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Chapter 324
chapter 0174 part 1
Chapter 174: Meeting on the Road
Limited edition luxury sunglasses rested on his nose, and a white high-fashion casual suit made him look less serious, adding a touch of youthful vitality.
Starting from New York, heading south along I-95 Highway, it takes three to four hours to reach Washington, the political capital of the Federation.
Tang Song's trip to Washington was naturally to watch a show, no, to attend a Cocktail Party.
That White House Invitation was tossed on the Front Passenger Seat of the Sports Car.
In the Jambudvīpa World, Tang Song rushed about for Cultivation. Arriving in the Marvel World, the Evil God and Thanos were like knives hanging over his head. The great terror of the Calamity of Life and Death kept him from resting for a moment.
He was like an Ant who knew a flood was coming, painstakingly building his Lair, creating his Noah's Ark.
As Skye teasingly put it, he was like an old man in his dozens, with a gloomy mind, always feeling burdened by something heavy.
Gu Zi Yun would catch him when she had nothing to do and call him Uncle. Even after being taught a lesson multiple times, the girl still enjoyed it. In the end, 'Uncle' became her exclusive Appellation.
Even during intimacy, this little girl would call out 'Uncle' repeatedly. Every time, her bottom would be spanked red.
Especially when excited, she would turn her Head, bite her lip, and call out 'Uncle' in a sweet voice.
Tang Song was helpless about this, though he did find it a little stimulating.
For Tang Song, having lived three lives, his mental age was one thing, but the pressure he bore was something Skye couldn't imagine.
It was like placing a Countdown clock in front of a Normal person. When the Countdown ends, there's a fifty percent chance this person will instantly kick the bucket.
Now, calculate the psychological impact on this person.
Tang Song didn't know how others would choose in this situation.
What he had to do was, if someone really wanted to snap their fingers to make him disappear, he would break their fingers one by one and crush all their bones into dust.
He spent his energy building an Underground Kingdom, researching Gene Serum, creating Extraordinary Gene Warriors, appearing to others like a Manipulator operating from behind the scenes.
Everything he did was so that when someone threatened him, he could just slap them across the face.
For a man living in this world, he cannot be without power, nor without money, or he must possess strength that inspires awe.
Tang Song spread his hand. The wind from the roaring Sports Car brushed past his Fingertip. On Earth, some LSPs said that when a Car is moving, putting your hand out the window, the wind resistance at Speed makes your fingers feel...
Well, based on Tang Song's experience during this time, big isn't necessarily the best.
His Seaside Villa in Long Island, one of them is specifically for holding parties.
Tang's Investment Company, relying on its strong Capital over the past six months, has made large Investments in Hollywood.
Of course, most of the Investments resulted in losses, but the Boss didn't care.
The Film and Television Companies and the Tax Bureau were well aware of Boss Tang's purpose for investing in various film and television Projects.
However, the flow of funds in and out of Hollywood is inherently chaotic, making it very troublesome for even the Internal Revenue Service to investigate.
After all, there are many places to manipulate, including celebrity salaries, props, costumes, box office revenue, and overseas box office.
The Internal Revenue Service clearly knew that Tang's Investment Group was Money Laundering through Hollywood film Projects, but they had no way.
Moreover, Tang's Investment Group is a major taxpayer in all of New York, much more generous than those Tycoons who constantly do charity and donate to their own Funds at every turn. Coupled with the fact that Boss Tang has backing, the Internal Revenue Service turns a blind eye to Boss Tang.
The major Film and Television Companies in Hollywood even treated Boss Tang as a cash cow. Many Investment proposals for film Projects whose profitability or loss they were unsure of would be sent to the Investment Company.
In this situation, Boss Tang's parties were not short of stars and models from the film industry. It can only be said that the physique of Europeans and Americans who eat beef is indeed truly exceptional; some are even bigger than a football.
Interacting more, it wasn't as comfortable as something you could hold in your hand.
The cool new concept convertible Sports Car attracted countless gazes along the way.
When passing through Philadelphia, Tang Song merely slowed down slightly, glancing from afar at the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. Then, a group of hot and sexy girls gathered around to strike up a conversation, wanting a ride.
These lightly dressed Hot White Girls and Black Pearls were all very enthusiastic, but unfortunately, Boss Tang's taste had long been spoiled.
Now, even stars and models, after having them frequently, he'd grown a bit tired of them. Unless they had an Identity bonus or a Special Constitution.
