Chapter 205 NTR in person
"Change your flight ticket and delay your trip to Silicon Valley by one day."

On the way back to the hotel, Xie Jingxing played with the business card with the CCPM title printed on it. The 2000 million US dollars was worth his further exploration.

Cui Yunxiu looked out the window unconsciously and said, "Okay, I'll notify Ms. Zhou."

The Rolls-Royce convoy drove out of the school in an orderly manner, and passed by a white Porsche 918 at the right time. Xie Jingxing remained silent.

It has been half a year since he last drove a car himself. This super sports car with the number 007 is left-hand drive, and it was determined that it would not be shipped back to China when it was still on the production line.

A precious sword given to a hero and a luxury car paired with a beautiful woman are not wasted.

"Mr. Xie, Mr. Mark Mellon is in the executive lounge and hopes to meet you."

Back at the Park Hyatt Hotel on 57th Street, the hotel butler came up to us and said.

Xie Jingxing said to Cui Yunxiu thoughtfully: "Bring me the paper."

He glanced at the business card in his hand again and went upstairs to the executive lounge, where Mark Mellon was sitting at a window viewing seat overlooking half of Manhattan.

There were not many people in the lounge. The live piano music was melodious and the guests were chatting in low voices.

Xie Jingxing sat directly opposite and placed the business card on the edge of the table.

"Yes, I recommended your fund to David, shhh!" Mark Mellon put his finger to his mouth.

Xie Jingxing followed his gaze and glanced back. At the table behind him, there was a black finance man coaxing a blonde, blue-eyed, white-skinned sweetheart, wanting to be her sugar daddy.

"That's right. Hussein has not been able to pay off his student loans since he became president. The interest is too high. I will consider writing to the federal government to make suggestions."

"What? You said my letter would be useful? Haha, sweetheart, I have to understand that you didn't major in finance, otherwise I will have to deny NYU's teaching quality when I interview an intern next time."

"You should know that Goldman Sachs has produced several Treasury secretaries. People in the industry say that the Federal Treasury belongs to Goldman Sachs! Don't doubt the influence of Goldman Sachs, and don't doubt my ability to help you, whether it is writing letters of advice or direct financial support."

The black finance man leaned back and leisurely spread his legs, his crotch facing the dessert on the low table and another dessert across the table.

With her arms resting on the armrest, her Rolex Daytona watch gleaming with platinum light, the fair-skinned sweetheart avoided looking directly at him.

"You gonna make a decision, girl?"

The negotiations were collapsing in silence, and Mark Mellon made a brilliant appearance to save the situation: "Friendly reminder, Goldman Sachs' travel reimbursement limit is very high."

"What? Friend, you are very rude." The black financial man's face was full of question marks.

Marc Mellon shrugged and spread his hands: "The bottle of wine he invited you to drink is free for Park Hyatt VIP customers."

He used the company's travel reimbursement to become a hotel VIP customer, and then used the points to redeem some free drinks and snacks to deceive the silly girl.

A girl who can study for her undergraduate degree at NYU is definitely not a fool. She sorted out her thoughts from his few words and looked at Mark Mellon with doubt.

"It's so inexplicable. If you feel offended and I feel accomplished, congratulations on your achievement. I'm very angry now." The black financial man changed his attitude smoothly and nodded calmly.

The status of a financial elite, luxurious food, clothing, housing and transportation, as well as the temptation of tuition fees, few little girls with ordinary economic conditions who have just entered college can resist it.

Not to mention the students, even those knowledgeable gold diggers know very well that if they fall in love with a guy, they will take the initiative to throw themselves into his arms. After all, they do enjoy afternoon tea in high-end hotels and short-distance first-class tickets.

It’s a popular game on Wall Street where colleagues compete with each other to see who can sleep with the most girls in a week.

The highest record of the black financial man is 13, dominating a nine-story office building. He knows how to treat different people and brags about how great he is to the blonde sweetheart.

However, when dealing with this lunatic who jumps out to disrupt the situation, it is best to restrain yourself a little and be vague so that the other party cannot guess what is going on.

"Come here, sit next to me."

Mark Mellon didn't buy it at all. He couldn't deal with Xie Jingxing, and he couldn't deal with a black man either.

Without giving the blonde a chance to refuse, he pulled out a checkbook from his pocket and wrote down the figure of $10,000: "Come on, don't be afraid, sit next to this handsome boy, and it will be yours."

"Friend, which organization are you from? I will send a complaint email to your boss signed by Goldman Sachs!" The black financial man glared anxiously.

"Hahaha, Goldman Sachs, I'm so scared, I'm scared to death."

