Reborn 92's Business Tycoon

Chapter 580: Chapter 580: Revisiting

The day before the election, the newspapers were full of campaign news, and the TV was constantly showing campaign news in a rolling broadcast.

Although it was the last day before the election, the two presidential candidates, George W. Bush and Al Gore, were still going all out, without a moment to rest, because maybe the voters in these places they had visited to canvass for votes would choose them if they opened their eyes first thing in the morning?

Looking at the noise on TV and in the newspapers, and seeing the significantly increased police presence on the streets, Britta Marling felt fed up. She thought of the man who had been so full of enthusiasm when he had talked about his charity ideas, and also of the crazy, carefree night at the hotel.

Although she knew that in the current situation, whoever made the first move would be the one to lose out, she still, for some reason, called von Yiping. 'I'm concerned about the free rice website,' she thought as she dialed the number.

However, as soon as the call connected, the question she asked had nothing to do with the website at all. 'Where are you now?'

'According to plan, I should have returned to China already, but I really wanted to experience one of the most important events in so-called universal democracy, so I stayed on for a few more days. What about you? Are you not in class?'

'I just finished lunch. What are you doing?'

Just after finishing lunch, Feng Yiping looked at his watch. It was already past four o'clock. Then he immediately remembered that there was a three-hour time difference between California and Washington.

'I'm in a café on Hollywood's Sunset Strip, waiting to see a celebrity,'

'Which celebrity are you hoping to see?' As she spoke, Ma Ling was chasing an empty mineral water bottle on the road and kicking it.

'Nicole Kidman, Charlize Theron, Jessica Alba, Natalie Portman, Kate Beckinsale...' Feng Yiping rattled off the names of many Hollywood actresses, and then, after hearing silence on the other end of the line, he said slowly, "But the one I most want to meet right now is Brit Marling,'

'Che," there was a laugh on the other end, 'I'm no actress,'

You will be, honey.

'Besides, I don't like Hollywood, it's so luxurious,'

'You'll still be here in the future, honey.'

'After so many days of non-stop work, tomorrow I plan to go to Disneyland after observing the election and voting. Unfortunately, I'm here, I don't know anyone, I don't have any friends, and if I want to go out, I can only go with my own shadow. It's really sad!'

He translated the ancient poem literally, and Ma Ling immediately said, 'Why would you have a lot of sad things? Besides, how come you can't find someone to talk to, the person you brought with you?'

'Well, he was left behind in San Francisco by his girlfriend, and now I'm really all alone,' Feng Yiping continued to act pitiful, 'I wonder if any warm-hearted American people will come and keep me company?'

'Forget it, I have to go to class,' the other person hung up the phone.

Feng Yiping smiled wryly. For these American men and women who did not have a regular partner, ONS was too common. What was he thinking!

I wonder what the celebrities are doing, are they also busy discussing tomorrow's vote, or going to the campaign headquarters of the two candidates to support them. Feng Yiping sat in the open-air cafe for more than 40 minutes, but he didn't see a single one of them, not to mention the big names, not even a familiar little one.

Eating alone is no fun. As he slowly walked along the road back to the hotel, he ate some unrefined things, such as hot dogs, corn pancakes, sandwiches, donuts, ice cream, etc. He ate the good ones and threw away the mediocre ones. By the time he returned to the hotel, his stomach was already full.

The receptionist's name was Yiping Feng, and she smiled as she called out his name. Although her pronunciation was still strange, at least he could understand her without too much effort. And her smile looked very sincere, which was very different from the very professional smiles he saw in his own hotel. How did they do it?

Lying on the balcony surrounding the room, Feng Yiping held a glass of wine and looked at the bright night view of Beverly Hills. He felt a little bit boring and thought it would be nice to have someone by his side.

Ma Ling snuck back to the dormitory in the middle of class, saying, 'I must be crazy,' as she stuffed clothes into her bag. When she left, she sent a text message to her roommate, 'I'm not here tonight, so send someone over!'

Feng Yiping, who was lying on his back on the bed, fell asleep. He heard his phone ringing in a daze and picked it up without looking at it. "Where are you staying?" There was the sound of planes taking off and landing in the background.

'Four Seasons Hotel,' he answered like a delirium, and then suddenly woke up and sat up abruptly, "Four Seasons Hotel in Beverly Hills," he looked at the time, it was past midnight, 'Do you want me to pick you up?'

'No, I'll take a taxi,'

'Then be careful,'

After hanging up the phone, Feng Yiping was no longer sleepy, and he even went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. After coming out, he looked at the scenery outside the window again and felt that it was even more dazzling.

An hour and three minutes later, the door was knocked on. Feng Yiping opened the door and Ma Ling, carrying a suitcase, darted in, crashing into his arms and not forgetting to slam the door behind her with her foot.

When Feng Yiping finally got a chance to speak, he asked, 'Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something first?'

'Eat you first,' she said, and his mouth was immediately stuffed.

This girl is fierce, but Feng Yiping was not afraid at all.

They moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, and then back to the bedroom again. During this time, Ma Ling said the word that starts with 'F' many times, and her voice rarely stopped, with a bright high pitch and a sincere low pitch. This made the very conscientious Feng Yiping worry a lot about the quality of sleep of the tenants in the next room tonight.

Moreover, the American girl also cared a lot about her own feelings in this matter, and would clearly state her requirements, which in turn made Feng Yiping's emotions even more aroused.

After a long time, the battle temporarily came to a halt. Feng Yiping looked at the messy quilt and shrugged his shoulders, 'Washing up?'

But there was no reply. He looked and saw Ma Ling, flushed all over, asleep with her arm around him.

It seems that this exercise really helps sleep better than sleeping pills.

At this time, the voting in this presidential election has already begun on the TV, which has never been turned off. It is now broadcasting live from a small village in northern New Hampshire, close to the US-Canada border.

At 0:00 Eastern Time, in Dixville Notch, the first village in the United States to vote, 12 registered voters got out of bed, walked out of their houses, and cast their votes at the polling station not far from the village.

Feng Yiping kept watching the results of this village's voting come in. In the end, among the 12 voters, both Al Gore and George W. Bush received 6 votes.