Francisco a few hours ago. We are on a business trip to Menlo Park. We are very sorry to have caused trouble to your work, but please believe that we did not mean it. We do not understand the local traffic laws in California." Su He tried his best to explain.

The male police officer looked at her seriously for a few seconds, then glanced at the top luxury car worth millions of dollars, and couldn't help laughing: "Madam, please believe me, I meet more than five Asians every month who try to escape legal sanctions on the grounds that they can't understand English. Of course, I am not discriminating."

"I am just stating a fact. You Chinese are all very rich, but I think even in China you are a minority of the very wealthy. You should have a higher level of social awareness than the average person. Except for Germany, no country in the world allows a speed of 300 kilometers per hour on its highways."

Su He was speechless and held his forehead with his hand dejectedly. He turned around anxiously and looked at Xie Jingxing, who was leaning against the car door and chatting and laughing with a young female police officer.

"Please allow me to once again apologize for the inconvenience this has caused you."

Su He barely controlled his emotions, took out his wallet and pulled out a dozen hundred-dollar green bills without counting them: "Excuse me, what kind of ticket do we need to accept? We are indeed on a tight schedule on our business trip. Here are our return tickets. We have to go back tomorrow night."

She put the greenback under the ticket and handed it to the policeman with a stiff smile on her face.

"Ma'am, I suggest you hire a good lawyer instead of repeatedly trying to evade the law."

The male policeman's respect for the top luxury cars was completely exhausted, and he gave a serious warning with a stern face.

Su He pursed his lips weakly, took back the plane ticket and greenbacks with an embarrassed smile, and thought about the follow-up remedial measures and how to change the meeting time with Jim Gotz.

At this moment, the female police officer came over and nodded to her in a friendly manner, then pulled the male police officer who was communicating with her aside and showed her a black and gold card. The two talked for a few words and then shrugged and looked at each other helplessly.

The male police officer put his hands on his hips and walked to the side of the car: "Sir, you are speeding."

"I'm sorry, I haven't been to California for a long time. I like the driving experience of the beautiful scenery on both sides of the road. Officer, you know, people are always excited when they are happy." Xie Jingxing's explanation sounded more like sophistry. But the male policeman actually accepted this statement: "Well, welcome to Menlo Park again, I wish you a pleasant weekend here."

"Thank you very much." Xie Jingxing made an American soldier's salute gesture.

The male police officer raised his eyebrows in pain: "But I still have to remind you that as a respected rich man, you should support our work more than ordinary people. Don't do it again, sir."

"I will write a thank you letter for your tolerance." Xie Jingxing promised.

The male police officer immediately showed his understanding and used the car's intercom to help call for road rescue. He also personally put up a warning sign on the side of the road, said a few polite words, and then said goodbye and left.

Su He watched the highway patrol police go away with a look of disappointment, then turned her gaze to the bastard who was smiling leisurely, and felt like a fool.

"This card is called a 'get-out-of-jail-free card' in the United States, and it's just what the name suggests."

Not getting a response, Xie Jingxing continued to explain: "This is the first time I've used this card today, I don't know how effective it will be, while you're stalling for time I've also been thinking of a solution."

"I didn't delay the time. I tried to bribe him but failed. Do you have a way?" Su He said in a gloomy way and got into the car.

Xie Jingxing threw the card to her: "In fact, this is also bribery. Donating 500,000 US dollars to the police department every year can get a little convenience. The father of one of my college classmates is a billionaire in California. His family can get a kilogram of such cards for free every year with the taxes he pays. He invited me to his house during the winter vacation last year and gave it to me. It is only valid in California."

"So what?" Su He refused to listen.

Xie Jing Xing smacked his lips. “So the American people also value favors. It’s not my own ability that I was able to deal with him. And you did a great job. If you must say, it’s not that they don’t accept bribes, but they just have a big appetite. You shouldn’t be discouraged after trying once. If you add a little more money, you might succeed.”

"You are very strong. You almost beat me."

Su He imitated his tone, paused and asked: "Does this make you feel accomplished?"

"OK, I'm guilty of speeding, I deserve to die."

Xie Jingxing impatiently turned his head away, held the back of his head with both hands, closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap. The wind wet his clothes and stuck to his body, making him feel cool and calm.

It seems that they have traveled across the ocean and are unfamiliar with the place. Both he and Su He have revealed their true nature. No wonder people say that whether a couple can get married and travel together will be known only after one trip. It's really hard to bear.

Su He folded her arms and looked at the waves rolling under the viaduct. She didn't know what she was thinking until the road rescue arrived and refueled the car. She calmed down and took the initiative to compromise and break the silence: "Jim Goetz is a leftist who publicly supports immigration on different occasions. He believes that immigrants can bring creativity to this country."

"Sounds more like a moderate conservative."

Xie Jing Xing realized that his words were ambiguous, and added: "What I mean is, at least he won't resist us."

"As of now, WhatsApp seems to have the potential to become his most successful investment, and he has been with Sequoia for less than ten years." Su He continued to talk about the intelligence he had collected.

Xie Jingxing analyzed: "He needs a big cake, and needs someone to describe a bright future for him. Tencent is the best choice."

"An extremely high return on investment or a great technology startup can become a masterpiece in his career." Su He calmed down completely and followed his thoughts.

As the old saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting. She and Xie Jingxing had been torturing each other with fists and feet for a week, even beating and scolding each other. Although they were getting more and more disgusted with each other, they also couldn't help but get more and more tacit understanding.

Xie Jingxing was secretly satisfied, thinking that this woman was somewhat useful and better than a mascot.

The two of them discussed back and forth, crossed the viaduct and arrived in Menlo Park, first went to the booked hotel to take a shower, change clothes and take a two-hour nap to rest up.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the two drove out to the agreed restaurant to wait for the meeting. Su He paid attention to details and ordered a table of afternoon tea snacks that were so sweet that they were choking. The Americans in Zhenghuangqi liked this.

Jim Goetz is a mild-mannered, medium-built, bronze-skinned, genuine Midwestern redneck who likes cars, guns, and alcohol.

If it weren't for his higher education background as a graduate of Stanford, Xie Jingxing would have suspected that he was definitely a redneck.

"When people discuss various top supercars, they always assume that Bugatti Veyron is not in the discussion, because Bugatti Veyron is a GT. Only the car that can keep running on the road forever with the accelerator pressed is called a GT. The car that can only do laps on the track and be put on a trailer for parade and exhibition to gain people's envy is not a GT."

Jim Goetz stared out the window at the Bugatti Veyron parked on the side of the road with a gentle look as if he was appreciating a work of art.

Su He was overwhelmed by the novel opening remarks, and she resigned herself to her fate and handed over the initiative to Xie Jingxing.

"I agree, Ferrari is just a woman." As a result, Xie Jingxing made her angry again.

Jim Goetz was also confused: "...Well, the Ferrari is indeed a bit soft, I prefer the Porsche."

"Bentley Continental is also good."

Xie Jingxing has collected almost all the top GT models currently on sale by all luxury car brands except Ferrari. Among them, he likes Bentley and Aston Martin the most, followed by Porsche.

(End of this chapter)