Chapter 609: Go to the headquarters (eighth update, please vote for me)

"President, should you go to our headquarters and take a look?"

"Will you pretend to make me the president, then trick me into coming to your headquarters, and then serve me as a swordsman?"

"President, can we stop joking?"

"Okay, but please come in and sit down first. I just came back from the mountain. Let me rest for a while."

West entered 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? Do you want to ask him to come over and have something to eat together?"

"He's not hungry."

Fali glared at Chen Zhao: "They say Chinese people are so hospitable, why are you not hospitable at all?"

"Who have you heard that Chinese people are hospitable?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

Chen Zhao didn't want to entertain West, and Fali was not the hostess.

I took some barbecue and poured a cup of purple and green wine for West.

"Sir, please use it slowly."

"Thank you, ah...it smells so good."

Fali discovered that West seemed unaffected by the purple and green wine.

It seems that he is also a person who lacks emotional experience, Fali guessed.

West is also a psychic. Although he is not a combat type, he still has magic power in his body.

Purple Green Brew can only produce tear-jerking effects for ordinary people.

The stronger the magic power, the weaker the effect.

But even a psychic can have a certain effect.

West took a sip of purple green brew and felt refreshed and filled with magic power.

The magic power seems to have improved slightly. Although it is not a lot, it is obvious.

West took a breath. Does Chen Zhao's family usually use this kind of thing to entertain guests?

Why do I feel that their Supernatural Association seems a bit petty?

West saw a group of pets, large and small, coming and going from the restaurant. Although he was surprised, he was not too frightened.

He had long known that Chen Zhao had many pets at home. After all, he had investigated Chen Zhao beforehand.

But when he saw the albino cougar, he was still a little surprised.

West nodded his forehead, lost in thought.

"Fali, I'm going out in the afternoon."

"Okay, with that Mr. West?"

"Um."

"Okay, leave early and come back early."

…

Chen Zhao got into West's car, and West's car was driving a little fast.

"Drive slower." In fact, with Chen Zhao's current physical condition, Chen Zhao may not die even if he hits a wall at a speed of 300 kilometers.

However, Chen Zhao still didn't really enjoy the pleasure brought by this speed.

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 anyone today...or last night?"

"Is it so obvious? What's the clue?"

"I not only know that you killed someone, but I also know who you killed."

"Such a stake?"

"That albino cougar was listed on the black market for five million dollars."

"Is it so expensive?" Chen Zhao exclaimed, "Should I sell it? This is worth my net worth."

In the seven or eight months since he came to the United States, Chen Zhao has probably earned a few million dollars.

"And recently in Los Angeles, a poaching team came. The leader is Mayfield Lyon, who is also a senior criminal."

"Then what?"

"They came here to hunt the albino cougar, and the albino cougar now appears in your home, and its body and other pets have injuries, which means that you have been with some people in the past two days. People had conflicts.”

Chen Zhao looked at West in amazement: "Can you relate to this? Have you been pretending to be stupid in front of me?"

"President, I have already said that I am a psychic who specializes in thinking strengthening magic. After I use thinking sharpening to strengthen my brain, I can indeed think quickly."

"Then when you harassed the former president's secretary, why didn't you think about the consequences?"

"I am sincere to her." West replied seriously.

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. You call workplace harassment a love affair. Can you please save some face?

"President, please sell some of your wine to our association."

"Oh? How many bottles do you want?"

"A hundred bottles," West said.

“Isn’t the association out of money?”

"You can still get some money out of it."

"Oh, okay, $150 million, thank you for your business."

Sizzling——

The car stopped suddenly: "President, are you trying to blackmail me?"

"Blackmail? You didn't understand the price of my wine, right?" Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

"How expensive can your wine be?"

"You haven't heard of purple green wine, have you?"

"Of course... wait... you said that wine is... purple green wine?"

"That's right, it's purple green wine. The market price of one bottle is 1.5 million US dollars. If you want 100 bottles, I'll charge you 150 million US dollars. Is that okay?"

"Huh? That means I just drank almost half a million dollars." West looked like he was mourning.

He felt heartbroken just thinking about it. That was half a million dollars.

Of course he has heard of the famous name of Ziqing Niang. Nowadays, various true and false legends about Ziqing Niang are being circulated among the people.

However, he never dreamed that what he drank was the famous purple and green wine.

Purple Green Brew has almost become a mythical wine in the outside world.

The common people are eager to find out, while the rich are fascinated by the fragrance.

"President..."

"Don't even think about it. I've already condescended to become some lousy president. If you ask me to contribute my efforts and money, then it's better not to discuss it."

Chen Zhao decisively rejected West's idea.

Just kidding, when you are the president of something, you haven’t even received a penny of money, and then you have to make your own contribution.

Do you really think you are stupid?

Chen Zhao was too lazy to pay attention to West, and West's car drove into the slum.

The more prosperous a city is, the more inevitable it is that slums will appear.

An internationally renowned city like Los Angeles also has internationally renowned slums.

"Are you sure you didn't arrange a Hongmen Banquet for me?"

"President, can you think normally?"

"No, after all, it's affiliated with the American Occult Society. How could such a high-profile department have its headquarters here? It looks like you arranged a few gangster gunmen to give me a tug tut tug after I got off the bus. .”

"The U.S. government will go bankrupt, and our department is occasionally strapped for funds. President, you should also understand."

Chen Zhao sighed: "How much lack of funds does our association have?"

"Actually, sometimes, I still envy you China."

"Why? Are China's associations very powerful?" Chen Zhao couldn't help but feel proud, and he was also the envy of you foreigners.

"No, at least you can make money by picking up rags over there."

"I want to get off, I want to get off, I don't want this bullshit to last forever."

What does this mean? Does this mean that the Supernatural Association is so poor that it needs to rely on rag picking to survive?

So what does it mean to be the president?