Women, they only Influence my Cultivation Speed.
Tang Song waved goodbye to a Filipino girl who was reportedly an International Student at the University of Pennsylvania, stepped on the Accelerator, and sped away.
"She does look good though!"
Tang Song was about to throw the paper with the Filipino girl's Phone Number out the Car Window, but recalled the girl's healthy wheat-colored Skin and the exposed Vest line.
After thinking about it, Tang Song casually tossed it into the storage box.
It's not easy for International Students away from home. A warm-hearted person like him couldn't bear to see a girl suffer.
If he remembered correctly, he had two Trading Companies in Philadelphia. He could arrange a part-time job for her.
Driving the Sports Car, freely on the Highway, even his mindset seemed to have become much younger. Tang Song's fingers tapping on the Car Door were like playing a piano.
The True Essence within him surged like a great river, pushing open some previously imperceptible meridian endpoints.
Coming out of Philadelphia, you could see many people hitchhiking along the Highway, some holding signs, some simply giving a thumbs up, which is the common hitchhiking gesture on Federation Highways.
However, when Tang Song's Sports Car passed, these people all put down their signs and thumbs.
A Sports Car whose appearance alone was worth millions of US Dollars was like a threshold that deterred Ordinary People.
People are born equal, but money, power, and status divide people into different classes.
"Hmm?"
Tang Song lightly stepped on the brake, looking at a figure by the roadside in the Rearview mirror, feeling a bit surprised.
His Divine Sense touched this person, and it was as if it had encountered a black hole, being swallowed!
"Interesting!"
Tang Song backed up the Sports Car, stopped next to the person who was about to hitchhike, raised his Head, and examined the person before him.
A little girl wearing a gray Hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and canvas shoes. The Hood covered most of her face, but she looked younger than Gu Zi Yun.
Tang Song sent his Divine Sense towards the girl in the Hooded sweatshirt. As soon as his Divine Sense touched her, it was as if a stone had fallen into a bottomless abyss, disappearing without a trace, without even a sound.
What's going on?
This was the first time Tang Song had encountered such a strange situation. Even when that Black Wizard opened the Hell Portal, his Divine Sense could look down upon the Hell Dimension through the Hell Portal.
Could this girl be even more special than the Hell Dimension?
Chapter 174: Meeting on the Road
Limited edition luxury sunglasses rested on his nose, and a white high-fashion casual suit made him look less serious, adding a touch of youthful vitality.
Starting from New York, heading south along I-95 Highway, it takes three to four hours to reach Washington, the political capital of the Federation.
Tang Song's trip to Washington was naturally to watch a show, no, to attend a Cocktail Party.
That White House Invitation was tossed on the Front Passenger Seat of the Sports Car.
In the Jambudvīpa World, Tang Song rushed about for Cultivation. Arriving in the Marvel World, the Evil God and Thanos were like knives hanging over his head. The great terror of the Calamity of Life and Death kept him from resting for a moment.
He was like an Ant who knew a flood was coming, painstakingly building his Lair, creating his Noah's Ark.
As Skye teasingly put it, he was like an old man in his dozens, with a gloomy mind, always feeling burdened by something heavy.
Gu Zi Yun would catch him when she had nothing to do and call him Uncle. Even after being taught a lesson multiple times, the girl still enjoyed it. In the end, 'Uncle' became her exclusive Appellation.
Even during intimacy, this little girl would call out 'Uncle' repeatedly. Every time, her bottom would be spanked red.
Especially when excited, she would turn her Head, bite her lip, and call out 'Uncle' in a sweet voice.
Tang Song was helpless about this, though he did find it a little stimulating.
For Tang Song, having lived three lives, his mental age was one thing, but the pressure he bore was something Skye couldn't imagine.
It was like placing a Countdown clock in front of a Normal person. When the Countdown ends, there's a fifty percent chance this person will instantly kick the bucket.
Now, calculate the psychological impact on this person.
Tang Song didn't know how others would choose in this situation.
What he had to do was, if someone really wanted to snap their fingers to make him disappear, he would break their fingers one by one and crush all their bones into dust.
He spent his energy building an Underground Kingdom, researching Gene Serum, creating Extraordinary Gene Warriors, appearing to others like a Manipulator operating from behind the scenes.
Everything he did was so that when someone threatened him, he could just slap them across the face.
For a man living in this world, he cannot be without power, nor without money, or he must possess strength that inspires awe.
