As a result, there was a big follower next to An Feng.

They had a three-point meal (two servings from Guli) in a restaurant. An Feng looked at him. This guy was tall and strong, with a figure of over 1.9 meters. Standing beside him, he would unconsciously realize that he was second-class disabled. You could see a ferocity deep in his eyes that could not be concealed.

Although Guli didn't say it, the origin of such a person is definitely not simple. What if it were some Russian mafia or something, wouldn't it cause trouble?

An Feng wiped his mouth with a tissue and said seriously: "Guli, you know the reason why I helped you out of gratitude, not wanting you to do my job for me."

Guri looked up at him, holding a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, with fragments of pizza on his mouth. He seemed to think about it and then said, "I know, you are a good person. But what I said before will not violate it. I can be your bodyguard before the interview begins."

Bodyguard? An Feng frowned. He was not a super rich man or a politician. What kind of bodyguard should he use?

An Feng confirmed the question: "So you decided to follow me?"

"Yes," Guri said.

"What would you do?"

"I'm very good at teaching people!" Guli counted his fingers, "You can use guns, be familiar with light weapons, be able to torture, drive, drive helicopters, and drive assault ships..."

"Oh! Please! I'm a pacifist! No mercenaries are needed!" An Feng was overwhelmed.

Guri grinned: "But there will always be surprises, like last night, isn't it? I don't think a gentleman should show violence in front of a lady."

"When did you speak so well?"

"I memorized some movie lines." Guli said embarrassedly.

An Feng Khan, TM’s is honest. He continued: "Okay, I want to confirm that what experiences you have in the past is your privacy, but have you committed a case on this land of the United States? Will it involve me? Tell me honestly, I don’t want to get into trouble without understanding."

"No..." Guli avoided An Feng's eyes, "Okay, there is one thing, but I can guarantee that the police did not file a case! I have had conflicts with locals, but I did not provoke them on my own initiative. Those robbers attacked the lady, so I can no longer stand by."

"Another?" An Feng heard the word clearly.

Guli's eyes changed and he nodded: "Yes, I had hesitation before, and then something unfortunate happened. I can't stand by and watch anymore."

"Is this why you took action last night?" An Feng seemed to understand.

"Yes." Guri nodded.

"Okay, you stay until your visa is completed." An Feng said to him.

Guli grinned again.

"But I have many rules." An Feng attacked him.

...

After calling Joanna, she told her that Guli's affairs had been handled and there were no major problems, she left a few blessings, and then contacted Song Wenrui. The cooperation matters had been negotiated, but the specific division of labor had not been explained clearly. They planned to call a few more people to discuss.

The experiment process is not important to An Feng. He has complete steps in his mind. It can be said that even if he closes his eyes, he can draw engineering drawings with a pen. However, the experiment can check Song Wenrui and Tian Hao's understanding of graphene technology, so that they can arrange their work focus in the future.

This is a complex project, including not only core technology research and development, but also a complete production workshop, involving various precision machines, machine tools, etc. In order to get this graphene, he needs to be familiar with high-precision machine tools and advanced synthetic materials... and moves the whole body with one move.

This time I changed my location, not at UCB but at the University of San Francisco where Tian Hao studied. There was not much difference, it was just that Tian Hao was convenient for class.

After briefly introducing Guli to Song Wenrui, set off with him.

There are many universities in the San Francisco area, including Berkeley, Stanford and other institutions. The University of San Francisco where Tian Hao studied is not eye-catching in front of these big heads, but there are many Chinese students. Moreover, it is private. For students with good academic performance, scholarships are very generous.

Song Wenrui drove in front to lead the way, An Feng's sports car followed behind, crossed the Oakland Bay Bridge, entered the San Francisco-city area, and continued to go uphill and downhill. The University of San Francisco was built on the hillside, looking for parking spaces on the campus, and vehicles were also coming in around him. Song Wenrui's car was about to get into an empty space, and a black Audi R8 drove on the other side. The other party pressed the horn and blocked it, allowing Song Wenrui to retreat first.

