Chapter 610: A Visit To The HQ

“President, don’t you think you should visit the HQ?”

“Did you deceive me into becoming the president so that you can lure me to the HQ and then kill me?”

“President, can we be serious please?”

“Fine, but come in first. I just returned from the mountain. Lemme rest for a bit.”

West entered the living room and saw the group around the dining table.

When Chen Zhao returned to the table, Fali asked, “Is that your friend? Ask him to come and eat with us.”

“He’s not hungry.”

Fali widened her eyes. “Aren’t all Chinese people hospitable? That’s clearly false.”

“Where did you hear that from?” Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

Chen Zhao did not want to entertain West, but Fali would not allow it.

She took some roast meat and poured a glass of Purple Brew for West.

“Sir, please help yourself.”

“Thank you. Ah… It smells so good.”

Fali realized that West was not really affected by the Purple Brew.

He must have little love experience, Fali guessed.

West was also a spiritualist. Although he was not a combatant, he possessed magical power.

The Purple Brew would only cause normal people to cry.

The stronger one’s magical power was, the weaker this effect would be.

Nevertheless, the Purple Brew was not completely useless to spiritualists.

As West drank some Purple Brew, he immediately felt energized and filled with magical power.

His magical power even increased slightly. It was not a lot, but it was obvious.

West gasped. Had Chen Zhao always been treating his guests with such luxuries?

In comparison, the Supernatural Organization seemed much stingier.

West saw many pets of various sizes entering and leaving the dining room. He was surprised but not horrified.

He knew that Chen Zhao owned many pets. After all, he had investigated Chen Zhao in advance.

Nonetheless, when he saw the white cougar, he was somewhat taken aback.

West placed a finger on his forehead and started thinking.

“Fali, I’m going out in the afternoon.”

“Sure. With Mr. West?”

“Yup.”

“Okay. Don’t be back too late.”

…

Chen Zhao boarded West’s car and they sped off.

“Drive slower.” Actually, with his current fitness, Chen Zhao might not even die in a 300 km/h car crash.

However, he did not enjoy the feeling of speeding.

West said confidently, “President, I have an exceptional memory.”

“How is that related to driving?”

‘I remember every turn and intersection.”

West paused and then asked, “President, did you… kill someone today or last night?”

“Is it that obvious? How did you know?”

“I know not only you’ve killed people, but also who they are.”

“Oh?”

“That white cougar has a bounty in the black market. Five million dollars.”

“That much?” Chen Zhao exclaimed. “Should I sell it? That’s as much as what I own in total.”

In his seven or eight months in the country, Chen Zhao had earned around a few million.

“A group of poachers has recently come to LA. Their leader is called Milfred Leon, who’s also an experienced criminal.”

“So?”

“They’re here to catch the white cougar. Now, the white cougar is in your house. Also, your pets and the cougar are all injured, which means you’ve had a conflict very recently.”

Chen Zhao looked at West in surprise. “You could make that link? Have you always been acting stupid in front of me?”

“President, like what I’ve told you, I’m adept at spells that improve my thinking. When I cast Quick Thinking, I can, well, think quickly.”

“Why didn’t you think of the consequences before you harassed the former president’s secretary?”

“I was serious about her,” West answered in a serious voice.

Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. West was shameless enough to describe workplace harassment as love.

“President, can you sell that wine to our organization?”

“Oh? How many bottles?”

“A hundred,” West said.

“Isn’t the organization broke?”

“We can still afford cheap stuff.”

“Alright then. 150 million dollars. Thank you for your patronage.”

Screech!

The car came to an abrupt stop. “President, is that extortion?”

“Extortion? You didn’t even know how much my wine costs.” Chen Zhao rolled his eyes.

“How much can your wine cost?”

“Have you heard of the Purple Brew?”

“Of cour… wait… That’s the Purple Brew?”

“Yup. The market price is 1.5 million per bottle, so 150 million for a hundred bottles. I think that’s correct.”

“Uh? You mean, I drank 500 thousand just now?” West looked as if his family had just died.

He couldn’t think about it without feeling hurt. It was 500 thousand.

He had of course heard about the famous Purple Brew. Everyone on the streets had been spreading various rumors about it.

He would never have guessed that the wine he had drunk was actually the renowned Purple Brew.

The Purple Brew had almost become a legend.

The masses longed for a closer look, while the rich longed for a tiny sip.

“President…”

“Don’t even think about it. I’ve already condescended to become your president. Do you want me to spend both effort and money?”

Chen Zhao rejected West without hesitation.

He had not even received a single penny from the job. Why would he make any contributions?

Was he stupid?

Chen Zhao began to ignore West. The car drove into the slums.

The more prosperous a city was, the more likely it was to have slums.

The world-renowned city Los Angeles also had world-renowned slums.

“Did you arrange a last supper for me?”

“President, can you please think like a normal person?”

“But you’re at least the prestigious Supernatural Organization of America. Why would your HQ be here? It seems more likely that you’ve arranged a few gangsters who’ll shoot me after I alight.”

“Even the government can go bankrupt. The organization sometimes has a very tight budget. President, please understand.”

Chen Zhao sighed, “How tight is the budget?”

“Actually, sometimes I really envy China.”

“Why? Is the organization in China very powerful?” Chen Zhao felt proud.

“No, but at least you can pick up trash and sell it for money there.”

“Stop, I’m leaving! I don’t want to be your president anymore.”

What did that mean? Is the organization so broke that they have to pick up and sell trash?

Then what am I as the president?