Invasion of America

Chapter 10 Rich Girl

Time passed quietly. As expected, the police and FBI investigation into the "Bar Lottery" case reached a deadlock.

This case was an unexpected incident, and the "crime of passion" brought great challenges to the investigation.

As an overseas student, Zhou Qingfeng had no connection with the gangs or the deceased.

More importantly, after stealing the lottery ticket, he thoroughly cleaned the scene and erased all possible clues.

No matter how the scope of the investigation expands, Zhou Qingfeng's suspicion remains at the lowest level.

Unless there is direct evidence, no matter how hard the FBI tries, it will be difficult to lock their sights on him.

However, as some gang members were released on bail one after another, the details of the "bar lottery" case inevitably leaked out.

This news ignited the enthusiasm of various media outlets. They originally thought that the super jackpot had been settled, but they did not expect that things would have such a dramatic turn.

But the media frenzy only lasted a few days and was soon overwhelmed by more complex information.

The grand prize is too far away, and most people just treat it as a joke after dinner when they see the news, and forget about it after a while.
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A month later.

White Beach High School is dismissed.

Zhou Qingfeng stood at the school gate, looking around but couldn't see Selena. He took out his cell phone and was about to dial when the ringtone rang first.

"Sorry, Victor." Selina's apologetic voice came from the phone, "The cheerleading team has an unexpected event, and if I don't participate, I can't join the club, so I can't watch the movie tonight."

"Okay, your activities are more important." Zhou Qingfeng had originally planned to do some 'happy things' with his girlfriend in the cinema, but now it seems that has been ruined. "You go ahead and do your work. I'll go home first."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at his watch and sighed inwardly.

The school bus had already left, and Congers's home was two kilometers away from the school, so it would take at least half an hour to walk back.

He looked up at the gradually darkening sky and was wondering whether to move his legs when the familiar roar of an engine came from behind him.

"Boy, you didn't get on the school bus again?" The flame-red sports car stopped steadily in front of him, and the window slowly lowered, revealing Jennifer's smiling face.

She wore a pair of sunglasses and her long golden hair fluttered gently in the wind, making her look both chic and lazy.

Zhou Qingfeng seemed to have found a savior. Without a word, he threw his schoolbag into the back seat of the sports car and scrambled into the passenger seat. "How can a school bus be as good as a sports car? I'll be waiting for you."

Jennifer shook her head. "Sorry, Victor. I have to move some things. I can't take you home directly."

"It's okay, I'm happy to be your porter." Zhou Qingfeng was relying on the beautiful lady, "If you can give me a dinner, it would be even better.

Because Selena and I were supposed to go to the movies, and her mother Julia definitely didn't make me dinner."

Jennifer didn't take it seriously. Instead, she laughed. "Ever since I met you, I've either been given rides or been responsible for dinner. You're quite good at taking advantage of me."

The sports car drove out of the campus and sped along the road.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the car body, casting a brilliant light and shadow.

Zhou Qingfeng leaned back in his chair, feeling the pleasure of the wind whistling past his ears, and felt very relaxed.

After driving for more than ten kilometers, the sports car drove into a wealthy villa area in the suburbs of Miami.

The streets are wide and clean, with neatly trimmed green plants and luxurious villas of various styles on both sides. Compared with Baitan Town, it is like the difference between a dragon palace and a slum.

Jennifer's car finally stopped in front of a modern-style villa with white exterior walls and large floor-to-ceiling windows, which was both simple and luxurious.

"We're here." Jennifer took off her sunglasses and turned to look at Zhou Qingfeng. "Help me move a few boxes later. I'll treat you to Italian dinner. How about that?"

"Deal." Zhou Qingfeng agreed readily, opened the car door, and jumped out. He looked up at the villa in front of him and couldn't help but sigh: This place is really magnificent.

Jennifer walked to the door, entered the password, pushed it open, and motioned Zhou Qingfeng to follow. The interior of the house was exquisitely decorated, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.

She didn't live alone and had servants at home, but she still pointed to a few cardboard boxes in the corner of the living room and said, "These are them. Just help me move them to the garage."

This job is so easy. Zhou Qingfeng walked over and easily picked up the box, and asked casually: "Are you moving?"

"No." Jennifer smiled and said in a relaxed tone, "Some things are no longer used and are going to be donated."

"Can I take a look?" After obtaining consent, Zhou Qingfeng opened a box at random, and inside was a Hasselblad SLR camera worth tens of thousands of dollars.

"Are you planning to donate this?"

"Yeah." Jennifer spread her hands. "Don't blame me for being stupid. This thing is too complicated. I don't know how to use it at all. I might as well give it away."

Wow, Zhou Qingfeng exclaimed exaggeratedly: "You must be a rich girl, marrying the kind that can save people twenty years of hard work."

"Twenty years?" Jennifer thought for a moment, shook her head, and smiled sweetly, "I think you underestimate my father's wealth and earning power."
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Jennifer really took Zhou Qingfeng to eat Italian food - she drove more than ten kilometers for this dinner.

