Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Boston is the capital and largest city of Massachusetts, and the largest city in New England in the northeastern United States.

Founded in 1630, it is one of the oldest and most culturally valuable cities in the United States. The Boston Tea Drinking Incident in American history eventually caused the famous American War of Independence.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Logan International Airport.

A large passenger plane from Hong Kong roared and landed on the runway.

At exit B3 of the airport, Marat Savage raised his wrist in front of a Bentley to check the time. After confirming that the flight had landed, he looked at the airport exit from time to time.

"Second. Here."

The muscles on Marat Savage's face twitched instantly. The second child would call him so, don't look to know who it will be.

Damn wild monkey.

Marat Savage cursed.

There was no accident. Not far away, Tang Dunhou was carrying his luggage behind Shen Jiannan, smiling like a monkey with a crooked mouth, which was very annoying.

Marat Savage opened the car door, and when Shen Jiannan approached, he spoke.

"Boss. Can I teach this impolite wild monkey. You see, he always calls me the second."

"Second, you are not convinced. Then we make gestures?"

Malat Savage was too lazy to pay attention to Tang Dunhou, looking straight at Shen Jiannan, his eyes were full of pleading.

He was really fed up with the title second child.

Shen Jiannan shrugged.

"As long as you like it."

Zi Zi Zi-

There seemed to be the sound of electricity drifting by, and Marat Savage and Tang Dunhou looked at each other, with a strong desire to fight in their eyes.

Shen Jiannan couldn't help but shudder.

He really couldn't understand the meaning of these two big men.

Soon, the car started and Marat Shavitch kicked off and drove toward the Charles River.

Outside the car window, young tall buildings flashed by, pedestrians coming and going and traffic jams from time to time, indicating the prosperity and vitality of this city. Because of its earlier characterization, the population has been rarely compact.

Passing through the high-rise buildings, the car reached a clear riverside road.

The Charles River, the most famous river in Boston, is widely known for its many world-renowned universities along the way.

On both sides of the road, there are towering giant trees with colorful colors, crabapple trees full of fruits, verdant willow branches, slightly yellowed magnolia trees, and red and green oak forests.

The reflection in the clear water of the riverbank reflects an elegant environment that makes people feel peaceful and relaxed.

But Shen Jiannan's heart was not as calm as his face.

Once, he took refuge here in Boston for a week, and that week spent every day in panic like a bereaved dog.

Come again today, time is clear, everything is still right and wrong.

The car is fast.

In less than an hour, I arrived at the Boston University campus.

At the entrance of Boston University Theological Seminary, Shen Jiannan got out of the car and stood at the entrance of the campus looking around for a moment.

It has been half a month since Peng Er came here, and with his ability, he could easily lock Song Xiaodan's position. Since the business school girls were invited by the seminary to come to the gathering, Song Xiaodan is now in the cathedral of the seminary, preparing to sing the Messiah with the seminary students.

After a pause, Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows and motioned to Marat Shavitch to lead the way.

As the main discipline of Boston University, the status of the seminary has always been extraordinary. The seminary was established in 1839 and is one of the oldest seminaries in the United States.

It can be said that the crime rate in Boston has remained low, and it is inseparable from the history of the seminary for more than 100 years.

Passing through the colorful campus promenade and bypassing the retro or historical mottled buildings, a brilliant and tall college auditorium appeared in front of you.

In the auditorium, hundreds of girls dressed in white stood in the center of the church. Every girl was full of youth and vitality. Their youthful youth made them look unique and beautiful.

Around, standing men and women in different clothes and skin colors.

This time the college held a large-scale Messianic chorus, and almost a thousand people came to watch.

Hmm, uh, uh, uh, uh uh...

A white woman, also dressed in white, is holding a baton to direct the symphony. As the baton continues to rise, dozens of people are holding the violin and pulling the strings together. The melodious melody is constantly echoing in the empty building. With.

Hmm, uh, uh, uh, uh uh...

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"..."

The height of Eastern women is naturally inconspicuous in European and American countries.

Song Xiaodan is not high on the plateau. In places like the United States where the average height of people reaches 1.7 meters, naturally he can only stand in the first row.

Therefore, as soon as Shen Jiannan came in, he saw Song Xiaodan who was also wearing white clothes holding the Bible and singing the Messiah with everyone present.

