"Emily, after lunch later, let's go with us to see the plane that has just been delivered."

In the restaurant, Andy, Ivana and Li Xiaoying sat together to taste the delicious lunch. Ivana's rosy and gorgeous cheeks had a charming sweet smile and invited Li Xiaoying, who had not seen for a long time.

"No, I won't bother you to show your love. Moreover, I need to make a little jet lag. Your big capitalist boyfriend has arranged a lot of work for me..." Li Xiaoying smiled gracefully while sending the foie gras on the fork into her mouth.

Concentrating on eliminating food and not missing any delicious dish that can make the taste buds explode. He looked up at Li Xiaoying opposite and said, "Don't blame the good people, you asked yourself to negotiate with Jerryyang tomorrow. I will not exploit my capable generals!"

Ivana giggled, and Li Xiaoying, who also curled her lips and smiled, was a little confused when she saw Andy raising her eyebrows inadvertently, but soon a look of panic and shameful eyes flashed in her beautiful eyes, and her body was a little tense.

Feeling someone's unhonest foot rubbing her little tui under the table, Li Xiaoying almost threw the wine glass on the other side with a calm face, and seriously talking about the content that needed to be negotiated. The shame and anger in Li Xiaoying's eyes almost turned into substance...

After lunch, Li Xiaoying narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Andy and Ivana with a look of anger and anger, and was somewhat disappointed as she got into the car and drove away from the roadside. She took a deep breath, and bent down and sat in the car and drove towards the Four Seasons Hotel.

In the afternoon, on the private apron of Kennedy Airport in Manhattan, Andy, who had a lunch break and Ivana, who had a charming and lazy charm, walked out of the car, and walked with his fingers tightly towards the huge hangar that only opened half of the door.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Smith, Miss Ivana, I am Tom Amboje, Executive Vice President of Boeing, and I'm very happy to meet both of them."

"Hello, Mr. Amberje."

"Hello."

The three of them shook hands and greeted each other by a group of people.

"Please please, the Palace in the Sky has long been waiting for you to arrive." An Bojie reached out to signal with a smile, and walked into the hangar side by side with Andy and Ivana.

The 747-8vip with a blue and white fuselage looks even larger under the lights of the hangar. The family badge on the rear wing of the aircraft is memorable.

Up the ladder and stepped into the inside of the plane, Ivana's beautiful eyes were wide open, her lips were raised, and the smile on her face showed her mood at this time and her satisfaction with the interior decoration...

"Miss Ivana, this is a restaurant. We refer to the restaurant decorations of the Palace of Versailles according to your requirements. All the flowers are decorated with gold foil, silver-jewel vines, and the tableware is also royal tableware..."

Ivana's eyes shining, and while listening to the introduction, she walked to the dining table, picked up a golden fork, looked at the hanging branch crystal chandeliers, and looked at everything in the restaurant, every detail was taken into account.

Adjectives come from Ivana's mind, magnificent, extremely luxurious, dazzling, etc.

"... Please, please, this is a professional concert hall that can accommodate 10 listeners. All the audio equipment comes from Hivi Huiwei. The high quality guarantees can allow two people to enjoy the beauty of listening to music in the air!"

After the words came to an end, Andy's piano music "New York Rhapsody" played by Andy rang out in the small concert hall...

Meanwhile, the Washington Capitol.

The Office of the Party Leader of the Xiang Party, as the leader of the Senate Majority Party and controls the majority whip, has taken the power further. Even if the Party has lost the authority of the House Speaker and the majority, relying on the Senate's counter-response power, it is more than enough to restrict the donkey party against it.

Dongdong

"Sir, Sen. Charles Schumer of New York has arrived. Are you going to see him now?"

Old Smith, who was working at the desk, stopped writing with his finger, raised his head, took off his glasses, frowned and thought, and nodded slightly, "Let him come in."

"OK."

Old Smith stood up and moved his body. A smile appeared in his eyes that were flashing with bright light. The corners of his mouth were raised. Seeing the door being pushed open, Charles, who walked in, smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Charles."

"Good afternoon, sir." The other party greeted with a hint of respect.

"Sit down, is it still coffee? Haha, Andy brought some of the best Blue Mountain coffee a few days ago. How about you try it? If you like it, take some back when you leave."

"Thank you, sir."

Old Smith smiled and sat on the chair behind his desk, chatted with Senator Charles for a while, tasted Blue Mountain coffee before getting to the point.

"Charles, there is one thing you need to deal with this time. This is the information. Look at it..." As he said that, Old Smith took out a file bag from the drawer, handed it to Charles who put down the coffee cup and reached out to pick it up.

Charles opened the file bag, took out the files inside, and began to look through it, but as he saw more content, the senator's face became more ugly and his eyebrows were almost twisted together.

"Indyma Bank is a company that basically invests 100% in mortgage assets, and we are in a bad mortgage market, and the company has no capital anymore, which is obvious." Old Smith said with a faint smile on his lips, holding a coffee cup, half-closing his eyes.

"It's in danger... No, this is already on the verge of collapse. Whether indyma can survive depends on God's decision!" Senator Charles closed the materials with a somewhat ugly expression and sighed helplessly.

"There is no need to ask God for this question, just ask the banking regulatory authorities." Old Smith lowered his head and sipped his coffee, with a smile on his face, and his eyes looked at Charles and said calmly.

After a brief silence, Charles said, "I will write to the US Savings Administration to discuss the situation of Indyma Bank. Damn it, if they conscientiously perform their duties as regulators and prevent Indyma from continuing to implement inappropriate and loose lending policies, there will be no such bad situation!"

Old Smith shook his head helplessly and sighed, "These people have brought the US economy into the abyss and are still running blindfolded. We must prevent more examples like indyma!"

Senator Charles' pupils shrank slightly, lowered his head and took a sip of coffee, feeling the bitterness and bitterness at the entrance of the top Blue Mountain coffee. After a few sips, the coffee in the cup had already bottomed out. Putting down the cup, Charles looked at Old Smith and said, "I know what to do."

"Yeah." Old Smith smiled slightly, and after a slight huh, he opened the drawer and took out a sealed paper bag from the drawer, and said with a smile: "This kind of top-quality Blue Mountain produces not much every year, and I have only one bag left untie here. Take it back and taste it slowly."

"Thank you, sir." Charles reached out to take the bag of coffee beans, chatted with Old Smith for a few more words before getting up and saying goodbye.

Looking at Old Smith who was closing the office door, he chuckled and shook his head, put on his glasses, picked up the Montblanc pen given to him by his grandson and drew a circle on a document. He couldn't help but laugh and said to himself: "'Card arrest plan', this child, the name is so ugly..."
Chapter completed!