Tang Song spread his hand. The wind from the roaring Sports Car brushed past his Fingertip. On Earth, some LSPs said that when a Car is moving, putting your hand out the window, the wind resistance at Speed makes your fingers feel...
Well, based on Tang Song's experience during this time, big isn't necessarily the best.
His Seaside Villa in Long Island, one of them is specifically for holding parties.
Tang's Investment Company, relying on its strong Capital over the past six months, has made large Investments in Hollywood.
Of course, most of the Investments resulted in losses, but the Boss didn't care.
The Film and Television Companies and the Tax Bureau were well aware of Boss Tang's purpose for investing in various film and television Projects.
However, the flow of funds in and out of Hollywood is inherently chaotic, making it very troublesome for even the Internal Revenue Service to investigate.
After all, there are many places to manipulate, including celebrity salaries, props, costumes, box office revenue, and overseas box office.
The Internal Revenue Service clearly knew that Tang's Investment Group was Money Laundering through Hollywood film Projects, but they had no way.
Moreover, Tang's Investment Group is a major taxpayer in all of New York, much more generous than those Tycoons who constantly do charity and donate to their own Funds at every turn. Coupled with the fact that Boss Tang has backing, the Internal Revenue Service turns a blind eye to Boss Tang.
The major Film and Television Companies in Hollywood even treated Boss Tang as a cash cow. Many Investment proposals for film Projects whose profitability or loss they were unsure of would be sent to the Investment Company.
In this situation, Boss Tang's parties were not short of stars and models from the film industry. It can only be said that the physique of Europeans and Americans who eat beef is indeed truly exceptional; some are even bigger than a football.
Interacting more, it wasn't as comfortable as something you could hold in your hand.
The cool new concept convertible Sports Car attracted countless gazes along the way.
When passing through Philadelphia, Tang Song merely slowed down slightly, glancing from afar at the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall. Then, a group of hot and sexy girls gathered around to strike up a conversation, wanting a ride.
These lightly dressed Hot White Girls and Black Pearls were all very enthusiastic, but unfortunately, Boss Tang's taste had long been spoiled.
Now, even stars and models, after having them frequently, he'd grown a bit tired of them. Unless they had an Identity bonus or a Special Constitution.
Women, they only Influence my Cultivation Speed.
Tang Song waved goodbye to a Filipino girl who was reportedly an International Student at the University of Pennsylvania, stepped on the Accelerator, and sped away.
"She does look good though!"
Tang Song was about to throw the paper with the Filipino girl's Phone Number out the Car Window, but recalled the girl's healthy wheat-colored Skin and the exposed Vest line.
After thinking about it, Tang Song casually tossed it into the storage box.
It's not easy for International Students away from home. A warm-hearted person like him couldn't bear to see a girl suffer.
If he remembered correctly, he had two Trading Companies in Philadelphia. He could arrange a part-time job for her.
Driving the Sports Car, freely on the Highway, even his mindset seemed to have become much younger. Tang Song's fingers tapping on the Car Door were like playing a piano.
The True Essence within him surged like a great river, pushing open some previously imperceptible meridian endpoints.
Coming out of Philadelphia, you could see many people hitchhiking along the Highway, some holding signs, some simply giving a thumbs up, which is the common hitchhiking gesture on Federation Highways.
However, when Tang Song's Sports Car passed, these people all put down their signs and thumbs.
A Sports Car whose appearance alone was worth millions of US Dollars was like a threshold that deterred Ordinary People.
People are born equal, but money, power, and status divide people into different classes.
"Hmm?"
Tang Song lightly stepped on the brake, looking at a figure by the roadside in the Rearview mirror, feeling a bit surprised.
His Divine Sense touched this person, and it was as if it had encountered a black hole, being swallowed!
"Interesting!"
Tang Song backed up the Sports Car, stopped next to the person who was about to hitchhike, raised his Head, and examined the person before him.
A little girl wearing a gray Hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and canvas shoes. The Hood covered most of her face, but she looked younger than Gu Zi Yun.
Tang Song sent his Divine Sense towards the girl in the Hooded sweatshirt. As soon as his Divine Sense touched her, it was as if a stone had fallen into a bottomless abyss, disappearing without a trace, without even a sound.
What's going on?
This was the first time Tang Song had encountered such a strange situation. Even when that Black Wizard opened the Hell Portal, his Divine Sense could look down upon the Hell Dimension through the Hell Portal.
Could this girl be even more special than the Hell Dimension?