There is no need to describe the dinner process in detail. In short, it was the most high-end restaurant, with the most attentive service and the most luxurious enjoyment.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening after dinner, and Jennifer drove Zhou Qingfeng back to Baitan Town.

"Thank you for the dinner." Zhou Qingfeng felt a little guilty. He hadn't done anything, just let the beautiful woman drive him around.

Jennifer waved her hand nonchalantly. "Looks like I need to treat you a few more times and show you how boring and tedious life is for rich people. After all, I have plenty of time."

She paused, then smiled slyly, "If you had over a billion dollars that day, I could be your consultant to help you understand high society and show you more."

"You have to keep your word." Zhou Qingfeng certainly wouldn't refuse, and couldn't help but ask, "Is your life boring?"

Jennifer chuckled and said helplessly, "It's good to have money, but when everyone smiles at you, you will feel that smiling is uglier than crying.

I wanted to experience something different, so I left the Miami metropolitan area and came to White Beach to find something to do. No one in town knew me, so I just wanted to relax.

Zhou Qingfeng said happily: "You remind me of another famous saying of a rich kid - when making friends, it doesn't matter whether they are rich or not, they are not as rich as me anyway."

Jennifer agreed strongly, laughing heartily.

The sports car left the restaurant, and the night wind rushed into the car, hitting Zhou Qingfeng's face. His hair was blown up, and his ears were filled with the whistling wind and the roar of the engine.

At first, he and Jennifer chatted casually, with topics ranging from the weather in Miami to the nightlife in Los Angeles, just like two ordinary friends chatting.

As the car speed increased, Zhou Qingfeng's emotions gradually ignited. He suddenly raised his arms and shouted, his voice resounding in the wind:

“In fact, I am also a rich man, with more than a billion dollars waiting for me.

Dull, tedious, and overwhelming life, come and oppress me! Let me experience what it means to be rich and powerful!

Jennifer thought Zhou Qingfeng was just going crazy and couldn't help but burst into laughter, her laughter was clear and unrestrained.

She stepped deeper on the accelerator, and the sports car sped along the highway like an arrow. The strong wind became even stronger, tearing Zhou Qingfeng's voice into pieces and blowing it away in the air.

"Oh, shit!"

Zhou Qingfeng was so frightened by the sudden acceleration that he tightly grasped the door handle, his face instantly solemn, "Drive slower! I don't want to die before I get rich!"
"I have over a billion dollars waiting to be spent! It's late at night, and you're driving at almost 200mph. Are you crazy?!"

Jennifer laughed even more happily. Zhou Qingfeng's nervous reaction was her greatest pleasure.

Her fingers tapped the steering wheel lightly, her eyes challenging. “Victor, this is the life of the rich!”

"Life is a ghost, slow down!"

“You have to learn to adapt to it and love it.”

"No, carbon-based life forms need to be scientific, and don't make me curse you with the 'F' word!"

Jennifer's frenzy didn't last long. Less than three minutes later, a shrill siren blared from behind the sports car. In the rearview mirror, a police Mustang was hot on her heels, its roof's red and blue lights flashing with a frightening intensity.

A stern command came from the police car's loudspeaker: "Red sports car with license plate ******* in front, please slow down and pull over immediately!"

Facing the police, Jennifer was very obedient. She shrugged her shoulders and still had that nonchalant smile on her face.

She slowly slowed down and parked the sports car steadily on the side of the road. She took out her driver's license from her bag, casually placed it on the dashboard, and raised her hands high on the car frame.
The whole set of movements was performed so skillfully that it seemed as if it had been repeated thousands of times.

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned and couldn't help but complain: "How come you are so skilled? This must not be the first time you've been stopped, right?
I didn't expect that a pretty girl like you likes speeding? Don't take me with you when you're going to risk your life, okay? "

Jennifer just winked at him, a sly smile playing on her lips, “Victor, welcome to the dull, tedious, and suffocating world of the rich.

Today I will teach you the first lesson - rich people can do whatever they want, defy the law, challenge morality, and trample on everything in the world.

I’ll try it myself and take a closer look.”

The police car behind also stopped. Two policemen stepped out, their hands on their holsters, their expressions serious and alert.

One of the policemen was particularly eye-catching. He was a burly man with a steady pace and hawk-like eyes. He shouted in a deep and powerful voice, "Madam, please get out of the car for inspection."

Jennifer lazily pushed open the car door, her hands still raised, a helpless smile on her face.

According to standard procedure, she was handcuffed and taken to a car for questioning and a breathalyzer test. Zhou Qingfeng was ordered to stay inside the car and not move.

However, things soon went wrong.

The burly policeman glanced at Zhou Qingfeng's face and was suddenly stunned. He frowned, with a hint of disbelief in his tone:
"Victor? Shouldn't you be home this late?"

