On June 27, at the New York Yacht Pier, Yang Cheng kissed Miranda Keer goodbye and sent the last wave of guests away, and let out a long sigh.

The night before yesterday, he set out from New York and headed south all the way, and returned overnight after a day of partying in Miami. The guests returned with great pleasure, but Yang Cheng leaned on the Audi S8 with a tired face and asked Allen for a cigarette to light it.

"Don't you smoke?" Allen climbed up on the tires and sat on his Knight XV engine cover. The front of the car suddenly sank. This fat man was quite flexible.

Hansen and Andrew automatically dispersed left and right, alerting Yang Cheng about 10 meters in a radius. The dock was flat and the field of view was wide, and any emergencies could be seen at a glance.

Yang Cheng took a sip of cigarette, circled around in his lungs and then spit out it. His skillful movements were not as good as not smoking frequently.

"I learned it in college, but I rarely smoke it. This thing is not good for the health, so you should try it less." Yang Cheng took two more mouthfuls and threw it on the ground, stepped on it and crushed it.

Allen nodded. He liked smoking cigars more than smoking, or rather the mellow scent of cigars.

"The oil price continues to decline in the past two days, approaching the $70 mark. If this line breaks through, $50 is just around the corner."

Yang Cheng looked happy. Nothing can eliminate fatigue better than making money. "Did you calculate it? How much can we make when closing the position at the expected price?"

"I didn't make any calculations, because we increased our leverage later. At the expected price of $55, if all the positions are closed, the profit should be around $2 billion..."

"Only $2 billion?" Yang Cheng was a little dissatisfied. He made $2 billion after a big fight. This amount of money was barely enough for him to repay Yuanshan Capital to pay for him the acquisition of Delta Air Lines shares. Including the funds needed to acquire the forum publishing company, he spent all the money before he got it. It was so hard...

Allen didn't know Yang Cheng's plan, and was stunned as if he had seen a water monster. "**, 2 billion is still a little bit too? How much is it too much? 200 billion?"

"Idiot, I don't think it's too much."

Yang Cheng dislikes Allen’s problem very much. Who thinks that there is too much money?

"You are just an idiot. You go to the street to inquire and give 2 billion US dollars for free. Who thinks it's too little?" Allen jumped out of the car in discontent, and the earth shook.

"Damn, lose weight quickly. If you continue to be so fat, the FBI should imprison you, the entire quake source."

I talked about the mountains with Alan in the early morning sea breeze, and got in the car and went home...

......

Allen can go home and sleep, but Yang Cheng can't do it. Johnny Utah is the owner of the audio and video store who rented Yang Cheng's store. Last night, when Yang Cheng was exchanging body fluids with Miranda Keer, he suddenly called and said there was something important to discuss and asked him to talk to the store.

Last night, Yang Cheng sperm was in the brain and didn't think about it. Now when I think back, Johnny Utah's voice was very excited. Did he hit the powerful ball again?

Damn, his luck is not so good, right? He wants to buy a few lottery tickets and is actually lucky. After all, he is also a lucky person.

Half an hour later, the dark green Audi S8 was parked in front of a Turkish restaurant on the 46th Street in the morning light. Andrew got out of the car and bought breakfast for the three of them. Yang Cheng ordered a box of kapsalon (a vegetable salad with a combination of French fries and Turkish barbecue, which is very delicious. Xiaopang's family recommendation!). After a few simple bites in the car, Yang Cheng asked Andrew to park the car first and took Hansen to walk to the audio and video store. In the past two days, his body was a little stiff and not so flexible.

Walking forward slowly, while doing stretching exercises, stretching your hands back hard, Yang Cheng clearly heard the "clog" sound of the friction between muscles and bones near the fatigue muscles of the shoulders. Recently, he could always hear similar sounds.

After moving for a few times, he felt a little sad and sighed inwardly, "Don't have periarthritis of the shoulder at a young age."

New York is near the vast Atlantic Ocean, deeply infiltrated by ocean water vapor, and the climate is mild and humid. However, due to its leeward side of the Appalachian Mountains, the influence of the winter monsoon ends in the central plain. In addition, the Gulf Current increases heat and humidity for New York, and the precipitation is relatively uniform throughout the year, and there is no obvious rainy and dry season.

As the Big Apple City is about to enter July, the temperature is rising and precipitation is gradually increasing. In addition, due to the heat island effect, walking on the streets of New York in summer will always give people a feeling of sultry and humid.

Yang Cheng did several sets of exercises and felt that his muscles were no longer stiff and stretched a lot. He vomited turbid breath and turned his head to chat with Hansen, "Hansen, do your troops have any suitable fitness methods? They are not that tired, but can also achieve a certain amount of exercise."

Hansen tilted his head and thought about it. This requirement is really difficult. How can there be an effective fitness method that is neither tired nor effective? If anyone invented a kind of thing, it would be a big profit.

Moreover, the purpose of military training is to squeeze the potential of every soldier. If you can get tired of you, you will never let you stand.

However, Yang Cheng is the boss, and he is not easy to complain about it. He thought about it carefully, let alone reminding him of a kind of retired agent who was born in Mossad, Israel, in an exchange symposium.

