Legendary American Tycoon

Ivan Kama's face hadn't spoken yet, and some of the young people who got together murmured in exclamation: "This is? White Engelson?" Before that, White had been famous throughout Stanford. Someone recognized him at this time, and he was not surprised at all.

Because of this episode, those who originally danced on the dance floor put down their wine glasses and cast their sights on the second floor. They raised their heads, in this groggy Boston bar, like a courtier. The eyes that raised their heads shone like they were filled with water.

And White's figure in these gleaming reflections, like time and space shuttle, quickly pulled to the second floor of the bar.

White was about to raise his hand, reaching out to say hello to these small and low people. Evelyn's voice came from behind. At this time, Evelyn had retreated from the railing. Now, Evelyn lifted up her elegant and lazy Erlang legs and leaned her body on the back of the soft sofa.

"You are too smug. White."

White put his hand down, and when he tilted his head, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Really? Maybe it is."

When White turned his body to the first floor again. White's eyes are full of concentration. He stared at Ivan Kama's face on the first floor with all his attention, trying to see from Ivanka's messy and embarrassed face what he would do next.

Ivan Kama slammed the people around him with his face, looked left and right, kicked over the bottles and jars on the glass table.

Several pancakes made by Evelyn fell from the white ceramic plate.

With a low scream on his face, Ivan Kama jumped on the glass table with a span of his thigh. When he stood on the table, he was still swaying from side to side because of the unstable center of gravity.

Ivan Kama's face seemed to feel as if he jumped onto this table and he was at the same height as White. Ivan Kama held this mentality on his face, his face tense and his muscles trembling slightly. If you look closely, you will find that the roots of his teeth are trembling slightly.

"White! What are you doing here?" Ivanka sneered. "I didn't see you on the photo wall."

White smiled. White said nothing, he wanted to continue to see what Ivan Kama said back.

Afterwards, Ivanka saw that White didn't say anything, naively thinking that it was her own words that stabbed White's pain. These reckless and reckless men always think that the higher the aura, the easier it is to win. So Ivan Kama's face continued to strengthen for himself. He seemed to feel that those whistles around him were cheering for himself.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You are just one, because you developed a hacking software, and you briefly went on fire at Stanford, and then quickly became a cowardly mouse like a rat crossing the street." Ivanka He put his hand to his chest and made a mocking look of contemplation, "Let's think about how much time you have not come to school—"

"At this point, didn't your roommate tell you?"

White reached out and interrupted Ivanka.

Everyone thought that White was throwing something. In fact, White just wanted to see if there was any wine in the glass, and he was shaking the empty glass.

White said, "I just went to your dorm the other day, Ivanka."

"What dormitory—I moved out long ago."

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"I know this. At that time, the management committee came to me and hoped that I would apologize to you. I think this is a good way. So, I ran to your dormitory specially and left my contact information."

Even though White explained this paragraph, Ivan Kama's face, whose brain was in an empty state, still had no idea about it. Including the people eating melons beside him, they could only blink, but couldn't understand what White was talking about.

Seeing this situation, White sighed softly. He said: "I posted the photo on Lumblar."

White beckoned and walked behind him. He came to Evelyn's side, and Evelyn looked at him quietly. White smiled at Evelyn, and Evelyn smiled, moved aside, turned her head, and her neck was white. White sat down where Evelyn had sat, and then picked up the laptop that had been on the table.

White uploaded the spray-painted photos stored on the hard drive to their "social" chat group on the waves.

"Do you like whiskey, Evelyn?" White asked.

"Guess." Evelyn said.

"I guess you like it."

Evelyn said, "Really?"

Wait for the photo prompt to upload successfully. White closed the computer smoothly, then straightened his upper body and walked to the railing. He wanted to see the expressions of people at this time and Stanford students at this time.

There was a ding-dong in the crowd. This is the reminder of the exclusive wave on the notebook that someone brought. Then a group of people crowded to the notebook, head to head. In about two or three seconds, these people's faces were faintly shiny by the white light of the notebook, and they reflected incredible and extremely shocking expressions.

"how is this possible……"

When someone muttered like this, Ivan Kama's face was still standing on the glass table because he couldn't let go of his self-esteem, and he stared at White. Ma Lian seems to feel that whoever looks away first will lose. So when White turned his eyes to the feet of Ma Lian, Ma Lian felt great joy.

If it weren't for this shaky glass table, the horse face must have jumped on it to celebrate.

And White shifted his gaze only because he saw the shoes with the horse's face wearing ball socks, and the gaps in the shoes, and the wine was dripping down. When Ma Lian's shoes were dirty and low, Ma Lian still only cared about his face.

At this moment, White thought of a sentence he had seen. Some people say that if you want to see whether a person is really noble, it is not by what brand of clothes he wears, but by his shoes. A truly cultivated person does not only care about cleanliness. When a person dresses decently, but doesn't care for his shoes at all. This is just decent in disguise.

White glanced behind him. Evelyn's feet were originally hidden under her long skirt, because she is in this sitting position, but they are looming in the sway of the long skirt. Her small, white toes were hidden under the red strappy high heels.

Wait for White to turn around again. Ivan Kama's face looked very impatient. He yelled at White.

"I don't know what you want to do. White Engelson. What I can bet is that none of these people here today have a good opinion of you. So you still..."

Ma Lian wanted to go on, but he was pulled by the people around him. The horse face fell off the table and staggered for several steps before stabilizing. And the voice that he originally wanted to continue the crusade stopped abruptly.