Gakira had always maintained a psychological advantage over Chen Zhao.
Maybe it was because she really hadn't seen Chen Zhao fight.
Plus, Chen Zhao wasn't here every day and she was always in the workshop, so she didn't know what Chen Zhao was doing.
So, she always thought that Chen Zhao was a management-type. She felt that the weapons she forged were enough for Chen Zhao.
She really didn't understand why Chen Zhao needed better weapons.
Both Gakira and Dongye Tianxi were of a higher level.
Whether it was the light or heavy swords they forged, they weren't at their highest level.
Of course, there were also better materials. With more time and energy, one could definitely forge better weapons.
But they didn't think that it was necessary.
Chen Zhao didn't know what they were thinking. If he did, he would definitely slap them to death.
Chen Zhao took the weapons. As soon as he left, West came over.
"The two of you, take this ring. This ring will allow you to enter the Training Tower."
"What Tower of Trials?"
"That's the one over there. You can train your combat skills inside."
"No need," Dongye Tianxi said. "I'm busy training my forging skills."
"I don't need it either." Both of them had their own personalities.
They didn't want to give in to each other, especially since neither of them had won this round. They were both angry.
On the way back, Chen Zhao saw a familiar figure in the convenience store.
"Hi, Sharan."
Sharan was sitting in front of her car, drinking milk tea.
She looked up and saw Chen Zhao greeting her.
Chen Zhao got out of the car and also bought a cup of milk tea. He leaned against Sharan's car and chatted with her.
"Are you on the night shift today?"
"I'm not in charge of traffic anymore," Sharan said.
"I should congratulate you."
"You should congratulate yourself. At least I won't catch you breaking the rules anymore."
Actually, there were no pure traffic police in America. If a police officer found a traffic violation on the road, they would also take care of it.
However, the main managers were police officers like Sharan, who were in charge of traffic control.
Of course, if they encountered other types of crimes, they would also take care of it.
In particular, if Sharan met Chen Zhao on the road, she might have to take care of him again.
Chen Zhao would chat with Sharan every time he met her on the road.
"By the way, your car is parked in a temporary parking space." Sharan looked at the time. "You can't park for more than fifteen minutes. You still have ten minutes."
"Remind me at the last minute," Chen Zhao said, rolling his eyes.
At that moment, another convertible stopped by the roadside. A man got out of the car, holding a bouquet of roses in his hands.
"Shallan, for you."
Saran looked at the man expressionlessly.
"Inro, I think I made myself very clear last time. Or did you not understand me?" Sharan looked at the man impatiently.
Chen Zhao watched the show from the side with interest. He wondered if he should help her and act as her temporary boyfriend.
"Sharan, I really like you. I will use my actions to prove my feelings."
"No matter what you do, I won't like you. Just give up," Sarah said coldly.
"I don't ask you to accept me now, but please accept this bouquet of roses."
Just then, Chen Zhao walked up and took the roses. "This bouquet of roses is very beautiful. I thank you on behalf of Sharan."
Inro's expression froze. "You are?"
"What do you think our relationship is?" Chen Zhao looked at Inro with a smile.
"We're not a couple … right, Sharan?" Inro turned to look at Sharan.
Expressionlessly, Sharan looked at Inro. "Why not?"
"Why do you like him? How can I not be compared to him? "Inro stared at Sharan angrily.
"You can't compare to him in any way." Sharan sneered at Inro. She had long been annoyed by Inro.
Since Chen Zhao was willing to help her, she might as well go with the flow.
"Fine, Sharan. Even if you have a boyfriend, I don't care. I will use my actions to prove that I'm the most suitable for you."
"Goodbye." Chen Zhao waved his hand with a smile.
Inro's face was livid as he turned to leave.
"Do you hate him?"
"An idiot," Sharan said. "He actually naively thinks that if he pursues me, my father will invest in his company."
"Uh …" Chen Zhao was also a bit shocked.
American society was different from China.
In China, if a son-in-law married into a woman's family and there were no other heirs in the family, the man would gradually take over the management of the woman's family.
However, for a family business like America, management would rarely change just because the man married into the family. It was also not like the man could enter management just because he married the heiress of the family.
Even if the woman inherited the family business in the future, it had nothing to do with her husband.
Moreover, for a marriage like theirs, they would definitely sign a prenuptial agreement before marriage.
"Even if he really pursues me," Sharan said. "My father won't invest fifty million dollars in his company."
"What's his company's business?" Chen Zhao asked curiously.
"Travel company," Sharan said. "Oh, he mostly receives tourists from Southeast Asia."
"50 million USD for a travel company? "Is he planning to use dollars to cover the Pacific Ocean?"
"He's just an opportunist."
"It's about time. I should go. If I don't, you're going to give me a ticket." Chen Zhao stuffed the rose into Sharan's hands. "This is for you."
"Can you be more sincere when you give me a gift next time?"
Sharan looked at the rose in her hands and then stuffed it into the trash can beside her.
Chen Zhao didn't drive for long before he felt a car following him.
Chen Zhao looked at the car. Wasn't it Inro's car?
Chen Zhao parked the car by the roadside. Inro's car was also parked behind. Inro got out and walked to Chen Zhao's side.
"Sir, how about we get to know each other?" Inro put his hands on Chen Zhao's car door.
"What do you want?" Chen Zhao looked at Inro.
"It's about Sharan."
"And?" Chen Zhao looked at Inro.
"You know what Sharan's family does, right?"
"We're already boyfriend and girlfriend. Do you think I wouldn't know?"
"Do you want a lot of money?"
"How much?"
"Five million."
Chen Zhao frowned at Inro. After all, it was only five million. Was he really that cheap?
"Look at my car first, then we can talk about the price." Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
Chen Zhao and Inro both drove convertibles, but Chen Zhao's was a Porsche 918, while Inro's was less than a hundred thousand dollars.
Inro's expression froze. "Fine, ten million."
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