"Mr. Chen, the beer factory stopped production."
"Stopped production? Why? "
"Today, officials from the city hall came to the beer factory. They said that our beer factory didn't meet safety standards and failed quality inspection."
"City hall officials? Since when did the city hall take care of production safety and quality inspection? "
"Mr. Chen, did you offend someone?" Denver asked.
Denver obviously knew that the city hall didn't have the power to interfere with production.
However, the city hall called the fire department and the Food Safety Supervision Committee directly.
Chen Zhao frowned. "Okay, I understand. Follow the officials' request and resume production as soon as possible."
After hanging up, Alex called again.
"Chen, the marine animal protection organization suddenly landed on Mysterious Island in the past two days. They said that the project destroyed the marine ecology and had a conflict with the construction team on the island. Now, the Coast Guard is involved in the investigation and ordered the project to stop temporarily."
"I understand. Have the construction team stop for a week."
"Chen, do you know how much we'll lose if we stop for a week?"
"I know," Chen Zhao said. "I just don't want the conflict to escalate."
"Chen, did something happen?"
"Nothing," Chen Zhao said calmly. "Someone just went out without a brain."
"Maybe I can find some connections and solve the problem," Alex said.
"No need." Chen Zhao immediately rejected Alex's suggestion and hung up the phone.
It was the first time Alex had been so rudely hung up.
She could vaguely sense the anger hidden under Chen Zhao's calm tone.
Chen Zhao dialed another number.
"Hello, Mr. Governor."
"Who is it?"
"I'm Chenzhao, Chinese. I thought you knew me."
"I won't hold a Huaxia man in my heart."
"Governor, I think you've crossed the line."
"Crossed the line? I don't think so. I'm just using my power reasonably. "
"Didn't Miss Amira pass on my message? Don't try to barge into areas you don't understand. "
"Ha … Chinese Chen, are you threatening me?"
"Your weapon is politics, but you clearly know nothing about me."
"I really want to see what you can do to me. Kill me? "
"Killing you is easy, but I don't want to do that. I'll let you know me first."
"Haha … I have no interest in you."
"Whether you're interested or not, you need to understand. Let me kindly remind you that there will be a huge storm on the West Coast tonight."
"I don't need you to remind me. The West Coast Weather Bureau has the best meteorologists and equipment in the world."
…
After hanging up the phone, Schwick immediately dialed his assistant's number.
"Contact the West Coast Weather Bureau immediately and ask about the weather conditions in California and the West Coast for the next three days."
Schwick soon received a reply from his assistant.
"Sir, the weather bureau said that the West Coast cities will have clear skies for the next few days, and the daytime temperature will be around 28 degrees Celsius. If you want to go out and play, it will be a good choice."
"Alright, I got it." Schwick smiled.
It seemed like the other party was just trying to scare him.
Schwick picked up the phone again and dialed another number.
"Hey, Mr. Donser, that man called me angrily today and threatened to create a storm."
"Don't worry, Mr. Swick. No one in this world can create a storm, unless that person is God."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure."
Donser was one of the members of the think tank that Schwick had recently recruited. He was also his partner.
He filled in the gap in Schwick's team regarding the spiritual world.
Donser had a very deep background in the spiritual world.
Schwick's main demand was political.
And Donser was an important part of his control over the North American spiritual world.
And Donser's demand was in the spiritual world.
Both sides needed each other, and there was no conflict of interest.
Therefore, it was quite a pleasant cooperation.
After ending the call with Schwick, Donser put away the phone in satisfaction.
He would use Schwick's political power to control the Supernatural Organization and the entire North American spiritual world. Then, he would use the North American spiritual world to support Schwick so that he could successfully break through in next year's election and become the Great Chancellor.
Then, he would use the Great Chancellor's political power to complete control over the entire American spiritual world.
As for that Chinese man, he was the current president of the Supernatural Organization.
In Donser's eyes, he was just an insignificant person.
He might have some power, but he had no political background.
To Donser, he was a political noob.
Without relying on any political power, he controlled a supernatural organization that was funded by the government.
Donser walked into a bar.
It was opened by an old friend of his.
"Hi, Kendill."
Kendill was wiping a glass at the bar and glanced at Donser.
"What do you want?"
"Whiskey." With a smile, Donser said, "Kendill, how did the World Supernatural Competition go?"
"Not very good," Kendill answered unhappily.
"Bad ranking?"
Kendill was even more unhappy. It wasn't just bad ranking.
I almost didn't come back.
"Fifteen dollars, thanks." Kendill ignored Donser.
"How about my suggestion last time?"
"I remember I've already refused you."
"Kendill, come and help me. I really need you." Donser looked at Kendill sincerely.
"I just want to run this bar well now."
"Do you have any business here?"
"That's none of your business."
"As long as you're willing to help me, I'll open a bar ten times more luxurious for you in a month."
"You have money?" Kendill knew that Donser was as poor as he was.
No, even poorer than him.
"I'll have it in a month."
"I'm not interested in empty promises."
"You don't trust me?"
"I only believe in the benefits in front of me. If you can give me a hundred thousand dollars now, I'll work for you. If not, please pay for the drinks first."
"A month! I only need a month. By then, I'll be in charge of the entire L.A. "
"Ha … Impossible. You don't call the shots here. The Supernatural Organization calls the shots here."
"In a month, the Supernatural Organization will belong to me," Donser said confidently.
Kendill stopped wiping the glass and looked at Donser in confusion.
"Donser, do you know what you're saying?"
"Of course, of course I know. I'll get rid of that yellow monkey soon."
Kendill sighed. He was actually tempted.
But after hearing Donser's words.
He completely gave up on the idea that had just sprouted.
Was this guy an idiot?
Didn't he know that he was walking on the edge of death?
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