A set of warm-up exercises suitable for use in small spaces or enemy positions was introduced. At the beginning of this set of movements, it was developed to allow agents who were active behind enemy lines to keep their bodies warm at all times, and recover themselves after being injured and restore their exercise functions as quickly as possible.

Later it was gradually promoted to Mossad and even the Wild Boy Special Forces as the basic action of learning fighting skills.

To give a simple example, just like the number of radio gymnastics that students in Country Z do, it is actually evolved from military boxing little by little, which is the foundation of various close-fitting fighting skills taught by the army.

A brief description of this set of action theory to Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng was very interested after listening to it. The movements sounded not difficult and were not as complicated as yoga. As long as each movement is done well and time is done, the effect brought is no worse than that of sweating profusely in the gym for an hour.

I decided to go back and find some time to learn from Hansen. I always thought about exercising before. I quarreled several times but didn't take action and didn't take time...

Well, it’s actually because I’m lazy and tired. It’s better to hold a woman and exercise when I have that time. Anyway, they are all exercising and sweating. What’s the difference?

Turning around the corner, there is Johnny Utah's audio and video store. It usually opens at 10 a.m., and it's useless to open early. No one loves music so much that he doesn't go to work early in the morning to visit the audio and video store.

There are signs hanging on the glass door that are suspended, but the mechanical security door is not put down. Through the window, you can vaguely see someone wandering around inside.

Without hesitation, Yang Cheng pushed the door and entered directly.

"Sorry, it's not business hours now... Oh, it's you, jason, good morning"

Johnny Utah heard the sound of opening the door and thought it was a customer who didn't see the sign. As a result, Yang Cheng walked in with a beach outfit wearing a shorts and shirt and inserted her pocket.

"Good morning, Johnny, I just got off the boat and came by. I thought you hadn't come yet." I casually explained why I came early, and picked up a Beatles record and looked it up.

Perhaps because it was not open yet, there was no music in the store, and the empty hall seemed a little quiet, and Johnny's loud voice was echoed every time he said.

"Do you like the Beatles?" Johnny asked with a rag, holding a wiping away his beloved record, and walked over and asked with his shirt.

Yang Cheng seemed to hear the news of the arrival of UFO, and she tilted back exaggeratedly, spreading her hands, "come on Johnny, who doesn't love the Beatles?"

“Hey jude?”

“hey jude!”

"Ha ha..."

The two looked at each other and laughed, and fucked.

Johnny Utah breathed a sigh, "I didn't expect that there are still young people who like Beatles now. I suddenly realized that you are not that hateful jason. You are a great guy at this moment."

Yang Cheng can understand how much joy the Beatles brought to people 50 years ago, when there were no mobile phones or the Internet, and TV was not popular, and the emergence of the Beatles brought to people, as well as the endless memories today, these are all the fun of chasing stars that cannot be felt in the fast food era, and they cannot feel the kind of touched by the simplicity of creation.

Put down the record and gently brushed the cover...

There is always someone who compares Michael Jackson and Beatles to compare who is greater. In fact, there is no need for Michael Jackson to bring more sensory stimulation, screams, flirtatious twisting, subversive space walks, etc. to make people soar in adrenaline.

Beatles can bring people's spiritual resonance, and write simple lyrics into the soul and sing them into the heart.

Just like at the opening ceremony of the 2012 London Olympics, Paul McCartney made the finale and led 80,000 people to sing together hey jude. The shocking scene is still in people's hearts.

Perhaps Paul McCartney, who is in his 70s, has no longer clear and loud voice, but the touch he brings to people has not decreased by a little.

After putting away the memories, Yang Cheng looked at Johnny Utah in front of him. It seemed that this guy was not as sharp as last time he met. Although his Spartan figure seemed to never be described as implicit, it might be related to his removal of the turban. The last time he felt that there was not such a strong contrast. Without the turban, Johnny's pirate aura weakened a lot.

"Johnny, are you going to continue working on it, right?" He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"Hey, baby Johnny, are you here?"

Johnny hadn't answered yet, and the sudden voice made Yang Cheng's whole body numb and goose bumps came out.

I buckled my ears, there is no hearing hallucination, right?

Johnny Baby”?

WTF, who has such a heavy taste?

Immediately afterwards, a wave of vibration came from Yang Cheng's soles.

"Dongdongdongdong...", from far to near.

A sense of déjà vu that Allen rushed over.

Turning back with a trembling heart, a black woman with a visual 240 pounds ran over from the other side of the rack like a tiger. No, the bear was out of the cage and rushed towards Johnny Utah.

Have you seen the animal world? It's the same as the Alaska brown bear who woke up from hibernation, burned out the fat and saw trout jumping in the river, drooling into the water and hunting.

MD, Yang Cheng was confused and had two thick abalone-like lips tangled together, making strange noises from time to time, and the undigested breakfast in her appetite was churning.

Yang Cheng covered her eyes, as if she was frightened when watching a horror movie. No wonder she thought Johnny was a little different.

After a long time of trouble, it was spring.
Chapter completed!