Not seen for a few months.

Song Xiaodan's coming and going are getting more and more moving. Against the backdrop of the white clothes, the red and white complexion looks more natural than most white women, perhaps because Messiah is a sacred song, giving people a sense of sacredness and inviolability.

Shen Jiannan raised his eyebrows.

It's a pity that there are too many people, Song Xiaodan never saw him.

A materialist like Shen Jiannan has never been in awe, and even less has any faith.

With a blink of his eyelids, the idea came.

Messiah chorus, this kind of occasion will always have the profession of priest.

Not far away, a white man in his fifties, wearing a priest's suit with a cross hanging from his neck, muttered piously in his heart.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Mr. Father, hello."

The priest turned around and saw a strange face.

The yellow race is young, full of vigor, and has an extraordinary tolerance.

It is much taller than many yellow people, a well-fitting expensive suit reflects the luster, and a Rolex jade watch on the hand reflects the charming light under the sunlight through the sky.

The priest smiled the most kindly.

"Child. Can I help you? I am very willing to find the lost direction for the lost lamb."

"Can you lend me your equipment?"

"Water?"

The priest looked dumbfounded.

Shen Jiannan shrugged his shoulders and winked, and the priest followed him to a corner in doubt.

Taking out the wallet and drew out two US dollars exuding the fragrance of ink, Shen Jiannan smiled and said.

"Mr. Priest. Can you sell me your clothes and cross?"

moment.

The priest was irritated, his pale face was flushed with blood, and his eyes were full of anger. As a priest, money is the biggest insult to people.

Shen Jiannan shrugged helplessly, and took out a pile at a time.

"Ok?"

Hmm, uh, uh, uh, uh uh...

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"..."

I don’t know if it’s because the Messianic chorus is a praise to God. There is a special sacred atmosphere on the scene. The crowd of onlookers looked at the students in white with admiration in their eyes.

But at this moment, someone felt something was wrong.

It's like, a duck fell into the group of cranes.

Many people were dumbfounded and hardly believed their eyes, but after understanding what they were, they couldn't help but laugh.

In the center of the venue, a young priest came from somewhere, like a black duck flapping its wings, spinning and dancing a ballet that was not graceful.

Soon, the young priest ran to the center of the chorus crowd, standing behind the lead singer conducting the symphony, shaking his head and shook his head to provoke the rock disco.

Puff!

As an Indian, Tabu believes in Hinduism. He came to participate in the Messianic Chorus just because he went to the village to follow the customs, so he was naturally not focused.

The funny scene of the young priest made her amused and couldn't help laughing.

"Song. Look there."

Song Xiaodan, who was holding the Bible, raised his head subconsciously, and when he saw who it was, he stayed blank.

Isn't that the face I would see in my dream day and night?

His eyes met instantly, and Shen Jiannan's eyes flashed with genuine joy. The moment he saw Song Xiaodan, he realized what position Song Xiaodan had in his heart.

Snapped--

The soul had already rushed towards Shen Jiannan, and the Bible in Song Xiaodan's hand fell to the ground.

When she recovered and wanted to pick it up, Shen Jiannan had already picked up the bible on the ground with a smirk.

After turning around, Shen Jiannan walked around behind Song Xiaodan, gently stroking the long black hair covered with fragrant shampoo, bowing his head and leaning against the delicate earlobe.

"Baby, I think the Messiah is really ugly. Only your beautiful voice can praise this fellow Handel as a genius."

The dream really came true.

The joy of bursting in made Song Xiaodan's face involuntarily smile.

She wanted to turn around and hug her back tightly.

But she couldn't. The school held a Messianic chorus this time. As a school student, she couldn't break the formation casually. This was disrespect for the college.

Shen Jiannan didn't have so many worries.

Now ~www.novelmtl.com~ his identity is a priest, with his arms outstretched, this servant looks like a real priest, seriously singing along with the chorus.

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"Love me China."

"..."

Singing while singing, Shen Jiannan gently put down his hand and pressed it to the richest position three inches below Song Xiaodan's waist. As he leaned forward, an unspeakable feeling came.

"Hallelujah!"

"Hallelujah!"

"..."

In the excitement, someone is instantly ecstatic because of the beautiful face...