(Uh, let’s have another chapter on the public. There is a problem with that one, and you have to wait until the afternoon. The routine is that it will explode at 7 o’clock)

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Wang Le stayed here in Anfeng for a few days, mainly to satisfy his girlfriend Lisa's ride, and everyone packed their luggage and prepared to set out for Texas. In fact, Anfeng's usual style is to only bring documents and various cards when going out, because everything can be bought locally, but the ladies are different, and there are too many pieces.

It didn't take much time because there was a special plane to wait. After driving for a short distance, I took the Bombardier business jet provided by Mrs. Sinclair. The young people talked a lot, Lisa was very interested in equestrianism, and Joanna was professional enough, so she was chattering female voices along the way.

After arriving in Austin, I stayed in a hotel booked in advance, and the most conventional presidential party. Since An Feng planned to sell Tyran for no less than 10 billion, he didn't feel much pain in these expenses - in fact, he used to be heartless and indifferent.

The purpose of this time is mainly for official business, and it is naturally the matter of GP companies. After the negotiations between shareholders, Anfeng finally decided to make the decision. After the low-cost samples of super battery appeared, the subsidiary GP Energy was about to emerge. In the past few days, various issues have been considered, including registered capital and shareholders.

An Feng used his privileges to gain some share for Wang Le, but not much, most of them were booked by the giants. It is really not easy to make some money these days, especially in the field that threatens a certain party's existence. On the surface, it is a natural choice, but there are many people secretly. Cooperation with the giants is to eliminate these troubles.

After staying, the ladies went to experience the semi-open-air swimming pool exclusively in the hotel suite, while An Feng and Wang Le each had a bottle of beer, sat on the sofa and touched the bottle to drink. After chatting and despising each other, An Feng got to the point: "The current plan is that GP Energy plans to register 100 million yuan, the headquarters will occupy 55% of the shares, and the other 45% will be divided up for all walks of life, but 40% have been booked."

Wang Le could only admire him: "It seems that these big companies are all visionary. Just now there are samples, and they are just hungry wolves who are eating."

An Feng smiled and said, "Foresight is just a tool for me to make money. How much do you plan to invest?"

Wang Le said: "I can use more than 18 million."

An Feng blurted out: "Damn! You are a rich man!"

Wang Le rolled his eyes: "Renminbi! Also, don't be surprised or not? My little money is a big deal in front of you. The real corruption of capitalism is you. In the old society, everyone shouted to beat him! I forgot how to convert it, what is the recent exchange rate?"

An Feng said: "That's not too much. At 6 o'clock, you can come here with so much money, which is enough for two places to invest in immigration. Don't you plan to exchange for permanent residence?"

Wang Le said seriously: "I also thought about it. Because my brother was in charge of the family, I was not his business-oriented business, so I wanted to be free and stay in China for a while and I didn't see any prospects. But getting the right to residency means I need to stay in the United States for a long time."

"Just go back every three to five months. Are you so home-loving?" An Feng also knew his concerns. For those who hold green cards have left the United States for too long, the Immigration Bureau will think that you have no tendency to immigrate, and will reset your stay time, or even cancel your permanent residence rights if it takes too long.

Wang Le smiled: "Forgot that you are a realistic example."

An Feng said: "Just change your mind. If you want to be at home, you have to go home once or twice a year when you go out to work. Maybe you won't go back yet if you are busy. The green card is just an American visa-free token. His uncle's thing makes people unhappy. He threw the card directly back to China. Can you help me and me?"

Wang Le nodded: "It makes sense, I'll consider it again."

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An Feng attended several company meetings, and the matter of the subsidiary was a foregone conclusion. Even the government departments were ready. Capitalism still talks about privileges, but this is not determined by the power of a certain person, but by the capital of a certain company. It is easy to think that big customers can naturally get more smiles.

Some details still require sting. An Feng was too lazy to sit in the office with them all day long, so he asked his assistant, Miss Eve Ludlow, to take charge and report important matters to him on time. Later, he mentioned the hunting ground he bought. Everyone was interested and rented a car to go there.

