Fali really enjoyed the festive atmosphere.
It wasn't the process. It was the feeling that the entire world was filled with blessings.
Everyone called and wished her a happy holiday.
As for Gerlyn, all kids liked holidays.
Gerlyn was no exception.
Chen Zhao could understand Fali and Gerlyn.
Princess and Walter liked it too. Chen Zhao could understand too.
Because they had good food.
Underlings also liked holidays because they had things to do during the holidays.
For underlings, having a sense of existence was very important.
They needed to work to gain a sense of existence.
But why did Samuel like it too?
He talked about conquering the world every day, but why did he only see a salted fish?
He was completely addicted to catnip and couldn't stop himself.
In the entire family, Chen Zhao was the only one who didn't feel anything about holidays.
He wasn't the only one who didn't feel anything about Christmas.
He didn't even look forward to Chinese New Year like people of the same generation.
Of course, he would still show his passion to his family and make it seem like he really enjoyed the holidays.
Chen Zhao was willing to accommodate his family instead of making them think that he didn't like holidays so that they would accommodate him.
Holidays should have a festive atmosphere. It was Chen Zhao's own problem, not the fault of those who loved holidays.
"Chen, when is China's New Year?"
"About two months," Chen Zhao said.
Fali was definitely a holiday maniac.
Christmas had just passed and she was already thinking about the New Year.
"It's in early February."
"How do we spend it?"
How do we spend it?
Chen Zhao couldn't answer this question.
According to Chinese traditions, it was to set off firecrackers, give lucky money, eat dumplings, watch the Spring Festival Gala, and visit relatives.
This was how Chinese celebrated the New Year.
In the south, they didn't eat dumplings. There was also a tradition in some areas that children under one year old wouldn't be given lucky money.
Lucky money meant to suppress one's age, so it wasn't a good sign to give lucky money to children.
Chen Zhao chatted with Fali about the customs of the New Year and how it was compared to Christmas in the west.
Just then, his phone rang.
Chen Zhao looked. It was that old guy Leon.
"Hello, Mr. Chen."
"What's up? Mr. Leon. "
"Mr. Chen, the military has been in trouble recently. The Supernatural Organization should send some people."
"Mr. Leon, you seem to have forgotten the rules of the Supernatural Organization." "The Supernatural Organization doesn't participate in government or military operations," Chen Zhao said. "But the military and government can't interfere with the Supernatural Organization's operations. They can only cooperate."
This rule wasn't set by Chen Zhao. It was set by the Supernatural International Alliance.
This was to ensure that the Supernatural Society would not become a tool of a government.
"Mr. Chen, I'm not asking you to participate in this operation. You're just going to be a consultant to help the military solve some problems."
"What problem?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Recently, a group of tourists went missing in the desert 100 kilometers northwest of Las Vegas. The military participated in the search operation and detected a huge underground building complex near the area where the tourists went missing. So far, two teams of ten people have been sent into the underground building complex in two batches, but only one survivor escaped. However, after saying some strange things, he died in the hospital the next day."
"What did he say?"
"Monster's Paradise. That's the Monster's Paradise." Lei Ang said.
"Did you detect any signs of life?"
"No."
"When West comes back from Cape Town, I'll send him over to check the situation." Anyway, Chen Zhao had the attitude that it had nothing to do with him.
This was the military's matter. It had nothing to do with him or the Supernatural Organization.
"Mr. Chen, I asked West. He said they need at least ten more days."
"Oh, then you can only wait," Chen Zhao said, unconcerned.
"Mr. Chen, aren't you in L.A. now? L.A. is only 400 kilometers from Las Vegas. I can also send a plane to pick you up."
"And then you throw me down from the sky?"
"Mr. Chen, would you believe me if I said I had nothing to do with what happened last time?"
"Ha … I believe you."
Chen Zhao didn't care if Lei Ang had arranged it or not. Just because Lei Ang could do whatever he wanted to him, why did he have to listen to his explanation?
Lei Ang was also very depressed. Ever since he'd fallen out with Chen Zhao, even West's attitude towards him had become very bad.
It would be better if he had never seen Chen Zhao before. At least he could still order West around.
But ever since he'd fallen out with Chen Zhao, everything had changed.
The Supernatural Organization became more forceful, and West spoke to him in a weird manner.
"Mr. Chen, I only need you as a consultant. You don't have to do anything. You just need to give the third investigation team some professional guidance so that they can have the right precautions when they encounter danger."
"I'm not free."
"Just treat it as a private hire. Five hundred thousand dollars." Seeing Chen Zhao's attitude, Lei Ang knew that Chen Zhao wouldn't help without some benefits.
Chen Zhao thought for a moment and said, "I want to go and come back the same day. There's a party at my house the day after tomorrow."
"Of course, just guidance," Lei Ang said, but he was gritting his teeth inside. Five hundred thousand dollars for one day's time?
"Tomorrow morning, send a helicopter to pick me up."
Lei Ang couldn't do anything about Chen Zhao's arrogance.
The next day, a military helicopter hovered above Mirror Lake.
Chen Zhao and Fali were both woken up by the loud roar of the helicopter.
Chen Zhao had told Fali last night. He changed his clothes and hurriedly boarded the helicopter.
Other than the pilot, there were also two fully-armed soldiers. They sat in the helicopter without a smile.
They didn't know Chen Zhao's identity. They only knew that he was some kind of expert.
"Sir, do you need earmuffs?" The pilot handed an earmuff to Chen Zhao.
Traveling in a helicopter for medium to long distances required earmuffs because the noise from the propellers was very high and continuous.
If a person was affected by the noise of the propellers for more than 30 minutes without protection, they would become distracted and even lose control of their emotions.
Chen Zhao had just woken up and wasn't in the right state of mind. After taking the earmuffs, he leaned against the chair and slept.
"Call me when we arrive."
Around two hours later, the helicopter stopped above a campsite.
After Chen Zhao alighted, a few people came to greet him.
One of them was Lieutenant Paul, but there was a woman beside him.
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