"President, shouldn't you come to our headquarters to take a look?"
"Will you pretend to make me the president and trick me into coming to your headquarters to be served by your assassins?"
"President, can we not joke around?"
"Fine, but come in and have a seat. I just came back from the mountain. Let me rest for a while."
West walked into the living room and saw a group of people in the dining room.
When Chen Zhao returned to the dining table, Fali asked, "Is that your friend? Should we call him over to eat? "
"He's not hungry."
Fali glared at Chen Zhao. "They all say that Chinese are hospitable. Why aren't you hospitable at all?"
"Who told you that Chinese are hospitable?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
Chen Zhao didn't want to entertain West, but Fali couldn't.
She took some barbecued meat and poured West a glass of Purple Brew.
"Sir, please enjoy."
"Thank you. Ah … It smells so good."
Fali realized that West wasn't affected by the Purple Brew.
It seemed that he also lacked experience in relationships, Fali guessed.
West was also a spiritualist. He wasn't a battle-type, but he still had magic.
The Purple Brew was only effective on ordinary people, which was why it made them cry.
The stronger the magic, the weaker the effect.
However, even a spiritualist would have a certain level of effect.
West drank a mouthful of the Purple Brew and felt refreshed. His magic was abundant.
His magic seemed to have increased slightly. It wasn't much, but it was obvious.
West gasped. Did Chen Zhao's family use this to entertain guests?
Why did it feel like the Supernatural Organization was a bit stingy?
West saw a group of pets of various sizes going in and out of the dining room. He was surprised, but not too frightened.
He knew that Chen Zhao had many pets. After all, he'd investigated Chen Zhao beforehand.
But when he saw the albino cougar, he was still a bit surprised.
West tapped his forehead with his finger, deep in thought.
"Fali, I'm going out in the afternoon."
"Okay. With Mr. West?"
"Yes."
"Okay. Come back early."
…
Chen Zhao got into West's car. West drove a bit fast.
"Slow down." In fact, with Chen Zhao's current fitness, he might not die even if he hit a wall at 300 km/h.
However, Chen Zhao didn't really enjoy the pleasure of speeding.
West said confidently, "President, my memory is very good."
"What does driving have to do with memory?"
"I know every turn and intersection here."
West paused and asked, "President, did you kill someone today … or last night?"
"Is it that obvious? Where did you give yourself away? "
"Not only do I know that you killed someone, I also know who you killed."
"So dangerous?"
"That albino cougar is listed on the black market. Five million dollars."
"Is it that expensive?" Chen Zhao exclaimed. "Should I sell it? It's worth all my money already."
Chen Zhao had only earned a few million dollars in the seven or eight months he'd been in America.
"Recently, a group of poachers came to Los Angeles. The leader is called Mayfield Lyon. He is also a veteran criminal."
"And then?"
"They're here to hunt the albino cougar. That albino cougar is now in your house. It and your other pets are all injured. This means that you've had a conflict with someone in the past two days."
Chen Zhao looked at West in shock. "You can even connect that? Have you been playing dumb in front of me all this time? "
"President, I told you long ago that I'm a spiritualist who can strengthen my mind. After I use Sharp Mind to strengthen my brain, I can indeed think quickly."
"Then why didn't you think about the consequences when you harassed the former president's secretary?"
"I'm serious about her," West answered seriously.
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. You're calling workplace harassment love? Can you be more shameless?
"President, can you sell some of your wine to us?"
"Oh? How many bottles do you want? "
"One hundred," West said.
"Isn't the association out of money?"
"We can still take out some money."
"Oh, okay, 150 million USD. Thank you for your patronage."
Screech —
The car suddenly stopped. "President, this is extortion, right?"
"Extortion? You don't know the price of my wine, right? "Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.
"How expensive can your wine be?"
"You've never heard of the Purple Brew, right?"
"Of course … Wait … You said the wine is … the Purple Brew?"
"Yes, it's the Purple Brew. One bottle costs 1.5 million dollars. If you want one hundred bottles, I'll charge you 150 million. No problem, right?"
"Huh? That means I just drank about five hundred thousand dollars. "West's face was as if he had lost his parents.
Just thinking about it made his heart ache. That was five hundred thousand dollars!
Of course he had heard of the famous Purple Brew. There were all sorts of rumors about the Purple Brew, both true and false.
However, he would never have dreamed that the wine he'd drunk was the famous Purple Brew.
In the outside world, the Purple Brew had almost become a mythical wine.
Commoners wanted to know the truth, while the rich wanted to taste it.
"President …"
"Don't even think about it. I've already stooped to be some stupid president. If you want me to work and pay, forget it."
Chen Zhao rejected West's idea decisively.
What a joke. He hadn't even gotten a penny yet and he already wanted him to contribute.
Did he really think he was stupid?
Chen Zhao ignored West. West's car drove into the slums.
The more prosperous a city was, the more unavoidable slums would appear.
For example, an internationally famous city like Los Angeles also had internationally famous slums.
"Are you sure you didn't arrange a trap for me?"
"President, can't you think normally?"
"That's not right. It's the Supernatural Organization of America. How can such a high-class department set their headquarters here? No matter how I look at it, it looks like you've arranged a few gangster gunmen to shoot me after I get out of the car. "
"Even the American government can go bankrupt. Our department is sometimes short on funds. President, you should understand."
Chen Zhao sighed. "Just how short of funds is our organization?"
"Sometimes, I'm quite envious of China."
"Why? Is China's organization that powerful? "Chen Zhao couldn't help but feel proud. There would be a day when you foreigners would be envious.
"No, at least you can sell trash for money."
"I want to get out, I want to get out. I don't want to be this stupid president anymore."
What did that mean? Was the Supernatural Organization so poor that it had to rely on trash to survive?
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