A head stretched out from the R8 car window, Chinese - because he was using Mandarin to curse people: "Hey! Your eyes don't look at the road! You're fucking four-eyed boy!"

After saying that, he stepped on the accelerator a few times, and the engine roared. Song Wenrui didn't want to compete with such a person and wanted to retreat, but An Feng's car followed behind, and the road was narrow and he couldn't retreat. The other party also noticed this and got out of the car. Two white men got out of a GMC car behind.

"Back back! Fuck!" the white man shouted in English.

When An Feng saw four arrogant guys outside, he frowned. They came first, and the road was obviously not for the vehicle to travel in the opposite direction. These guys were really arrogant. Guli saw An Feng's expression, pushed the door and got out of the car without saying a word. Before An Feng could speak, he had already arrived in front of the other side.

The four of them saw a big guy coming in a fierce manner, and were stunned for a moment. Guli had already come to them, pinched the necks of the two Chinese in front of them, lifted them up with one hand, put them aside, and then came to the white man calmly and asked in a deep voice: "What do you two want to do?"

The two white men looked up at the vicious Guli, and their momentum disappeared. They saw that he got off from a valuable sports car, both in terms of financial resources and strength. They said consciously: "It's okay, a misunderstanding." Then they returned to the car in shame and reversed.

The two Chinese looked at Guli with some fear. The helpers left, and they dared not stay. They just showed off their power and left a threat: "You wait!"

Guli turned around and showed a winning smile at Anfeng.

Anfeng is convinced.

After parking the car, Guli heard that he was going to do a boring experiment, so he immediately shook his head: "It would be better for me to stay below to help you see the car."

As he pleased, An Feng asked Song Wenrui as he walked: "Why are those international students so arrogant?"

Song Wenrui said contemptuously: "They are all second and third generations from China. They either have money or are officials. They don't know anything else here, but they can use money to make friends. Do you see those white people? They all use money to make relationships, otherwise how could they make friends with a yellow person who can't even speak English?"

"No, international students can't even speak English?" An Feng was surprised.

Song Wenrui explained: "There are two types of international students. One is to be a real scholar, and even if you don't understand, you can learn it slowly. The other is to be rich and powerful. Now it's okay, at least you can use money. In the past, they liked to gather with their own people and not participate in other activities. What do you think you can learn? English? Some people have been studying for four years and haven't learned English, but the domestic dialect is so smooth!"

An Feng smiled: "That relationship is not called studying abroad, it is called a luxury overseas trip for compatriots!"

Song Wenrui was not interested in them: "Everyone of them is very rich, buying sports cars and living in luxury houses. Some international students are still in China, so they call local car dealers to order sports cars. When they run a party, they are simply a luxury car show! In some small cities around universities, the economy is completely pulled up by Chinese students. More than half of the sales of luxury cars come from this group of wealthy students, and smart dealers have hired Chinese-speaking Chinese sales!"

"What's this called? Foreign private customization?" An Feng said sarcastically.

Song Wenrui curled his lips: "But it deserves it. Those with backgrounds think that sending children to study will make a fortune. Who would have thought that they only learned to spend money and no one could take care of them. In the past, they were always blackmailed by black people and bullied by white people. Now the two kinds of people have no idea. They say that they can be filial to them every month and pay as much as possible. There is even a big-macao. The white students laugh behind their backs as rich reptiles!"

An Feng sighed: "It's better to stay in China. At least there is a powerful father who has to take care of everything. Money can solve the problem, harmony and stability overwhelm everything. Do you need to come here to enjoy being bullied and extorted? If you have money, don't you know how to solve the troublesome life?"

Song Wenrui didn't understand: "Who knows what their parents think? The moon in foreign countries is full? Maybe it's because they want to get an identity, or maybe it's because they transfer assets of unknown origin. This trend is getting more and more serious. Domestic international students have become polarized. On the one hand, they have learned very well, while on the other hand, they are very rich."

"Hey, what do you care about them? Do your own business." An Feng looked up at the laboratory number and arrived at the place without realizing it.
Chapter completed!