Mark Mellon held his shoulders and laughed wildly, like a psychopathic villain: "Thanks, you interned at Goldman Sachs, right? We are from Goldman Sachs too."

"You are lying. Goldman Sachs doesn't want elderly interns. It seems your true identity cannot be revealed." The black financial man said, looking at the bewildered blonde girl.

Xie Jingxing was so bored that he interrupted, "His name is Mark Mellon, yes, the Mellon from Wall Street."

The black financial man opened his thick lips but said nothing. Mark Mellon crumpled the check and threw it into the trash can in disappointment: "Damn it, you are so boring!"

"Now let's change the game. You kiss him."

He quickly wrote a check for thirty thousand dollars and pointed at the black finance guy with his chin: "And you, after enjoying the romantic kiss, this check will be split between the two of you."

The blonde girl's face turned red, and the black finance man was stunned and speechless, standing there with a distorted expression.

Xie Jingxing was also a little confused. What was NTR in front of him? He didn't know what to say, so he just raised his middle finger and wanted to leave.

Mark Mellon took the initiative to press his shoulders and said, "It's just a joke. If you don't like it, forget it. Our Goldman Sachs financial elite, you can leave now. As for my sweetheart, come sit with us. The check still belongs to you alone."

"Are you trying to tell me in this way that you are mentally ill and that what you did at my house that night was reasonable?" Xie Jingxing asked seriously in a low voice.

"Who knows, but don't you think people like us are boring and need some fun?"

Mark Mellon said in a gloomy tone, sitting back and crossing his legs: "Let's talk, I apologize to you again for my behavior that night, and you have to apologize to me too."

"This is unreasonable."

Xie Jingxing glanced at the blonde girl who carefully sat down next to him with her legs together and shoulders tucked in.

Mark Mellon smiled and said, "You are a pure capitalist who is unwilling to conduct an in-depth investigation after being shot. Admit it, you lost control of your emotions that night for some reason that I could not think of, and your behavior was very extreme."

"That sounds reasonable. If you think so, then it is so." Xie Jingxing looked indifferent.

Mark Mellon stopped there and demonstrated that he was able to help introduce investors worth tens of millions of dollars and to conduct in-depth investigations into the details of the WhatsApp acquisition.

There was no need to guess the reason for the loss of control. The kid in front of him would most likely break through again, which was not what he wanted to see.

While they were talking, Choi Yun-soo brought over a paper on virtual currency. He looked at the blonde girl curiously for a few seconds, then turned around and left silently.

"The virtual currency investment you are currently doing is too low-level." Xie Jingxing made it clear.

Marc Mellon remained noncommittal: "Creating rules is always the most difficult way to play, and we can't do it."

"So I came here, to find you first with a feasible plan." Xie Jingxing spoke concisely.

Marc Mellon poured wine for him and the blonde girl, picked up a few slices of ham with a fork and put them into his mouth to chew slowly. His manners were elegant and easy-going, without any signs of mental illness. He is a good friend of Marc Andreessen, a veteran in the Silicon Valley venture capital circle. In the past two years, they have jointly invested in many cryptocurrency studios, trading platforms, and even developed new virtual currencies.

Such an entry point can be said to be an ambitious bet that covers the entire upstream and downstream industrial chain.

However, Xie Jingxing used a paper written by a Nobel Prize winner to knock on the door of virtual currency from a higher dimension - promoting the legalization of virtual currency and creating a regulated and compliant commercial trading platform.

Top idea, there are only two kinds of businesses that can make big money, completely illegal and completely legal, and most industries in the world are somewhere in between.

However, implementation is too difficult, and issues in the academic circle, government legislation, etc. require a lot of manpower and material resources to resolve.

"What can you offer?" Mark Mellon asked tentatively.

Xie Jingxing was well prepared: "Funds, academic theory."

"Hmm." Mark Mellon took a sip of wine and gestured to continue.

Xie Jingxing paused for a moment: "Direction, I will tell you what to do correctly."

"For example?" Mark Mellon asked again.

Xie Jingxing looked at the blonde girl beside him: "In the Chinese market, not all platforms can be traded tacitly in China."

"Be more specific, I didn't understand." Mark Mellon smiled easily, revealing his white teeth.

Xie Jing Xing tilted his neck to look at him, and his fingers tapped lightly on the low table, making a short muffled sound.

"Okay, sweetheart, come here."

Mark Mellon whispered something to the puppet-like blonde and put the check in her hand.

After watching the blonde girl walk away, he held the wine glass in his hand and said calmly: "Thank you, in fact, this is the third time we have met, and I can't fully guarantee the trust in our cooperation with you."

"So you took drugs in my house and deliberately asked this 'little sweetheart' to sit in on the conversation, hoping to get some dirt on me." Xie Jingxing said in a declarative sentence.

