"Is this the supermarket where you work?"
"Yes." Zhang Yi got out of the car and stood before the window. "Can I have your number? Maybe we can eat together next time."
"It might not be convenient." Chen Zhao shrugged helplessly. "If we meet again, I'll call you."
Zhang Yi had thought that Chen Zhao wanted to pursue her.
She also felt that Chen Zhao was interesting, knowledgeable, and had some money.
She should be a good stock, so she wanted to develop a relationship with Chen Zhao.
But Chen Zhao didn't have that thought at all.
In fact, Chen Zhao just wanted to chat with a Chinese person. That was all.
"Goodbye."
Zhang Yi suddenly jumped in front of the car. "I don't really like you, but I still want to know why you rejected me."
"First of all, I have a family and a lot of kids. Also, I just wanted to chat with you. I haven't talked to Chinese people in a long time, so I don't plan on developing a relationship."
Zhang Yi was speechless at Chen Zhao's answer, but she still moved to the front of the car.
"I hope we'll never meet again."
"Okay, it's really goodbye this time."
Chen Zhao saw Zhang Yi give him the middle finger from behind.
But Chen Zhao still generously waved his hand outside the car window.
Zhang Yi felt very depressed. She was also listless when she went to work.
Just then, a woman wearing sky-high heels walked behind Zhang Yi and put her hands on her shoulders.
She looked very intimate. "Baby, what's wrong?"
"Just now, I asked a man for his number, but he rejected me," Zhang Yi said, depressed.
"Oh? He's either gay or impotent. "
"He asked to chat with me twice. I thought he liked me, so I asked for his number. In the end, he said he just wanted to chat with someone. It's so humiliating."
"Did you frighten him away somewhere? Did he know your identity and think he's not good enough for you? "
"Sis, did you watch too many TV shows? They don't act like this anymore."
"But there's something similar. Your father asked you to go back and inherit the family business."
"Are you sure he asked me to go back and inherit the family business? Instead of squandering the family business? "
"Anyway, that's your family's business and has nothing to do with me. If you're willing to continue playing the role of a poor noble girl, I'll cooperate with your performance."
Zhang Yi pursed her lips. She really did have plans to develop a relationship.
At the very least, Chen Zhao was pretty good in all aspects. At the very least, he was a divination that they could get along well with.
For a girl from a rich family like her, even if she grew up watching those melodramatic dramas, she would never be able to resist.
When it came to choosing a lover, she would also prioritize a man with a similar background, a man with similar topics and horizons.
In this world, there were stories of princesses falling in love with poor boys, but the possibility of that was even lower than winning the lottery.
After all, there would be one or two winners of the lottery every episode. However, there might not even be one in the real world in a melodramatic drama about a princess falling in love with a poor boy. Putting aside the plot of a television series, there might not even be one in the real world in ten years.
…
Chen Zhao probably didn't even know that the girl he'd randomly picked up to earn money to support her studies was actually from a rich family.
Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
When Chen Zhao talked to someone, he wouldn't ask about their background first.
After returning to the hotel, Ham came to find him.
"Mr. Chen, we've already locked onto the exact location of Sara's lab and the entrance. We're planning to move tonight. Do you have anything you need to prepare?"
"I don't need to prepare anything." Chen Zhao rubbed his nose. "But have you gotten your weapons and equipment?"
"It's not what I expected, but it's more or less ready."
Both sides were lying through their teeth. It seemed like they'd really reconciled.
Chen Zhao felt that even if he had to work with Demi next time, he definitely wouldn't work with others.
It was a really uncomfortable feeling.
Every word was filled with lies and hypocrisy.
"Mr. Chen, what weapons do you need? If we have extra, we can help you prepare them. "
"I don't really need anything. Oh, do you have a Desert Eagle?"
"Mr. Chen, are you used to using a Desert Eagle?"
Actually, most people who used guns wouldn't like a Desert Eagle.
As a large-caliber handgun, the Desert Eagle had a terrifying recoil that was as powerful as its power.
Even men had to hold the gun with both hands to shoot. If they used one hand, they might break their bones with one shot.
The Desert Eagle had actually become popular because of games and TV shows.
If the main character held the Desert Eagle with both hands and fired continuously, the main character would probably be paralyzed after a battle.
After the battle, the protagonist would probably be paralyzed. That terrifying recoil would directly make the protagonist infertile.
In the military of every country, no country used the Desert Eagle as a regular weapon.
"No, I'm just keeping it as a collection."
"Okay, I'll prepare a Desert Eagle for you tonight."
Ham looked sincere, but he was actually very disdainful of Chen Zhao's choice.
True professionals almost never used the Desert Eagle as equipment.
As for what Ham was thinking, Chen Zhao didn't care at all.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Ham," Chen Zhao said intimately.
However, Ham wouldn't fall for it. In fact, after Chen Zhao buried Ham and his team in the desert, Ham's vigilance toward Chen Zhao was at its highest.
Ham and his subordinates analyzed for two days, but they still couldn't figure out how Chen Zhao had done it.
In such a short time, Chen Zhao had infiltrated the suite through the hotel's outer wall.
After all, what had happened that night was too strange.
Even if it happened again, Ham wouldn't know how to defend against it.
This time, Ham wouldn't underestimate Chen Zhao like before.
If he wasn't completely confident, he definitely wouldn't act rashly.
After dinner, Ham and his team were all busy preparing and checking their weapons.
Only Chen Zhao was still "recovering" in the restaurant.
Ham couldn't help but rush him.
But Chen Zhao still did what he wanted.
"Ham, don't be so impatient. Take it slow. It's still early."
Early? Ham glanced at Chen Zhao.
They couldn't just walk out of the door and turn right to Sara's lab.
Their schedule tonight was very tight.
It would take a few hours just to get to Sara's lab.
It was already a miracle that they could get there in the second half of the night.
In fact, after entering the highway, they had to face the desert in the night.
After half an hour of Ham's urging, Chen Zhao was finally full.
"Mr. Chen, can we go now?"
"Of course. No problem."
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