The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

"The gift is not here."

Edwin asked, "Want to go to my lab?"

At this point, he seemed to have a rare hint of resentment, "From the beginning until now, as a special assistant, you have never come to the laboratory once..."

"cough."

Tang Tang coughed lightly upon hearing this, and said helplessly, "I was very busy before."

There was nothing she could do.

If she wasn't really busy, she would have gone to Edwin's laboratory to observe.

After all, this is the laboratory of a Nobel Prize winner...there are so many secrets hidden in it.

"So is today okay?"

There was a hint of anticipation in Edwin's eyes. "If you don't mind, I'd like to invite you to dinner after I come out of the lab."

Tang Tang paused when he heard this and looked at him without saying anything.

The man is undoubtedly excellent, even better than most people in this world.

His temperament is not exactly the same as Wang Feiyi's.

Wang Feiyi has a kind of majesty that comes from being in a high position for a long time. He is like a silent and towering mountain, and he has control over everything in his life and affairs.

When he faced Tang Tang, he looked up to her like a mountain, yet he also bent down voluntarily. The bow of a superior was a willing support, just like the vast ocean, willing to silently roll up all the waves for her.

But Edwin was different.

He did not receive the kind of gentlemanly education that has been passed down through the millennia in China, which values ​​tolerance and broad-mindedness. Instead, he possessed the aggressive spirit that is unique to the American region, a land of constant bombardment, invasion, and gun smoke.

What does that feel like?

That's about it - every word and every step Edwin takes seems to have a clear purpose.

He was getting closer to Tang Tang step by step, because he knew himself very clearly.

He had feelings for her, whatever those feelings were.

Curiosity, surprise, exploration, speculation, admiration...

Anything is fine.

Edwin knew he was going to reach out and get everything he wanted.

He still has the aggressiveness unique to the American elite in his bones.

For example, if it is something he likes, he must get it.

Even if it's obtained by robbery, it's not bad.

……

Therefore, Tang Tang could clearly know that Edwin in front of her was slightly disguised.

His conduct was impeccable—gentle, patient, gentlemanly, and courteous.

It seemed like he was an unparalleled, absolutely perfect date.

Tang Tang thought to himself.

Oh, Edwin was about to turn himself into a delicious, sweet cream cake.

It’s just to catch Tang Tang.

Tang Tang laughed, but couldn't help feeling a little happy for Edwin's painstaking efforts.

No one hates being flattered...especially when it's done in the right way.

So Tang Tang thought for a few seconds and accepted Edwin's invitation.

But Tang Tang is not the type to feel sorry for a man...most of the time.

So she said directly, "I don't want to eat Western food, nor do I want to eat Americanized Chinese food... Dear Edwin, I think you should know what I mean, such as the legendary General Tso's Chicken."

"At the same time, I don't want to eat any steak or raw food," Tang Tang said, as picky as an emperor. "At the same time, I want a beautiful dinner and a beautiful night view."

Very picky and difficult to please, but also very proud and cute.

Edwin did not think she was bossy; he even thought her vigor and vitality were quite vivid and captivating.

Especially her bright purple eyes, which were a little lighter under the sunlight, like crystal clear crystal, so beautiful that it was incomparable.

Then Edwin felt as if he had been bewitched.

He bent down slightly uncontrollably, raised his hand and gently brushed the loose hair on her cheek that was blown by the wind with his fingers.

Tang Tang didn't hide, but looked at Edwin quietly.

"My hair... was messed up by the wind."

Edwin gently tucked the soft hair in his palm behind Tang Tang's ear, and his fingertips touched her cheek uncontrollably.

A soft touch flashed across his fingertips. Edwin was a little reluctant, but he still withdrew his hand.

Tang Tang raised her hand and gently held down the strand of hair that was blown by the wind. She looked at Edwin and smiled softly, "Thank you?"

From time to time, groups of students passed by, boys and girls on bicycles passed by, and some even cheered and whistled at the two of them.

"Aww! (Wow)"

“How sweet!”

The good-natured booing and teasing dissipated into the air as the group left.

The two of them paused, and Edwin spoke first.

"Spanish food...is that okay?"

It seemed to perfectly meet Tang Tang's requirements.

I don’t want typical white food, I don’t want modified Chinese food... Spanish cuisine is indeed a category with very good taste in the entire Western cuisine.

So Tang Tang agreed.

……

"The lab is actually quite ordinary, except that it has more categories and more standardized audits than most labs."

Edwin explained for Tang Tang while driving, and said, "Of course, there are probably some differences."

Tang Tang asked curiously, "What's the difference?"

Edwin said, "There are many doors in the laboratory, a lot. I have many laboratories, both public and private."

"But you know, the lab on Harvard campus involved the participation of US officials, and some of its construction was not decided by me."

Tang Tang understood.

No matter what Edwin thinks, at least he will not fall out with the US region now, so appropriate cooperation and concessions will make Edwin freer.

"Well, then what?"

Edwin said, "So, the designer of this laboratory on the Harvard campus was an FBI agent. He was really unique. He built countless doors in the laboratory."

For a moment, Tang Tang couldn't imagine what it would be like to have countless doors in a laboratory.

Seeing the confusion on Tang Tang's face, Edwin laughed helplessly and said, "You'll know when you get there."

He actually didn't go to Harvard's lab very often, because besides his doctoral students, there were also other researchers sent by the FBI.

It is more accurate to say that this is a joint project between Harvard and the FBI rather than Edwin's laboratory.

Edwin is at work here, and only when he returns to his own private laboratory outside does he feel like he is back in his own territory.

As he explained to Tang Tang, he slowly said, "I know what you're thinking... and as long as you develop in the American region, you will sooner or later come into the FBI's sight."

"sooner or later?"

Tang Tang smiled.

"Rather, I've already been here."

Even though the death of the godfather's son has nothing to do with the FBI, there are indeed traces of intervention by other major families in the United States.