Marc Mellon frankly admitted the first thing. If he took drugs that day and there was no subsequent fierce response, he would choose to invite the other party to take drugs together, and then invite a few female stars to have a silver party, or go to the underground death boxing ring to gamble or something.

But he denied what happened today, and explained with a raised eyebrow: "I don't know sweetheart, but now that she has heard our secret, you will make it so that only our virtual currency trading platform exists in China."

Last year, China officially banned virtual currency transactions, causing Bitcoin to lose nearly 30% of its users and its price to plummet.

This is the core factor that makes him willing to cooperate in trying to promote the legal regulation of virtual currencies in the United States. As for funding and academic resources, these are not something that only Xie Jingxing can rely on.

"I can only try my best to ensure that we gain first-mover advantage in the early stages. If virtual currency is really easy to regulate, then the unregulated and secretive nature of blockchain becomes a paradox," Xie Jingxing emphasized.

Mark Mellon proudly promised: "Two years is enough time. Believe me, the value of the trading platform lies in user habits and reputation. As long as we seize the liquidity first, we will win."

"The winner takes all." Xie Jingxing concluded with approval.

Mark Mellon changed the subject: "So what do you need to know about me?"

"I don't know." Xie Jingxing sighed secretly.

Mark Mellon thought seriously: "Speaking of which, my friend introduced me to a middle school girl who wants tutoring. Do you want to join me? I feel you can be a qualified teacher."

"Fuck, why don't you just die? Mark, I warn you not to tell me about this kind of thing, I don't want to know!" Xie Jingxing emphasized seriously.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Mark Mellon restrained his expression and showed weakness, then added: "Do you know Epstein? He was arrested for this a few years ago. I heard that he has an island and many people have been there."

"There are many such 'islands' in the United States, from college campuses to society at large. I am just following my routine."

He slowed down his tone and said, "Maybe there is no such island in your country. I am very sorry for that."

A fraternity at Cornell University has a sadomasochistic competition that resulted in a death, and the initiation ceremony of a private club at Harvard involves performing mysterious witchcraft while lying in a coffin.

These things may seem absurd and bizarre on the surface, but in reality they mean obedience tests and tokens of allegiance.

Just like if one of the brothers streaks naked it's news, but if all of them streak naked it's an unbreakable secret.

Mark Mellon's crazy move was just to "run naked" with Xie Jingxing.

The Americans are too rough in their methods of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and their minds are filled with nothing but sex and life. They are far from the gentle wisdom passed down from generation to generation in China, "If you don't take it and I don't take it, how can Commissioner Geng take it?"

Xie Jingxing naturally couldn't play these games with Mark Mellon. He showed enough sincerity by saying the word "Chinese market" in front of the third person, the blonde girl.

"You, you might as well go sleep with a governor's wife." He made the request without thinking.

Mark Mellon was confused: "Huh? You mean to let me sleep with the legal wife of a governor?"

"Harvey Weinstein did it too. He slept with the wife of Gavin Newsom, the current Lieutenant Governor of California, in exchange for Harvey Weinstein's support for his campaign." Xie Jingxing said lightly.

Marc Mellon suddenly raised his head and looked around. Harvey was a top Hollywood tycoon who was particularly good at public relations, and the Oscars were often his customized toys.

It seems reasonable for a guy like this, who controls media resources, to sleep with the deputy governor's wife in exchange for benefits.

But how did Xie Jingxing know that this kind of black material, under certain circumstances, is no less destructive than Epstein's island.

"Thank you, you did it too?!" he shouted in astonishment.

Xie Jingxing explained lightly: "Mark, I studied in the United States, led the merger and acquisition of Silicon Valley's emerging giants, and raised the first round of funds in Silicon Valley. You don't take me seriously."

"...This joke is not funny at all." Mark Mellon was nervous.

Xie Jing Xing didn't care: "I don't mind revealing some more gossip, if you're willing to listen."

"No, I don't want to at all."

Mark Mellon was completely numb. Xie Jingxing suddenly showed energy far beyond his expectations, which made him unconsciously alert.

Who knows what this kid will say about the dirty laundry of the congressmen in the next second? Could it be that the two of them have really become best brothers and are determined to die together?

"I can't do that, Xie. I can't become an enemy of any sitting governor." His old face turned red and he lowered his head.

Xie Jing Xing curled his lips: "I really thought you were mentally ill. History has taught us that fear is a good thing. Mark, keep your awe and keep our common secret firmly, okay?"

"Your expectation is exactly what I wish for."

Marc Mellon was humbled, as he wished, and now they are streaking together.

(End of this chapter)