Chapter 317 Angry Working Kitten

The moment the producer director heard the name Mr. Hohenzollern, he immediately thought of his resignation report.

It was instantly torn apart, and I turned around and began to formulate my own request for promotion.

"Thank you for the microphone." At the same time, Mr. Jamie Dimon, who answered the phone, suddenly raised his phone and shook it in front of everyone.

"Mr. Hohenzollern wants to say a few words to the American audience through this program."

"No problem!!" This time no one made things difficult for him, and the production director himself held a brand new microphone.

He broke into the camera lens and deliberately showed his face in front of the camera.

Then he obediently placed the microphone next to the microphone of the mobile phone.

"Dear investors, fans of technology and our company, I thought I could take a good vacation after I got hurt accidentally."

"I didn't expect that so many ridiculous and tragic events would happen while I was enjoying my vacation."

"I'm still deep in the Rockies, but should be able to make it to New York tomorrow, after enjoying my last night of wonderful vacation life."

"I will put an end to this rumor once and for all. 78 hours later, I will hold my second personal speech in the square in front of the Parliament building."

"And at the same time, it will put an absolutely perfect end to everything that has happened recently. All doubts and conspiracies will be completely ended on that day."

“Thank you for your support Mr. Dimon, and I hope you will condescend to be there that day.”

"Of course." Jamie Dimon took the phone away from the microphone and hung up the speakerphone.

After exchanging pleasantries with Carl on the other end of the phone, he straightened his clothes, stood up, and glanced at the completely confused host.

He then looked at the producer director who was still bending over with the microphone, and spoke in the same calm tone.

"You heard it too. I need to go back now to prepare some necessary things, so let's end the show here, sir."

"And I think the ratings for this show won't be too bad. You got what you wanted. Our deal is over."

After saying that, he turned and left the live broadcast room.

At the same time, in a cheap motor home outside of New York, Carl hung up the phone.

He casually threw his phone aside and glanced at Cedric who was sleeping soundly on the other bed.

He sighed helplessly, stood up and walked to the windowsill, and poured a pot of water for the pot of orchid tulips and the "Qiluo Blue Flame" flower.

Then he opened the door and went downstairs, where there was a very simple little bar that served cheap fried chicken and beer.

Among the crowd of paunchy, casually dressed tourists, a short figure was wearing a neat black suit.

Sitting in the corner of the bar, typing away on a silver-gray laptop.

"Did you finally get that guy to sleep? I thought you were going to accompany him, but it seems I was overthinking it."

Kevin Lestrange stared at the computer screen and started to speak in a sarcastic tone without even raising his head.

“Don’t be so mean.” Carl said with a smirk on his face, rubbing his hands as he handed a box of donuts to the other person.

"I need to....."

"Airport rental fees, aircraft fuel refueling fees, and necessary aircraft bills have been settled."

"The wages of short-term pilots have been settled, and overtime wages for production lines have also been paid."

"We are only one billion short. What else do you need?"

Kevin Lestrange raised his head slightly, his dark circles flashing with anger that said "don't mess with me".

“No need.” Karl waved his hands repeatedly, and the smile on his face became a little awkward. “You do have extraordinary professional skills.”

"It is my honor to have you manage my assets. Thank you very much."

"Thank me." Kevin Lestrange sneered, staring at the embarrassed Carl.

"So you announced on your own that you would end this plan in 78 hours. You know what 78 hours means to me."

"How much more work will it add? It will take me 72 hours to safely launder all this income."

"That means I need to make 6 billion U.S. dollars in the next 10 hours. You really think too highly of me, Mr. Hohenzollern."

"You are such a good boss. You are like a roller juicer, squeezing out all the surplus value of your employees without leaving a drop."

"You really opened my eyes."

After saying this, Kevin Lestrange pouted, lowered his head and continued to work, leaving Carl standing by, feeling very embarrassed.

After a full half hour, Karl's feet were numb from standing, and the looks from the people around him made him very embarrassed.

So he had no choice but to sit next to Kevin Lestrange.

"Anything else, Mr. Hohenzollern?"

As soon as he sat down, Kevin Lestrange glared at him.

"Nothing, just go to work, and don't forget to eat your donuts. You need some energy to replenish your energy after working so hard."

Carl responded awkwardly.

"No need." Kevin Lestrange said proudly, "I'm not some loser who only likes sweets."

"That kind of sweet food will only make people's character weak. If you really want to help me, please help me get a double espresso black coffee."

"Don't add any sugar, I need to get my spirits up and work hard right now to pay for someone's profligate bills."

"I absolutely will not..."

"I made this myself." Carl suddenly said, holding a donut in his hand and putting it to his mouth.

"You like the lemon and citrus flavor. I didn't add too much sugar and I didn't use too much butter to knead the dough."

"It's more like a French croissant, but this is America after all, and we always have to experience the specialties."

Kevin Lestrange's nose moved slightly, and the fresh scent of lemon and citrus made him swallow his saliva.

Karl could see that the other party was already moved, but was just too embarrassed to say it out loud.

So he simply broke the donut in his hand, forced half of it into the other person's mouth, and ate the other half himself, talking as he ate.

"Well, Mr. Lestrange, I know you are very busy and can't take your hands off the keyboard."

"Then let me feed you. You must replenish your energy, otherwise such an excellent employee will collapse."

“It’s a great loss to me.”

In this way, the two people shared a large box of donuts in this strange posture.

Then Carl sat aside doing nothing, while Kevin Lestrange continued to work hard on the computer.

I don’t know how much time passed until a slight snoring woke Carl from his light sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he found Kevin Lestrange sleeping in his arms like a docile kitten.

Looking at the cat that was still purring, Carl couldn't help but smile knowingly and reached out his hand to scratch its nose.

Then, seeing that the other party had no intention of waking up, he had to take out a mobile phone from the ring with one hand and dialed the only number inside.

After the call was connected, he gave the order in a very low voice.

"Professor Snape, you can start customizing the potion I want."