Manhattan's Upper East Side.

Andy held a steaming white porcelain coffee cup in one hand and inserted it into the pocket of the black slim trousers that had no wrinkles. Through the floor-to-ceiling window, he looked at Central Park in the sunset.

"Dear, how do you see me wearing this dress?"

A sweet voice came from behind. Andy turned around and smiled and saw Ivana, who was spreading her arms and showing her back and forth a pink sleeveless high-waisted pleated dress. Her slender legs were exposed from her knees, and she was wearing a pair of pink pointed high heels with seven-point heels on her feet.

"Noble and elegant, perfectly outlines the proud upper body, slender waist, plump and plump tun, it is indeed the best beauty!" Andy walked to Ivana with a smile, stretched out a finger to lift her chin, and frivolously teased the coquettish sister.

Ivana stretched out her jade hand and patted Andy's fingers, gave him a blank look, then raised her jade arm, and thoughtfully helped Andy start to buckle the white shirt, tidy up her lower collar, picked up a dark red and black striped tie from the sofa beside her and put it around his neck, and began to tie it seriously.

"Tonight, Warren Buffett invited us to have dinner, so it's natural to be more formal. I don't know how many people want to see him..."

"Ha" Andy listened to Ivana's admiration for Warren Buffett, and he didn't care about it. To be honest, he is not in New York or Wall Street. I don't know how much Americans admire Warren Buffett. What the world talks about the most is the annual auction of "Buffett Lunch".

Last year's Little Overlord, Duan Yingping, the boss of BBQ, was sold for $60,000. Duan Yingping is absolutely awesome. The mobile phones of both brands of oppp and vivo are both BBQ, which is really a specialty store that opens all over the streets and alleys.

Ivana's long eyelashes blinked back and forth like a brush, and her beautiful eyes smiled into crescent shapes, pouting bright red lips. She was amused by looking at her boyfriend who was not concerned about her. She knew how high her husband was. From her usual words and deeds, she could feel Andy's indifference to some "big people". Although he deliberately suppressed his arrogance, he could still make Ivana clearly feel the arrogance in his bones in some accidents.

"Mr. Buffett is a respectable person...donated $1.9 billion last year."

Andy was a little impressed by this. No matter what purpose he was for, Andy could not do this to the truth.

Andy didn't care about Ivana's attention to this dinner so much, but when he received the invitation in the afternoon, he was a little unexpected, but when he thought of Warren Buffett as Moody's largest individual shareholder, he knew it.

It’s nothing more than two express delivery of their own. This is the power of the media. No one can underestimate the power of a weekly magazine with a circulation of 4 million copies. Especially in the storm in the future, no one can be sure what will happen. Once it is regarded as a target, the angry people and Washington, who want to find a scapegoat, will definitely be happy to see it.

After all, Andy's comic was given to the then Treasury Secretary Henry Paulson by the media in his previous life. It can embarrass and feel uncomfortable with the White House Treasury Secretary. How can two rating agencies that cheat and rely on credibility be able to withstand it?

But Andy didn't expect Warren Buffett to meet him, a stock god, an old man who was deified by people all over the world. Andy naturally would not believe in the deified reports of some media. He knew that Buffett's surname is not a cat or a dog in the United States. He has a deep congressional background. To put it bluntly, Warren was a second-generation official since he was a child. He was in charge of 500,000 US dollars in investment in his 1950s when he was just debuting in his twenties.

Buffett is not a simple investor. He is also the creator of news and trends in the world's largest capital market today. He is a big dealer in the US financial market and a big dealer in the world's financial market.

For the American financial industry, it is really necessary to avoid the essence of Buffett's big dealer, infinitely amplify his gossip news, and ultimately create an "American Dream" in the capital market.

It is completely understandable that Americans create myths in this way to attract world capital to the United States or induce the world to imitate the American capital system.

Andy reached out and gently put the loose golden hair on both sides of Ivana's cheeks behind her white and soft ears. He gently pinched her earlobe and smiled: "You are like a ripe apple, becoming more and more attractive. Now many magazines say that American boys want to date you."

"Gee." Ivana helped Andy tie her tie, tiptoed, wrapped her arms around his neck, and her red lips kissed continuously on Andy's cheeks and lips. Her beautiful eyes flashed with admiration and said gently: "Then are you happy or unhappy?"

Andy stretched out one hand and kneaded Ivana's soft plump tun, kissed her pouted red lips, raised her eyebrows, and whispered in her ear: "Actually, they know how hard I work on you, and irrigation will make you so bright and seductive, and charming. I dig again and again to make you familiar from the inside to the outside..."

