"No problem! It's getting late today. I'll take you to have dinner first and then take you to the hotel."

"Tomorrow morning we will go to SEC to get the RIA license together, and we will have dinner at my house at noon. After lunch, we will visit the company in the afternoon, and in the evening we will attend a dinner to celebrate the opening!"

Holding the steering wheel, Julian drove and introduced the itinerary to Carter.

"By the way, are you ready for your dress? Tomorrow's dinner is different from the one George and his friends had last time. It's in the nature of an opening ceremony, so it will be more formal."

"What kind of dress are you talking about? A tuxedo? I don't have that, but I brought a suit!"

Carter patted the schoolbag next to him, which was more bulging than usual, to show that he understood the difference in the nature of this banquet.

The dinner hosted by George Soros and others to celebrate the fund's name change was just a gimmick. In essence, it was more of a private, small-circle gathering.

But the purpose of this celebration dinner for the establishment of Tiger Asset Management is more to announce to the world that Tiger is coming!

Whether or not to raise funds is secondary. The main thing is that you have to let people know and remember you first.

"A suit is enough. We are not a traditional aristocratic gathering like an antique. Of course, the suit must be more formal. Don't dress me in something colorful. Otherwise, my old face will be completely embarrassed!"

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After teasing Carter with a smile, Julian asked about the business:

"Also, what would you like to eat tonight? French food? Or Italian food? Or go to our American-style restaurant?"

When it comes to more formal banquets, Americans have long preferred French food. Even the American state banquet in the White House did not begin until 2005, when a Filipino female chef who was good at cooking American food was promoted to White House chef.

transformation.

In this era, the White House's state banquet was when French cuisine was in vogue. Even the menus were still in French, and even Kennedy's wife said she wanted the White House to become the American Versailles in terms of food...

As the saying goes, what goes up leads to what follows. In this era, the most high-end restaurants in a place are basically French restaurants. Even if there are many guests in other restaurants, it is difficult to go up to this level.

In the same way, in the United States at this time, French food was basically equated with high-end and classy food. When Julian mentioned expensive French food, Licolis's eyes lit up.

They’re flying and eating French food. That’s all the so-called upper class people are, right?!

However, the next second, Licolis heard a heartbreaking voice...

"Forget it, French food is such a waste of time. I almost vomited from eating pasta at home, so save your money and go to Chinatown to eat Chinese food! I strongly recommend you to try Sichuan and Hunan cuisine in Chinese food!"

Carter, who had healed his butt and forgot about the pain, looked at the busy traffic in New York outside the car window, and his mind suddenly came to life. While planning to challenge the limit of his anorectal tolerance again, he smiled mischievously and planned to trick Julian...

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Thinking about it, tomorrow was supposed to be this guy's moment of glory, but he had to hold his face and cover his buttocks...

Hey, awesome!

"Which one was there last time?"

When Julian heard this, his expression immediately became strange, and at the same time there was a hint of fear and pain.

Last year, he and Carter went to eat so-called Chinese food. Thanks to Carter, who is a bad guy who specializes in spicy food. Now Julian has equated Chinese food with abnormally spicy food, and the level of terror in his heart is even greater.

It directly surpasses Mexican food.

But unfortunately, Carter was a guest, and everyone brought it up, so Julian couldn't object. He could only mutter, "I don't understand why you have such strong taste", and then turned the steering wheel and drove towards Chinatown...

"Aha, yes, it's the same one as last time!"

Carter suddenly remembered that he had gone to eat with Julian once, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. It seemed that Julian could not be tricked this time. However, Carter felt very happy when he thought of the taste of hometown in his memory.

It's just that this pleasure quickly disappeared...

New York's Chinatown has not changed much this year. At early eight o'clock in the evening, it is also past the time for most people to have dinner. The fat old man who was sitting in the restaurant was bored when he first saw a car.

When stopped in front of the restaurant.

With a bright smile on his face, he stood up and prepared to come over to greet him, but the moment he saw Carter getting out of the car...

"Get out! Get out! You are not welcome here! Don't come back again!"

Carter was immediately shocked when he saw the expression on the fat boss's face changing from joy to anger, as if he were changing his face in a Sichuan opera, and the hand that had already touched the handle of the chair next to him.

What's going on?!

I haven’t been to New York recently, so why did I offend him? When we were leaving, weren’t we still good friends?!

Stopping at the door of the store, Carter seemed a little at a loss.

Again, when you come to Chinatown, even if you have a white skin, the sense of intimacy in your bones is indelible. Compared with last time, Carter, who has gradually integrated into American life, is no longer what he was last year.

I was so excited when I first arrived here, but when I walked into Chinatown.

Psychologically, he was still happy and emotional. Even if it was not with the mentality of going to see relatives, it was also with the expectation of meeting long-lost old friends.

But what is presented to Carter now, is he still an old friend? If not ready to take action, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is an enemy...

"Old Chen! Don't mess around! Put down the stool!"

The fat boss's roar not only attracted the attention of passers-by, but also caused the fat aunt to rush down from the second floor. When she saw her husband's hands on the edge of the chair, she quickly shouted...

"Go away! I won't accept you here!"

Not to mention the fact that the fat aunt held down his hand, the fat boss himself knew that he really couldn't lift this stool...

As a minority, if he attacks Carter at this time, he will not be able to bear the consequences. Especially when he still knows that Carter is a rich man.

"This is...Mr. Chen, is there any misunderstanding between you two?"

Seeing the tense scene in front of them, Julian and Licolis were immediately as stunned as Carter. But fortunately, Julian's mind was not as complicated as Carter's. When encountering such a thing, they could only

It was a sudden misunderstanding.

After walking quickly to the door of the store and stopping between Carter and the fat boss, Julian asked tentatively.

"Misunderstanding?! Is there any misunderstanding? There is no misunderstanding!"

"I finally understand, you guys are not good at anything!"

"Old Chen, don't talk nonsense! I didn't mess with you!"

The fat aunt's advice was in Chinese, and Julian didn't understand it. But there was no way he wouldn't understand the "gwailo" the fat boss said...

This kind of discriminatory insult, at least in this era, made Julian's face look ugly. Just when he was suppressing his anger and planning to warn this ungrateful fat man, Carter suddenly spoke:

"Old Chen, I really don't know what happened? If I feel sorry for you in any way, just tell me directly and I will take responsibility to the end! You won't say such bad words, will you?!"
Chapter completed!