West looked at Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao also looked at West.
"How about … you guys just disband."
"Actually, we still have a few people."
"Oh, they're not here?"
"Property, logistics, warehouse management, president's secretary, and HQ security."
"Wait, you said twelve people, but there's only eleven including you, right?"
"Including you, there will be twelve."
"What missions have you been doing recently?"
"Hunting evil spirits, hunting evil spirits, hunting evil spirits, hunting evil spirits …"
"Are there that many evil spirits in LA for you to hunt?"
"No, actually, we've all gone to the same place, but we've all failed."
It was hopeless, it was really hopeless.
They're all useless.
One of the combat groups was split evenly between the combat and logistics staff. The last one was the president.
"Disband."
"Wait … Don't you want to see the president's secretary? She's super pretty. "West took out a phone and opened a photo.
"You think I don't know Hollywood stars? This is Kidman's photo, right? She was young too. "
"No, no, this one. How is it? Isn't she pretty?"
Chen Zhao looked at the woman in the photo. She was indeed pretty.
"Is she really the president's secretary?"
"Yes, that's right."
Chen Zhao turned around and looked at the five combat members. They all turned their heads away.
"Your president didn't lie?"
"No," Jollinash said.
Chen Zhao frowned. He was very doubtful.
"Kid, tell me, is she really the president's secretary?"
"Uh … She's … ex-secretary …"
"What? Ex-secretary? "
"She resigned because she was harassed by the president."
"…"
West panicked. "As long as you agree to become the president of the Supernatural Organization, you won't have to worry about the tax bureau anymore."
"Oh? Can you guarantee that? "
"We're a government department, after all. We have this bit of power."
"Your organization usually fights evil spirits, right?"
"Yeah, that's about it."
"I have my own work."
"You don't have to stay in the headquarters all day. You can just go and report when you're free," West said attentively. "There's also social security and major accident insurance. It's 100% guaranteed."
"Two hundred thousand a year?"
"Yes, yes."
"There won't be any fights with the Supernatural Organization, right?"
"Absolutely not."
"Will there be something like capturing a spiritualist for research?"
"This is absolutely static. According to the International Supernatural Convention, any country, organization, or laboratory that conducts inhumane supernatural human experiments will be punished."
"For example, how to punish them?"
"The relevant personnel will be attacked by the Supernatural Organization of all countries and regions, and their souls will be extracted."
Okay, that's very supernatural.
"What procedures do I need to go through to become the president?"
"Sign your name on this parchment."
Chen Zhao took the parchment and injected some magic into it. The content appeared on the parchment.
"The president doesn't have the authority to mobilize the association's funds?"
"This is to prevent what happened last time from happening again."
"My house is already here. Are you still afraid that I will run away? Remove this clause. As the president, of course, I have the authority to manage the finances."
"What about our association's belongings?"
"If there's anything you need in the future, ask him to report to me for approval. Remove this clause and change it to saying that the financial affairs will be managed by the president."
"Alright."
"And this one, this one, this one, they all need to be modified."
Finally, he signed the contract.
The Supernatural Organization of America officially became Chen Zhao's personal supernatural organization.
"Oh, since the former president's secretary resigned, should we hire a new one?"
"No," West said seriously. "Just let me be the president's secretary."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, I'm serious."
"I don't want it. I want to hire a woman."
"We've used up all our funds this year. How about you pay from your own pocket?"
"…"
Chen Zhao wasn't that generous. Why would he pay from his own pocket?
"Oh, does the association have any confidentiality agreements?"
"Other than not exposing it to the media, you can do whatever you want."
Chen Zhao sighed. He felt like he'd fallen into a trap after accepting such an indecent position.
"Oh, who do I answer to? Don't tell me it's the one in the White House. "
"We don't answer to anyone. We're a government department, but we're responsible internally and supervised internally."
"Will the government assign us missions?"
"Yes, but we have the right not to take them."
It felt quite free. Chen Zhao thought about it. It wasn't a bad thing.
"Oh, you said there's a dangerous mission in a few days? What's it? "
"Three years ago, we received a mission from the government to clear out evil spirits in Maple Leaf Community. But three years have passed and we still haven't found anything, so the government is pressuring us to complete the mission in ten days. Otherwise, we won't have any funds for next year."
"Maple Leaf Community? Are the evil spirits there very powerful? "
"Very. Hundreds of evil spirits gather there all year round. In the past three years, we've been attacking the haunted community, but we've all failed."
"Then call me next time," Chen Zhao said.
"Okay."
This was probably the most pleasant thing West had heard that night.
He'd waited the whole night for this.
"Oh, what's your ability?"
"Lightning fast memory. Ten lines at a glance. When I use magic, my IQ will shoot up."
Chen Zhao looked West up and down, not saying anything else.
…
When Chen Zhao returned home, it was already midnight.
Too many things had happened that night.
As soon as Chen Zhao entered the house, Laurent charged out with a frying pan, wanting to fight it out with Chen Zhao.
Chen Zhao punched through the pan in Laurent's hand. "Asshole," Laurent growled, "do you know how long I was tied up today? I wasn't untied until Fali came back. "
"Fali knows?"
"No, I didn't tell her." Laurent had also seen what had happened at Hilda Hotel on the news.
"At least you know your place."
"If you dare to do this to me again, I'll take Fali away." Laurent stared at Chen Zhao angrily.
"Got it. I won't tie you up again. If you want to die, I won't stop you."
Laurent turned his back to Chen Zhao. "I'm talking about going on an adventure. Next time you go on an adventure, please think about Fali." Chen Zhao nodded.
"Don't you always curse me to die?"
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