Zhou Qingfeng looked up and his heart skipped a beat. He thought to himself, "Oh no!" The policeman in front of him was Selina's father, Sheriff Congers.

The sheriff, who was on high-intensity duty every day and had a bad temper, was staring at him with a pair of angry eyes.

Jennifer didn't understand the situation yet, and still said lazily: "Officer, I'm sorry, I'm very sorry.

I wasn't on drugs or drinking, I was just so excited talking to my boyfriend that I didn't notice I was driving too fast."

"Boyfriend?" Sheriff Congers's face instantly turned as gloomy as the bottom of a pot.

His eyes moved back and forth between Jennifer and Zhou Qingfeng, finally settling on Zhou Qingfeng's slightly embarrassed face.

Early in the morning half a month ago, Selena hugged Zhou Qingfeng's neck at the dining table and happily announced that she finally had a boyfriend.

Zhou Qingfeng also solemnly promised Sheriff Congers that he would take this relationship seriously, love Selina and not let her be sad.

At that time, Sheriff Congers' expression was too complicated to describe - a "wild boar" that came from thousands of miles away not only lived in his house and ate his food,
He also took away the "cabbage" that he had carefully cared for for sixteen years.

The sheriff thought at the time - if this wild boar dared to bully Selina, he would not be forgiven as a father.

In just half a month, this "wild boar" did not go home at night and was caught racing at high speed and flirting with other beautiful women.

The Sheriff clenched his fists tightly, and his knuckles made a "cracking" sound, as if he was about to swing at Zhou Qingfeng's face in the next second.

I really want to kill a pig.
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Jennifer calmly pulled out an exquisite card from her bag and handed it to Sheriff Congers.

Printed succinctly on the card was a single line of text: "This cardholder is a friend of the Miami Police Department."

This card is not an ordinary identification card, but an invisible "pass".

In the United States, police unions issue two special cards to police officers' families and friends - "Family Cards" and "Friends Cards."

These cards are not given away for free, but are clearly priced. Each "Friend Card" costs about $120, and the price may increase over time.

The card in Jennifer's hand also bears the autograph of the president of the Florida Police Union.

This means it’s worth more and its holder can receive more “courtesies” during law enforcement.

The purpose of this card is obvious.

It allows police to "reconsider their intensity" when enforcing the law, especially when dealing with minor offenses such as speeding, and often allows cardholders to avoid punishment.

However, Sheriff Congers clearly wasn't buying it. He glanced expressionlessly at the gold-plated "Friends" card and said coldly, "This is White Beach, not the metropolitan area."

Jennifer did not show any embarrassment. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders and responded calmly:

"Of course, I'm not trying to influence your law enforcement standards, I just want to show that I'm a law-abiding citizen and have a good relationship with the police community."

Her tone was full of confidence, as if this card was just a small symbol of her identity, and by no means the only one.

Meanwhile, Congers' partner was checking Jennifer's license plate. He took one look and yelled, "Boss, this is a real license plate."

The "real" here does not refer to the legality of the license plate, but to the "11-99" mark on the license plate.

This mark was originally the police's emergency code, used to signal for help in extremely dangerous situations.

However, the "11-99" Foundation has given it new meaning.

The foundation was established forty years ago to provide financial support to state highway patrol officers and has donated more than $4200 million in total.

By donating to the foundation, car owners can receive a special license plate with the "11-99" mark, symbolizing their support for the police.

Because this license plate is called the "ultimate speeding ticket solution," many people try to copy it.

Therefore, when the police see this kind of license plate, they often doubt its authenticity.

However, Jennifer's license plate could withstand inspection, and it was obvious that she had donated a considerable amount to the "11-99" foundation.

Despite this, Sheriff Congers remained unmoved. He shook his head again and said firmly:

"Ma'am, this is White Beach, not a metropolitan area. Our town's police department enforces its own laws. If you exceed the speed limit, you will get a ticket."

Jennifer seemed a little frustrated, but she didn't give up. She sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness in her tone:
"Mr. Sheriff, do you really need me to make a phone call? I don't have many friends, but there are still a few who can be of use."

Sheriff Congers apparently didn't take her threat seriously and simply responded calmly: "Whatever, you have freedom of communication."

Jennifer quickly dialed the number, not knowing who she called. She simply explained that she was stopped by the police for speeding and asked the other party to help her get through.

Just two or three minutes later, the voice of the town police chief came from Congers' police intercom: "Congers, this is Matthew. If you can hear me, please answer?"

Congers and his partner looked at each other, but they were not surprised that Jennifer had called the police so quickly.

Congers responded, "I'm Congers, on duty on Route 8."

The chief asked bluntly, "Did you catch a pretty girl driving a red sports car?"

"Yes," Congers replied.

"Has she committed any serious offense?"

"Just speeding."

"Did you drink?"

"No."

"Let her go."

"Ok."

(End of this chapter)