Chapter 683

  After the meeting of the board of directors, Xia Jingxing quickly came to San Francisco Airport, ready to take a private jet parked here.

  As soon as he got on the plane, his cell phone rang. When he opened it, it was a text message from a foreign girl.

  "I have started work. Don't worry too much. Do your best and obey your destiny! The worst result is to start all over again. No matter what, I will be by your side."

  Xia Jingxing looked at the text message, smiled, a warm feeling flowed through her heart, edited the text, and returned the past to the foreign girl.

  At this time, the aircraft also began to accelerate on the runway until it reached the take-off speed, the nose was raised, jumped into the air, and penetrated into the clouds.

   Lying on the large soft seat, Xia Jingxing fell asleep unconsciously.

  In his dream, he saw a terrible scene.

  The judge knocked down the gavel and pronounced that YouTube will compensate each of the six Hollywood giants with US$10 billion in economic losses due to copyright infringement.

  As the oil management assets are insolvent, they will undergo bankruptcy and reorganization together with Facebook, and the Big Six Hollywood will take over the entire company as creditors.

   And he was struggling desperately.

   was brutally handcuffed and put on a yellow vest by two black police officers with big waists, and was pushed to the wall without dignity like a strong son, taking a picture of being arrested and imprisoned.

  Because of copyright infringement and profit-making, and the amount is huge, his sentence is as high as 800 years, which is 300 years longer than the older brother.

  His parents and relatives are crying, and his opponent is laughing wildly...

  Xia Jingxing struggled desperately to get up, and the seat belt on his stomach strangled him.

  He touched the seat belt and looked around again. Fortunately, it was just a dream, and the whole person was a little shocked.

   touched his forehead and back again, and found that it was all sweat.

  This dream really scared him. He became nothing and lost everything.

  At this time, a twenty-six or seven-year-old flight attendant with a nice face and wearing a special custom-made flight attendant uniform walked quickly.

   "Mr. Xia, are you okay?"

  Xia Jingxing shook his head, guessing that he may have been talking in a sleep, and the movement was too loud to attract the flight attendants.

  Receiving the white towel handed over by the stewardess, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, guessing that it might be because of too much mental stress recently, which caused him to start dreaming wildly.

  He got up and went to the bathroom modified on the plane, took a shower, and then slept beautifully on the bed.

  When the plane began to descend, the stewardess rang the phone on the bedside to remind Xia Jingxing that the plane was about to land at Seattle Airport.

  Xia Jingxing dressed neatly, opened the sliding door, walked out of the bedroom, and sat on the sofa for a few minutes before the plane landed smoothly at the airport.

  Out of the airport, he and Zhang Chenguang got in a commercial car to pick them up, and went straight to Gates' house.

  The Gates house is still the same, full of sense of technology.

  Under the guidance of the servant, Xia Jingxing found Gates who was playing table tennis in the backyard.

  The old man is always healthy, wearing a white sportswear, and playing happily with a silver-haired old man who is also wearing white sportswear on the opposite side. He kept swinging the board, and the ball bounced over on the table...

  The servant didn't bother, and Xia Jingxing didn't say anything, waiting quietly on the side.

   "Daren..."

  Xia Jingxing stood for two full minutes before Gates noticed him.

  This distraction, the ball did not catch, flew away from Gates, and landed on the ground.

   "Haha, Bill, you lost, remember to donate $100,000 to my charity fund."

  The little silver-haired old man made a long string of hearty laughs, with a cheerful look. I don't know if he was happy to beat Gates or for the hundred thousand dollars.

  Gates first nodded to the silver-haired old man, then walked over to Xia Jing with a smile, and handed out his palm, "Dalun, when did you arrive?"

   "I just arrived, I didn't want to disturb you playing, but in the end, it disturbed you, and you lost a hundred thousand dollars."

   Gates waved his hand, "Oh, don’t talk about this, it’s all for charity, let alone one hundred thousand dollars, even one billion dollars, don’t worry about it."

   Had it not been for some secrets about Gates, Xia Jingxing would have almost believed this bad old man’s nonsense.

  At this time, Gates was appointed to God not only in the United States, but also in China and the world, and he donated all his assets for charity.

  Listen, how great!

