The Richest Man in the DC World

Standing in front of the mirror, Emily didn't believe that the noble, beautiful and charming girl in the mirror would be herself. She pinched the back of her hand and felt pain. It wasn't a dream, it was really me!

Luke stood behind her and smiled, "Do you like it?"

Emily bowed her head and didn't speak. She acquiesced to not speaking. Luke liked it. He turned to the store manager and said,

"Clothes and jewelry, I want them all."

"Good!" The female store manager was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. "It's a total of 112,000 dollars. You are a distinguished guest. You can give a discount. 110,000 is enough."

One hundred and ten thousand!

Emily was startled and shook her head again and again.

"It's too expensive, I can't have it."

"This is not bought for you, it is loaned to you for fifty years. Remember to pay it back to me after fifty years."

Emily: "..."

Is there a difference between buying and sending?

Luke took out his bank card and put it on the counter,

"It turned out that the dress didn't need to be wrapped, it was thrown into the trash can."

Hearing this, Emily became anxious again.

"No, don't lose it!"

After speaking, seeing everyone's doubtful eyes, his cheeks instantly turned red, embarrassed, he just wanted to find a seam to get in,

"That's...that's my first dress I...I want to collect."

What a shame. I have never been so shameful in my 20 years of living. It's all that bastard Roger Conseus. If it weren't for him, how could I wear rented clothes to dinner parties.

"All right!"

Luke shrugged, "Please wrap it up, we'll pick it up after the banquet is over."

"Don't worry, we will take good care of it."

After leaving the clothing store, Emily still did not recover from the embarrassing situation just now. She glanced at the boy beside her from time to time. Under the brilliant lights, her delicate cheeks were slightly immature, but the smile raised at the corners of her mouth was full of With unspeakable confidence and freedom.

Emily couldn't help but said,

"Why buy such expensive clothes? We've only met for the second time, and we're not even friends."

"Who said we haven't met, you forget, the last thing I saw in my previous life was you."

"Stop kidding, tell me."

Luke explained, "Tonight I'm going to talk business with some big people. First of all, I can't be weak when talking about business. With such a beautiful woman by my side, who would dare to underestimate me!"

Emily hesitated, "But I'm from the FBI."

"That's better. If someone harass you later, you can say that you are the FBI, and don't scare them out of shit."

Emily: "?"

...

When she came to the hotel lobby again, Emily felt that the eyes of the people around her had changed dramatically. Everyone was looking towards this side. The man was amazed at Emily's face, and the woman frowned in disapproval.

There were a few courageous people who continued to drink and secretly looked at her waist. Emily's figure was excellent, especially her waist and buttocks were incredibly rounded. This was her proudest part, but now it has become the most embarrassing. The place.

Of course, the embarrassment was also mixed with a little bit of hilarity.

The scene where Cinderella puts on the crystal slipper and dances with the prince, that's it!

Emily muttered to herself, her right hand unconsciously holding Luke's arm.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women will attract attention everywhere. Luke is still young and not so eye-catching. Emily is different. She is dressed in a purple dress, which sets off her graceful body. The silver bracelet is placed on the wrist, and her skin is white, tender and smooth. , the crescent moon earrings were fished down, and the crystal necklace on the chest complemented each other. Coupled with beautiful purple hair and purple eyes that were even more dazzling than gemstones, they were really gorgeous and thriving.

Ninety percent of men were attracted to her, and Charlie, who came in a hurry, was no exception.

"boss,

It's all ready over there. "

Luke nodded and took Emily to the side hall.

Since becoming the Republican nominee, Malkey Donald has repeated his "Make America Great Again" campaign rhetoric wherever he goes, and this time was no exception.

After a group of seemingly impassioned but useless nonsense, Malkey stepped off the podium and greeted the guests.

Luke laughed, "Philip, do you support this guy as president?"

Arthur shook his head inexplicably and uttered a sigh of philosophical life,

"Who is the president, does it make a difference?"

Luke nodded, "It makes no difference, so you can be too!"

"I?"

"Of course, the first black president in the history of the United States, the pilot of the new era, I think these two titles are good and very suitable for you."

Philip shook his head with disapproval.

Luke continued, "How do you know something if you don't try it? Just like ShowMe, two months ago, no one would have thought that a social networking company could have millions of users in just a few dozen days, but it just happens to be It's up to people, isn't it?"

Philip frowned slightly, bowed his head silently, and didn't know what he was thinking.

After communicating with several important people, Malkey Donald finally came here, and Philip Arthur, who was the intermediary, introduced,

"This is Luke Shaw, the founder of ShowMe, my current boss, Luke, and this is Malkey Donald, my friend."

Luke stretched out his right hand,

"Mr Donald, your speech is very inspiring, especially the advice on immigration, which is thought-provoking."

"Yeah, that's great."

Malkey responded politely, his eyes swept over Luke's too young face, and then he turned to Emily next to him, and saw that beautiful face, and a light rose in his eyes.

Emily smiled, "Hello, Mr. Donald, I'm Emily Song, working for the FBI."

The light goes out instantly!

Malkey coughed slightly, and after being polite, he was about to leave, but was stopped by Luke,

"Mr. Donald, I have eight million votes in my hand, do you want it?"

Malkey's expression did not change, but his eyes were scrutinized.

A hairy boy actually told him that he had 8 million votes in his hand, who would believe it!

Luke didn't explain anything, and pointed to the no-man's corner,

"Talk over there, I guarantee you will get a satisfactory answer."

Malkey looked at Arthur, saw the latter nod, and then set aside the staff around him and left with Luke.

"Mr. Donald, I have heard a famous saying that only by keeping up with the trend will you not be abandoned by the times. What is the trend? The trend is the young people. If you catch the young people, you can seize the present and the future. I have seen you. According to the election report, the proportion of voters over 36 years old who support you reaches 78%, that is to say, you are at an absolute disadvantage among young people, don’t you want to change this situation?”

Malkey followed suit,

"Do you have any good suggestions?"

Luke smiled reservedly, "Two months ago, I started a social networking company called ShowMe, targeting young people, I'm ashamed to say, I've been busy for dozens of days, and the total users are only 8 million. There are millions of young people without a qualified leader, which is wrong."

"Mr. Donald, are you interested in being their life mentor?"