Chapter 967: Fifteen years

New York, Midwest Manhattan.
Located on Central Street, 10th Street next to the Lincoln Tunnel, a brand new American minimalist building is located here.
The extremely simple red bricks are stacked together, facing the main street are two doors made of red shirts, they are embedded in the round door frame.
It is written on the rectangular column of the door frame; NO: 22.
This rather mysterious building has never been opened since it was built, and no one knows what it is used for.
Even the people living next door were curious about it, because no one except the servants or trucks occasionally appeared, no one had seen its owner.
Moreover, its door has not been opened.
Every time the servant or the goods are moved, it is just a mystery to open the side door in the alley on the right.
It was today in mid-April 1944.
This building, which made everyone passing by curious, finally opened the two expensive, noble and mysterious red doors.
The first five steel monsters appeared in front of the door, they are from the H series of Aegis cars.
It just looks longer and stronger than what is sold on the market.
A group of well-trained men in black who just didn't seem to mess with them got out of the car and disappeared after walking through the gate.
Soon they reappeared in front of the door, and a brand new red carpet was spread from the door to the outside of the tooth. There were golden pillars on both sides, and they pulled red partitions between each other.
Those in black were standing beside the red carpet, inside the isolation zone, as if looking solemnly waiting for something.
Journalists living in New York always have a sharp sense of smell like a hound.
When this mysterious building first appeared, they seemed to have some kind of guess in their hearts, but they were not sure yet.
But when it received the news about NO: 22, it still showed importance to it.
As a result, no one will be disappointed.
"Oh my god, that's Andrew Mellon, I've seen him in the newspaper...I know, God..."
"Astor, it's Jonathan Astor IV. The lens, where is the lens?"
"God, John Rockefeller is also here. What is going to happen?"
Compared with the surprise of the reporters, the crowds who stopped afterwards watched more lively and vaguely felt that something big was about to happen.
Because in just one hour, 10th Street was filled with various luxury cars, and police on both sides of the road were guiding the vehicles to turn around or detour.
Rolls-Royce stops the most along the road, followed by the H series that combines safety, performance and comfort.
In the end, there were two cars that attracted countless eyes as soon as they played, and even in the night, the Lamborghini Vitori V8r will also emit infinite temptation.
When I saw the L1 license plate hanging on the front of the car, someone remembered the report a few years ago.
"Charlie Lee, that's the Chinese car... Well, here is the mysterious Club 22... yes, it must be."
The people who guessed these jumped up excitedly, as if they had discovered some great secret.
In fact, Li Zitao knows nothing about these things, nor does he mean to hide them intentionally.
If anyone knows that someone will become ecstatic by guessing that this is the No. 22 club, he may be confused instead.
Isn’t NO: 22 written on the wall telling them this?
"Andrew."
"Charlie."
"Uncle John, I am pleased to see you healthy."
"Haha, you should come to the farm to see me more. The life there is great and it keeps me full of energy..."
"Doris, hi, how are you doing?"
"Oh, Juliana, everything is fine, in fact, I just rushed back from Hawaii, the holiday will make people happy."
"Mary...Sister Mary, I'm here."
"My little Mary, how long I haven't seen you, come here quickly."
With the arrival of the guests, the building that has been quiet for a long time showed its due vitality and brilliance.
Whenever a new member arrives, they will take pictures in front of the door.
In the future, these photos will be embedded on both sides of the long Ningbo-style gallery as part of the glorious history of Club 22.
This was planned when it was originally built, to ensure that enough pictures can be hung.
The entire corridor was created into a long, long corridor-shaped corridor. The doors of the room were opened on both sides. At the deepest point was a banquet hall with a capacity of 200 people.
The second floor has the same structure, but the banquet hall is missing.
Because the height of the banquet hall has exceeded the house itself, the minaret emerged with a bright Gothic style.
The top three floors are open and open style, which can be divided into 62 small private conversation areas or used for important meetings according to different needs.
At this time, the entire third floor was arranged as a conference room.
Numerous goose down high-back chairs are placed in front of the elliptical table about 100 meters long, and dozens of chairs with white chair covers are placed in the back positions.
It took nearly 2 hours and 40 minutes for the members to enter the conference, talk to each other, and then be invited to the third floor. UU reading www.uukanshu.com kept quiet.
"If it was put in China, it would have been expelled." Li Zitao, who was standing in front of the group, was ready to speak and smiled at the members on both sides.
Everyone's name here can be called up, thanks to his strong memory.
To ensure that no one feels neglected, it took him half an hour to remember their names, origins and identities.
"Club No. 22 has been established for 15 years, and our members are more and more..."
Fifteen years, what a long number, recalling the idea of ​​the original establishment of the 22nd club, and then look at the crowd at the table.
Li Zitao is proud.
The current No. 22 club, as one of the most influential clubs in the United States and even Europe and America, its influence is beyond doubt.
And now, just today.
He needs to use the power of the club to pry up a more powerful force.
The members present are not fixed in a certain industry. They include businessmen, politicians, godfathers, and free parties.
There are students, educators, mathematicians, artists.
There are engineers, guild representatives, and chairman of the charity foundation.
There are policemen, there are soldiers, there are...
There are too many elites in the industry, but no matter what they do, they have a certain or huge influence in their respective industries.
The No. 22 Club does not accept applications, but only actively invites members to ensure that they can recruit the most desired goals.
Since Li Zitao married Mary, few people have refused the invitation of Club 22.
Even if the original idea was just to put a name, pay an extra annual fee to express goodwill.
Now, they are undoubtedly happy with their original decision.