Ivana's pretty face was flushed all over, and her breath became hot and rapid. She was becoming increasingly unable to resist Andy's teasing. Her whole pretty face stepped into Andy's neck and pressed against her little man's arms.

"Pai Pa"

With two crisp sounds and waves surging, Andy's big hand moved away from Ivana's plum tun. After laughing twice, he said jokingly: "After rubbing for a while, we won't have to go to the appointment. Just go back to the bed and feed you."

"It's so annoying!" Ivana let go and wrap around Andy's neck, left from his arms, and said coquettishly with a pretty red face, and began to tidy up the hem of the skirt that was lifted. After looking in front of the mirror, she picked up a water-blue handbag and smiled and took Andy's arm, who was already in a suit.

"Let's see the style of the stock god, haha." Andy smiled at Ivana who looked at him with a tender face.

In a restaurant with historical features, listening to beautiful orchestral music, looking at the antique crimson European tables and chairs, the white dining cloth is flat without any wrinkles.

"Miss Ivana is really amazing. The media all say that you two are princes and princesses from New York, and they are indeed an enviable pair of young people."

Andy smiled indifferently on her face, and Ivana looked at each other with a happy smile, who showed her white teeth, and Ivana said gracefully: "Thank you for your praise."

The three of them had been greeting for about twenty minutes. Warren Buffett had been observing the young man Andy Smith, but did not disappoint him. This handsome young man was very calm and didn't talk much from beginning to end. He didn't talk much, and he showed good rest and etiquette. He did not have any excitement or admiration when he saw the big man, and calm and indifferent.

On the contrary, Ivana's noble temperament and elegant speech play a good role in adjusting it, and she doesn't look like a nouveau riche at all. After all, Ivana's father is not popular in the upper circle and cannot control his mouth. No one likes anyone, especially the superficial nouveau riche who likes to brag about himself.

After the meal came, Andy just smiled lightly, looking at the smiling sweet Ivana and Warren Buffett with no concern and chatted with a soft look.

Andy could see that Warren Buffett liked Ivana very much. Of course, this kind of liking is the kind of younger generations that the elders like. Although Warren is also an old hooligan, even if he is fickle, the old guy is still at silly.

"I'm sorry, I'll be missing a little..." Ivana knew that her adhesive task had almost been completed, and it was time to leave some room for communication for the two of them. She picked up her handbag and stood up gracefully, and said apologetically to Buffett.

Warren Buffett smiled and reached out to signal, "It's okay."

Seeing Ivana's graceful figure fading away with a smile, Warren Buffett looked at Andy Smith opposite and said, "You have an excellent and enviable girlfriend."

"Thank you, Ivana's excellence is beyond doubt." Andy smiled and nodded in agreement. There was no implicit humility. This was not the American style, especially when complimenting relatives and lovers, modesty makes people misunderstand that it is not that excellent.

"To be honest, I have read your information before. From your experience of writing novels as a teenager to now, depravity, drowsiness, silence, rejuvenation, rise, and climbing all the way. It is entirely up to personal ability, and it also makes me understand one thing. You bet on all your wealth to the collapse of real estate in the United States is not because you believe in the analysis of think tanks or financial consultants, but because you believe in your own decisions, but this has always troubled me. Where does your confidence come from? 1 billion US dollars, at the age of 100 million, it is simply unthinkable."

Warren Buffett did not go around the corner, but spoke directly and expressed his doubts. He did not think that Andy was a blind and arrogant gambler. This young man had a calmness and maturity far beyond his age. He had unique vision, delicate mind, decisive decisiveness, and cold-blooded behavior. It was hard to believe that such a young man would do gambling with huge risks.

"Maybe I just want to make huge profits by gambling. Risks will increase with the continuous deduction of some data. And I have a good team." Andy rolled his eyes. He was not interested in discussing the inexplicable power or the complexity and change of human ing with the old fox on the other side.

The old man looked deep at Andy, who had a calm expression with bright eyes flashing, and said without objection, "Maybe."

"Moody's and Standard & Poor's will not drop the mbs rating, at least not in the near future, because they cannot be against the entire Wall Street and even the government. Now everyone has seen a huge storm brewing. I don't know when it will start to rage, and no one will drop bombs in the eyes of the storm, because the person who tear it apart will be the one who will tear it apart. At the first glance when I saw you, I knew you understood more than anyone else. What I did was just to show it to others, or more to prepare for the future layout and to jump out of the quagmire with profits!"

Andy looked at the bright eyes of the other person without any waves, smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and signaled to the other person, touched it and took a sip, "Maybe..."
Chapter completed!