I fell asleep as soon as I got on the plane.

The flight time was only more than two hours. Han Xuan did not go to his bedroom. He asked the flight attendant for a soft alpaca blanket and covered him with his body and slept beautifully for a while.

I don’t know how many little monsters were killed in my dream. He was conceiving a science fiction novel about Star Wars recently, so he often dreamed of these strange things.

Some of the plots he dreamed of gave him a lot of inspiration. If he could be used in the new book, Han Xuan already had a rough idea of ​​his creation, but he didn't have time to write recently.

I don't know how long it took.

After being woken up by Irving, he stretched and asked, "Have we arrived in Washington, DC?"

“Well, look outside the window.

That tall building is the Washington Monument, right?”

Han Xuan leaned his head and saw the white building that was like a sword, inserted straight into the sky, saying, "It's the Washington Monument..."

This time the plane is about to land at the Ronald Reagan National Airport in Washington, which is only a river from the city center.

During the descent, you can see the main landmarks in Hedong, including the Washington Monument, Lincoln Memorial, White House, Capitol Hill, etc.

The Jefferson Memorial Hall is also there. He is the third president of the United States. The old man still hid a bottle of red wine signed by Jefferson back then, saying that he would drink it when Han Xuan came to adulthood.

A regular pentagonal building can be seen from afar in Hexi, where the U.S. Department of Defense is located.

The parking lot outside the Pentagon is full of cars, with a minimum of 5,000 vehicles, and there are various helicopters. In the future, the World Trade Center will not only be hit in 911, but the Pentagon will also collapse in a corner.

A few minutes later, the plane descended and landed smoothly on the airport runway. Inside the cabin, the goblets on the shelves swayed slightly from side to side.

Han Xuan looked out the window again, and his first impression was that the sun was bright and the sky was blue, and then he found that there were particularly many planes.

There are many private, government-specific aircraft on the apron, and the President-specific aircraft Air Force One is there.

In addition, you can also see some aircraft with f-presses, doc, dos, dot, doj, dod, etc., owned by the FBI, the U.S. Department of Commerce, the U.S. Department of Transportation, the U.S. Department of Justice, and the U.S. Department of Defense.

In addition to the bigwigs in various departments, some special groups also have dedicated business aircraft, such as the Navy Crime Investigation Department, the U.S. Department of Defense Advanced Research and Planning Agency, etc.

Because it is too close to this American political center, Reagan International Airport accepts more than 10 million people every year, which is quite busy.

Han Xuan looked around and didn't see a more luxurious plane than his. He said he was not proud, that must be fake.

After taking the animals off the plane and after all the cars drove out, he heard the bodyguards say that the Ferrari 250gt classic car was too dangerous to ride.

He immediately retorted: "What's the danger? It can still run!"

"President Kennedy was assassinated when he was sitting in a convertible..."

Jason used a simple example to block Han Xuan from the point of being speechless, and could only defend himself in disappointment: "I am not the president, why are they assassinating me?"

“There are many benefits.

For example, Ruihui Company is likely to obtain the Viagra patent because of this, which may be worth billions of dollars.

If you are not here, other Internet companies can also gain opportunities to compete with products such as wow and destiny, which means at least tens of billions of dollars.

If the SoS Group does not have a suitable heir and the company is handed over to your father in the future, they will have the opportunity to take advantage of it.”

Secretary Dawson said a lot of words calmly. After listening to it, even Han Xuan felt that if he was his enemy, it would be a very good idea to let himself disappear.

No longer talking, complaining: "Since you have known it for a long time, why did you ask me to bring this car here?"

Gabriel opened the Ferrari door and sat in, raised his head and smiled, "You can sit in the bulletproof car and watch me drive, I'll help you move this car."

"Damn, you bitch!

Even if you scratch a little paint, I will sue you for bankruptcy..."

I called the old man.

When he learned that he had just been to the airport from downtown Los Angeles, it would take more than two hours to arrive. Han Xuan was bored and planned to go to downtown Washington to take a look.

It was around 10 o'clock in the morning, and the temperature was about 8 degrees Celsius. Because there was no wind, it felt much more comfortable than when I was in the snow-capped ranch.

Ronald Reagan National Airport is southeast of Washington, DC, and is separated by a Potomac River.

The convoy left the airport and drove into the highway, then passed the bridge and arrived at the city.

The scenic spots in Washington, DC are very concentrated, and the city area is not too large. Han Xuan turned his head and looked out the window, admired the buildings on the roadside, and could feel the beauty of modern architectural art from it.

Although the United States has a short history, it absorbs the culture of various countries and retains large areas of green space and parks in the city. The greening covers the area of ​​the city, and the buildings are hidden in the trees.

In comparison, Han Xuan remembers that in Yanjing for a certain period of time in the future, there are almost few real modern buildings that can be shown in addition to those ancient royal buildings.

Later, with the changes in aesthetic concepts, unique buildings such as Bird's Nest, Galaxy Soho, Wangjing Soho, and National Grand Theater appeared, making the city rich and colorful.

A modern political, financial, and cultural center city should have its own characteristics. Since there is so much money to build a building, why not hire a few good designers?

At this time, there were not many vehicles on the streets of Washington, DC, and the first place to arrive was the Smithsonian Institution.

As the world's most famous Federation of Museums and Art Gallery, its more than a dozen art galleries and museums are arranged around the Washington National Mall.

The federation has a total of more than 100 million collections, which is so large that it begins to make Han Xuan doubt whether they are really that valuable.

For example, the "Portrait of a Young Man" by Raphael, found from the old Nazi home, is worth nearly 100 million US dollars.

With so much cash in hand, you can make more money, but the appreciation of artwork is not so fast.

In addition to the reason for malicious hype by merchants, perhaps it exists more as a value-preserving product like gold.

In Han Xuan's view, except for some national treasure-level cultural relics, other antiques with a large number of existences are not that valuable, and they cannot guarantee that they can retain their value.

I don’t have time to go in and enjoy it slowly. I will bring Anya to me next time I have the chance. She should like it.

Han Xuan's convoy drove around Washington National Mall like a flash.

Then we came to Capitol Hill, built on a high ground about twenty-five meters above sea level, and it was also not close to viewing.

Between the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial Hall, there is an artificial pond that is 400 meters long and 50 meters wide. It is called Jinghu. To the north of the obelisk, it is the White House, the president's office.

Han Xuan got off the car and bought a hot dog, and Fat Ding also urinated on the outer wall of the White House.

The White House was not white. During the British and American War in the early 19th century, it was burned by the British and later painted white to cover up the ugly things.

In this way, two hours passed in a hurry.

When I came to this central city of world politics, I seemed to see something, but I didn’t remember anything. I returned to the airport to pick up the old man again.

Han Xuan didn't know what would be waiting for him in the afternoon... (~^~)
Chapter completed!