The hunting ground in Lano County is about 100 kilometers away from Austin. Because it is not remote, has a high level of culture, it has a good development. This is also one of the main reasons An Feng chose at the beginning. To be honest, in some areas with low culture, racial problems cannot be avoided. White people who have never read many books or seen the world look down on other people of color, even though they are also a stinky person.

An Feng encountered fewer such situations, for two reasons: He lives in and lives in areas where rich people are concentrated. Everyone is cultured and has high quality, so he is naturally open-minded about racial issues. The second is that he is a rich businessman. He has only seen ordinary people calling for discrimination, which is unfair. He has never seen rich people calling for discrimination, right? Even if you discriminate, rich people will not take you seriously!

Texas is not as good as California, New York and other multi-ethnic areas. There will definitely be some prejudice, but no one will say it explicitly, because the United States is very strict with the laws in this regard. White people despise black people, but they will never say it out loud. But you can understand it by looking at the residential areas. White areas and black areas are clearly divided, and it is not enough to have laws alone.

After driving for more than an hour, I was straight all the way, without a toll station... When I arrived in Buchanandan, I gradually restored the vast land and sparsely populated rural style. When I approached Buchanan Lake, residential areas gradually appeared on the roadside, in groups of three or three, looking a little desolate.

An Feng in front turned on the turn signal and signaled to stop. Wang Le and he pulled over. Get off the car and it was a newly renovated gun shop, which was easy to recognize because its sign was a huge revolver with the English words "Micro Firepower" on it. The oversized gun shop sign stood beside the road, which was very conspicuous.

After getting off the bus, An Feng glanced at the parking spaces divided at the entrance of the store. There were five or six cars parked. This time period was not a weekend, but there were some customers. It seemed that the business was pretty good. He called everyone over, took Joanna's hand, walked into the gun store together, and suddenly realized.

A medium-sized gun shop should have everything. Shelves filled with colorful bullet boxes are hung on the walls with various types of guns, models and ages; pistols of varying lengths are neatly placed in transparent containers, and advertisements and posters of various guns or outdoor brands are hung on the wall; there are also some firearm accessories in the professional area, ranging from gun oil to DIY equipment.

There are a wide variety of firearms in the store, and several customers are pushing trolleys through the shelves filled with bullets, giving people the feeling that they are no different from visiting a supermarket.

"Authentic American gun shop culture! Long time no see, Bruce!" Old Mike, who rushed over after hearing the news, smiled and hugged An Feng with a warm hug. The people of Texas are very happy in this regard. If he thinks you are good, he will show his enthusiasm, but if you are bad, he will also raise it in person, not caring about your feelings.

"Looks great!" An Feng looked around. There was only one floor of the gun shop, but the ceiling was very high. There was a fluorescent light hanging down, looking like a small warehouse.

"It's good that you can be satisfied!" Old Mike said with a smile.

"It's impeccable for me, an outsider!" An Feng introduced his companions, "They are my friends and come here to open their eyes."

Old Mike said proudly: "Of course there is a strong western style here! Come on! I will take you to have a good time and there are many improvements and creativity!"

Old Mike enthusiastically introduced them here and there. Since the gun shop was built on Anfeng's private land, it occupies a wide area and the group of people did not squeeze at all when they walked around. When they met someone they were interested, they stopped to touch it, or held it in their hands to take photos as a souvenir.

What’s even more shocking is that the US military’s M72-LAW rocket launcher was hung on the wall of a certain place, and a brand new AT4 rocket launcher!

An Fengqi was surprised: "Mike, are these real people?"

Old Mike nodded: "Of course! But don't get me wrong. Although it is real, we don't have rocket trafficking. That's what the arms dealer does!"

"Oh!" An Feng nodded. If you can really play with the rocket launcher, then this gun shop will be invincible. If you want to enjoy it, the level is still not high enough. Maybe you can only be able to enjoy it after being promoted to a company with an arms manufacturing license... But it is not impossible, it is easy to say that you have money.

After walking around, Wang Le asked, "Is the gun shop yours?"

An Feng nodded with a smile: "Of course, but I am just an investor. The one who really manages the operation of the gun store is Old Mike. I don't interfere in these things."

"So clever!" Wang Le saw through An Feng's original purpose at a glance, "Let local Americans run gun shops, and you, a guy, can easily bypass the gun management regulations!"
Chapter completed!