  Xia Jingxing smiled, "Mr. Gates's high level of thinking makes me a little ashamed. Learn from you!"

  Gates smiled, "Remember what I told you last time, my charity fund, you are always welcome to join."

  Xia Jingxing’s mouth twitched. Gates had mentioned this to him before, but he was not very happy to join.

  Gates is not completely hypocritical. He still takes a lot of money out for charity every year, but he avoids more taxes.

   And he is not an American, he has his own tax avoidance methods, and he does not need to avoid taxes like Gates, by the way, he invites a name.

  Furthermore, if he is really doing charity in the United States with Gates, and the news goes back to China, then it is not an invitation, but "death."

Gates then remembered that he forgot to introduce the friend behind him. He pointed to the silver-haired old man and introduced to Xia Jingxing: “This is my friend, Jeffrey Epstein. He is the founder of an asset management company. Wall Street has a lot of friendship. You all do finance and you must have a common language."

  Following Gates’ introduction, Epstein walked up, smiled and shook hands with Xia Jingxing, “Wow, Darren, I’ve heard of your name a long time ago, but unfortunately I never saw it.”

  Epstein was very enthusiastic. He held Xia Jingxing's hand and swayed vigorously, stubbornly and flattered, as if he hadn't seen an old friend reunited for many years, and his attitude was very affectionate.

Xia Jingxing quickly remembered who this servant was. He pimped several American leaders and British princes and collected loli for the riches of these British and American nations to enjoy. For this reason, he also set up a small island for private purchases. The plane serves as a "clubhouse."

   Such a notorious guy, how did Bill Gates get involved with him?

Suddenly, Xia Jingxing remembered that Gates is actually an LSP, and there are really a lot of lace news, but it didn't spread widely.

  In this case, Gates and the other party are in a good relationship, and the smell of similarity can be explained.

  Don’t think of the rich as being too kind, and don’t be fooled by the other person’s hypocritical appearance.

  Everyone has bad roots, but some people do not have the conditions to do evil, and some people become rich. After they have the conditions to do evil, they magnify the bad roots thousands of times.

  It’s okay for a man to be romantic. It’s what you want, but the things on Lolita Island are not just transactions. Many of them are forced and very abnormal.

  Forcibly endure the discomfort, Xia Jingxing and Epstein finished shaking their hands, chatted a few words at random, and ended the conversation.

  He didn't show Epstein's face, let alone blame the other party. There are so many injustices in this world that he can't manage.

  "Dalun, I know what you're here for. Let's find a room and sit down and talk."

   After that, Gates took Xia Jingxing and walked towards the living room.

  Xia Jingxing glanced around, Epstein was very measured, did not follow, staying in place.

   "You don't seem to like him very much?"

   Gates suddenly turned his head and stared at Xia Jingxing.

  Xia Jingxing spread his hands, "Is there? This is the first time I have met him. I don't even know what kind of person he is."

   "Oh, I thought you knew."

"what do you know?"

"knowledge……"

  Gates swallowed halfway through his words. Since last year, his friend has been prosecuted by young girls and investigated by the police, and his reputation is very bad.

  Even his wife Melinda was very opposed to him and Epstein getting too close, and they quarreled several times for this.

   didn't explain so much to Xia Jingxing, he took people to the living room and asked the servant to grind two cups of freshly ground coffee to serve. Gates picked up the coffee and took a sip.

   "Say, how do you want me to help you?"

  Gates is very heavy on the word "help". Although his smile is gentle on his face, he can't conceal a sense of pride and superiority.

  Xia Jingxing was keenly aware of this subtle emotion, and what he said to Larson was "cooperation", but when he came to Gates, it became "help", as if he was giving alms and pitying him.

  The Gates at this moment, and the Gates I saw a few times before, are totally different.

  Before Gates was like a honest elder, Gates at the moment is a masked, hypocritical capitalist.

Suddenly Xia Jingxing had an urge to get out, but rationally told him that Gates is the only big person he knows in the United States at this stage, and that the other party also has interests on Facebook. Both parties have common interests, which is far better than finding a broker outside. , More reliable.

  But the posture of Gates at this time is no different from Murdoch.

  When fat appears in front of you, capital will show sharp fangs.

  (End of this chapter)