"The sun is bright and the air is fresh … I like it here." Chen Zhao opened his arms to embrace the light.
It was a lively city, although the weather was a bit cold.
Nevertheless, the city was full of energy.
Of course, Fali and Gerlyn did not like it here.
They'd been fish in their previous life. Montreal had beaches too, but most of the time, it was not suitable to go into the water.
The hottest months, July and August, were only 20 degrees. Half of the year, it was below zero.
They were almost dehydrated without water.
Gerlyn was about to lose her energy.
Usually, she would soak in Mirror Lake for a few hours every day.
Of course, as long as Chen Zhao distracted her, she would become lively again.
Chen Zhao did not go out today, so Fali took Gerlyn shopping.
They lay on the balcony of the hotel and enjoyed the warm sunlight.
This was a vacation. There was nothing messy and no need to save the world.
Just then, Chen Zhao's phone rang.
"Walter, Black-Ma, help me see who's calling."
Woof, woof —
"West? Help me hang up, "Chen Zhao said.
West stared at the silent phone helplessly.
He could only call again.
"Hello." Chen Zhao finally answered the call. "I hope you're calling me with good news and not something to make me feel bad."
"Guild Leader … You're cutting me off by saying something like that."
"Then don't say anything. I'm hanging up."
"No, no, don't hang up," West said hurriedly. "To be more precise, I'm indeed calling you good news."
"Oh? What good news? "
"That old guy Lei Ang compromised. He called me yesterday."
"Is he compromising with you or me?"
"Uh …"
West immediately realized that he'd said the wrong thing.
Chen Zhao was the president. If someone had to compromise, it should be Chen Zhao, not him.
"He just can't let go of his pride," West said hurriedly. "He wants me to pass a message for him."
"Then he hasn't completely compromised. Ignore him," Chen Zhao said lazily. "Oh, have you guys decided where you're going for your vacation?"
"Uh … not yet. I think Hawaii is good, but they said it's too close."
"Money doesn't matter. We still have a lot of funds anyway. If you have family and friends who want to go with you, bring them along."
"Guild Leader, what if Leon refuses to submit to you? Do you really want to dissolve the association? "
"We won't disband," Chen Zhao said calmly. "At most, we'll find a financial backer … a sponsor."
"Alright then, I won't bother you anymore." West hung up the phone.
…
Lei Ang hadn't slept for the whole night.
After the lightning team entered the base, there was no news of them.
Lei Ang could roughly confirm that the Lightning Squad had been completely annihilated.
And the situation was starting to get complicated.
If the thing inside came out, the entire city of Los Angeles would be in danger.
Once that happened, it would be the end of his career as the head of the Anti-Terrorist Action Department.
What to do? Was he really going to bow down to that Chinese?
Most importantly, did he and his Supernatural Organization really have the ability to solve this problem?
Lei Ang had no confidence at all.
Forget it, since I've already lowered my head to West.
It was not impossible for him to bow his head to that China man again.
As long as he could solve this problem and keep his position, he didn't mind kowtowing to West.
Lei Ang finally made up his mind. He called Chen Zhao.
"Mr. Chen."
"I don't buy insurance or health supplements. Thank you."
With that, Chen Zhao hung up without giving the other a chance to speak.
This * sshole! He definitely did it on purpose!
He definitely did it on purpose!
Lei Ang angrily smashed the phone again.
After venting, Lei Ang suppressed his anger and called Chen Zhao again.
"Didn't I say that I don't buy insurance? I'm not interested no matter what you sell me."
"Mr. Chen, I'm not a salesman … I'm …"
"Oh … You're from a bank? I don't buy financial products either. "
"I'm not from a bank either. I'm …"
"Oh, I know. You're Dell."
"I'm not, I'm …"
"Wait … Let me guess who you are. I've guessed it. Rasfa, right?"
"No."
"Ethan?"
"No."
"Louis?"
"Chen, did you call me?" Louis poked his head in.
Chen Zhao waved his hand and continued teasing Lei Ang.
"Mr. Chen, I don't want to waste time with you. Tell me, what do you want?"
"What do you mean what do I want? Do I know you that well?" Chen Zhao said, pursing his lips.
"I can let bygones be bygones if you offended me …"
"Please don't let bygones be bygones. It's all my fault. Sorry, bye."
Chen Zhao didn't want to hear more. He hung up directly.
It wasn't hard to imagine how terrible Lei Ang's expression was right now.
Calling Chen Zhao again, Lei Ang said as quickly as he could, "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry. I take back what I said before. I need you."
"Didn't you say you don't need me? Don't need the Supernatural Organization? "
"What do you want?"
"Huh? Attitude. You have to have the right attitude. There's a saying in China: stand firm when you're beaten. Admit your mistakes. "
"Mr. Chen, I hope that the Supernatural Organization and the Anti-Terrorist Operations Department can resume their close relationship."
"First, I need to correct two of your mistakes. First, the Supernatural Organization and the Anti-Terrorist Operations Department have never been close. Second, have you ever heard of spilled water?"
"Mr. Chen, I'm very sincere."
"Sincere? Sorry, I don't see any sincerity. Also, I've found a sponsor. He's very generous. He's already given us ten million. From now on, the Supernatural Organization will be his personal thugs. "
"How can we do that?"
"After all, we need to eat too. You don't know how tight our funds are …"
"I'll give you fifteen million per year."
"No. You gave us fifteen million, but we still have to give ten million back to the sponsor. The remaining five million isn't enough."
"Twenty million."
"We'll talk when it's in."
Hearing that Lei Ang would give them twenty million, Chen Zhao's expression changed immediately.
"Mr. Chen, I can't give it to you now. The Anti-Terrorist Operations Department also needs to wait for the national defense funds. We have to wait until January next year at the latest."
"Oh, I see. That's great. The Supernatural Organization is on vacation too. We can talk again in January next year."
Lei Ang was about to turn into a Spartan. He'd never seen someone so shameless.
"I'll go get the money for you now."
Chen Zhao knew that the Anti-Terrorist Operations Department had always been the department with the most funds.
Every government department in America was tight on funds. Only the Anti-Terrorist Operations Department never lacked funds. Because America often offended others, they had to be wary of them.
"Oh, by the way, our association's headquarters was attacked recently, causing it to be razed to the ground, so we still need some money to rebuild it."
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