Chapter 812

After the Star Wars, I returned to my warm nest, shook a red wine glass with my beautiful wife in my arms, and sat next to a few cooks with indigenous French, Chinese, and Mexican cuisines, bringing you delicious food, not to mention this feeling. That's cool, especially when there are more than a dozen Japanese professional waiters who have a good life standing by to give you all kinds of services.

  Fisher doesn’t know how these Japanese learn it. The expressions and actions of serving tea and water can only be said to be professional. Maybe this is the craftsmanship that Japanese people often say.

  Now Fisher’s manor has six tarmacs and four runways, just to make it easier for girlfriends to go out to buy groceries or to investigate the local price level supply and demand relationship and gpd growth rate. Of course, they are generally used for shopping.

"I am full!"

Fisher wiped his mouth with satisfaction. Food can always soothe people's mood and stomach. Of course, the premise is that the food on the table can be reduced by the contribution of a few wings. After all, eat Turkish barbecue, matsutake and foie gras. Snails can also be full.

Fisher’s girlfriends don’t pay much attention to how many sites their men have opened up and how many treasures they have acquired. They would rather Fisher could have a warm candlelight dinner at home, so when Fisher returned home, A handful of female tickets used eighteen martial arts, and abruptly grabbed half of the kitchen control from a group of chefs who dared not say anything.

Fortunately, everyone’s cooking level is not bad, just for fear that Fisher will not have enough to eat, the whole amount is a bit large, so that Fisher is a little bit powerless to face the delicacies of the mountains and seas cooked by the chef he hired at a high price, but Finally, in the spirit of not wasting the disc, Fisher was wiped out.

  Now after eating and drinking, a bunch of girlfriends looked at each other, and then pushed Diana, who was the boldest.

"that?"

   "Which one?"

  Fisher looked at his girlfriends who were already eager to try, and immediately changed his face, just as my great Han Zhongchen Dong Taishi saw Diao Chan in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

   No words for a night.

  In the early morning of the next day, Fisher, who had just crawled out of the meat grove in the wine pond, hadn’t really woke up yet, and a phone call came.

  "?"

  Looking at Stark on the caller ID, Fisher was a little surprised. After all, the number of times that big dogs called him proactively was only a handful. It was not an important matter. He basically wouldn't contact him.

   "No borrowing money! But if you want to be the President of the United States, I can support you with 220,000 U.S. dollars and 800 African paratroopers!"

   "???"

  Stark also stagnated when he heard Fisher’s bewildered voice. Of course, he did not stop because the presidency was readily available, but subconsciously thought about the specific connection between the US$220,000, 800 African paratroopers and the US president.

   "Wait, let me ask first, can you become president for $220,000?"

"Can!"

  Fisher said with certainty that Stark didn’t ask which country’s president it was anyway.

   "Then I will buy one for our old man!"

   "Ah this!"

  I was sure when I heard Stark’s voice, Fisher was a little dazed. Is this the second generation of the rich American? Elsewhere, Lao Tzu worked hard to earn the future for his son. How could it be the other way around in Stark?

   "Then, you let your father clean up and get on the plane, we will send him to be president!"

Fisher didn’t think so. It’s just a president. If he wants him to have dozens of wholesalers, he just doesn’t know if Howard wants to go to Burkina Faso, the Central African Republic, or the President of Haiti. Fisher remembers just before he comes back. In three days, this old man was unlucky enough to be killed by mercenaries. Now Haiti has become anarchy. If Howard goes, he wants to restore slavery in the manor. After all, people have money, maybe they even have mud biscuits. How much Haitian civilians who can't eat enough want to be long-term workers in the Stark family!

   "That's great!"

  Stark thought that Fisher was talking about the Oval Office of the White House, and immediately asked Jarvis to call his public relations team to prepare to send Howard, who was disguised as Stark’s cousin, to be president.

  Howard, who was struggling with the quilt demon on the bed, was pulled up by a bunch of servants, and then with a dreamy face, he asked him to make up and get a haircut.

  "Happy, old man, you are going to be president!"

"what?"

   Howard is also asleep, awkward, son, it’s not interesting to say, the current president is still alive!

   "It's okay, I have already arranged it, you can rest assured!"

Stark didn’t worry about Fisher at all. Howard was half Atlas. He would go to Atlas if he had nothing to do with him. Fisher would never treat his own people wrongly. !

   "Is that the donkey party or the elephant party? I have nothing to prepare!" (Donkey elephant refers to the representative animal of the Democratic and Republican parties)

   "Uh, wait for me to ask!"

   "What party do you mean?" Fisher carefully pondered the parties in Africa, and then said hesitantly.

  "It may be a special local party, but it doesn’t matter, it’s just a name!"

  As soon as Stark heard such a long party name, he couldn't remember whether the United States had such a thing, but since Fisher had confirmed it again and again, it was all right.

  So Howard didn’t have time to make breakfast and was pushed onto the waiting plane. Stark’s mother even ranted that if the inauguration was not for her, Howard would look good!

   "So, you are calling to find me to find a position for your father?"

   "Of course, no!" Stark then remembered what was going on. He carefully glanced at the dim bedroom behind him, then gingerly slipped to the balcony, watching the beautiful beach scenery while twitching.

   "Well, Fisher, where are you, is there anything that is good for pregnant women, good for fetuses, or a good place to raise babies!"

   "Ah, are you going to be a brother?"

  Fisher murmured, no wonder Stark wanted to send his father away. It seems that Father Howard’s birthday is still a great one!

   "It's not my brother, it's me. I am a son. No, I am a father. Pepper is pregnant!"

  Stark eagerly explained to Fisher with a hint of excitement and joy.

   "I thought the American team was born! Alas, wait, you said you were going to be a father?"

  (End of this chapter)