Or how to look at it, how to look like the Vatican style at the party that day.
"Who are they?" Chen Yi suddenly changed the subject.
The assistant manager of "Mark" habitually answered immediately, and the anger value rose, "Sir …"
"Vatican?" Chen Yi kept asking and knocked on the table at the same time, saying to the waiter, "He chooses the big steak by the chef."
He knocked a little harder, more than 2 kilograms, and hit a corner of the table, forcing him to leave his family, and the tiles on the floor snapped.
The waiter was frightened. He looked at Chen Yi again. His eyes were divided into two parts: Deputy Manager Bruce Lee was ok, but he no longer insisted that he leave.
Obviously, if such a dangerous person is released, the loss to the restaurant will be even greater.
Mark heard the sound, looked over here and looked at Chen Yi. Obviously, he was a little strange about his Asian face.
The assistant manager decided to leave and reported the situation to the manager. Two waiters moved out a new set of chairs and tableware from the kitchen, assembled the stairs and put a "reserved" label on them.
Chen Yi sighed. It seems that there is still no threat to what the American imperialists like in the world.
For whatever reason, he finally got his steak, delicious but unhealthy potatoes dipped in goose fat, hot chocolate cake dipped in black truffle spinach and caramel ice cream dessert, which is also not suitable for Mr. and Mrs. who want to keep fit.
Satisfied with wiping his mouth, he drank clean water and observed his right side, Mark.
This guy’s manners, table manners and every move are too much like Stanwich.
Carve out foreigners in two molds.
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Chapter seventy-four I exercise myself
Chen Yi waved and invited a waiter to ask in a low voice, "Who is this beautiful woman around Mr. Mark?"
Speaking, two $2 green bills were handed out.
Don’t say that the assistant manager is not at the moment. He just can’t stop the small four dollars.
Messenger Swift will be pocketed and whispered, "That’s Catherine new york, the second daughter of the president of Merrill Lynch."
Chen Yi made a strange smile and swindled, "It’s amazing how long it took Marco to come from the Vatican."
"America likes Italy" and the waiter left with a smile.
Vatican is Italian territory.
Chen Yi did an epiphany, and his brain turned desperately.
Merrill Lynch is one of the top five investment banks in the world-slightly inferior to Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs in terms of strength, but it is still a behemoth. Its flag is BlackRock Merrill Lynch, a world-class investment management company. Controlling assets of $1 trillion is definitely enough to leverage the earth.
Like this, world-class banks can move internationally, and their economic resources are comparable to those of emerging countries such as China, and their influence on Wall Street and new york is far greater than that of China.
For some weak countries, even political resources may not be able to surpass these Wall Street predators.
It is normal for such huge interests and interests to have any intrigues, and Chen Yi doesn’t consciously associate them in the direction of intrigues.
The Vatican has a system that makes them want to collect money, which can be reflected in the atonement book
If the people most eager for wealth in the East are eunuchs, the people most eager for wealth in the West are Jews, but the people most eager for wealth in the world should be Vatican.
By means of the golden signboard of the papal state, the church has adopted various means to expand its own interests. When they succeed, they often grab a lot of benefits. When they fail, they will blame Italy-as if every papal is Italian.
If he hadn’t come from a wrong source, Chen Yi might have gone forward and had a chat with Mark to determine his identity.
Now I can remember how he clicked his fingers and called the waiter to pay the bill.
A guy with a big figure like a football player suddenly burst in through the door.
It was the end of dinner, and the poor assistant manager tried to stop him, but he was taken to the ground and turned into a rag.
A few people gave a surprise call to the crowd to get up and avoid the sound.
"Wait a minute." Chen Yi didn’t worry about paying the bill. He sat there watching the performance and handed the waiter $2.
The latter was also relieved, and he cleverly introduced, "This is Catherine’s boyfriend, the Yankees’ substitute baseball player."
It’s all simple English. Chen Yi couldn’t help but say, "This product weighs 3 pounds. What does it mean to have a boyfriend?"