Chapter 609: Go to headquarters (eighth, ask for monthly pass)

"President, should you visit our headquarters?"
"Will you pretend to be me president and trick me into your headquarters and wait for the knife and knife?"
"President, can we not joke."
"Okay, but you come and sit for a while before I come back from the mountain and let me rest for a while."
West entered the living room and saw a group of people in the dining room.
Chen Yan returned to the table, and Fali asked, "Is that your friend? Would you like to ask him to come and have something to eat?"
"He's not hungry."
Fa Li stared at Chen Yan: "They all say that the Chinese are hospitable, why are you not hospitable at all?"
"Who do you hear the Chinese hospitality?" Chen Yan rolled his eyes.
Chen Ye didn't want to entertain West, but hostess Fari could not.
Take some roast meat and pour a glass of purple green wine for West.
"Sir, please use slowly."
"Thank you, ah ... so good."
Fali found that West seemed to be unaffected by Ziqing Brew.
It seems that he is also a person who lacks emotional experience, Fali guessed.
West is also a psychic. Although not a combat type, he has magical powers.
Ziqing Brew is only aimed at ordinary people, it will produce tear effect.
The stronger the magic, the weaker the effect.
But even a psychic has some effect.
With a mouthful of purple green brew, West felt refreshed and full of magic.
There seems to be a small increase in magic power, although not a lot, but it is very obvious.
West breathed a sigh of relief. Did Chen's family use this kind of thing to entertain his guests on weekdays?
How it feels, their paranormal association seems a bit of a small family.
West was surprised to see a group of pets, large and small, walking in and out of the restaurant, but he was not too scared.
He already knew that Chen Yan had a lot of pets in his house, after all, Chen Yan had been investigated beforehand.
But when he saw the albino puma, he was still a little surprised.
West pointed his forehead and fell into thought.
"Fari, I'm going out this afternoon."
"Well, with that Mr. West?"
"Ok."
"Okay, go early and return early."
...
Chen Yan got into West's car, and West's car drove a bit faster.
"Slow down." In fact, with Chen Huan's current physical fitness, even if the car is driving at a speed of 300 kilometers before hitting the wall, Chen Huan may not be dead.
However, Chen Ye still didn't enjoy the pleasure brought by this speeding.
West said confidently, "President, my memory is very good."
"What does driving have to do with memory."
"I know every turn and junction here."
West paused and asked, "President, did you kill someone today ... or last night?"
"Is it so obvious? Something is showing up?"
"I know not only that you killed, but also who you killed."
"Such interest?"
"That albino puma was named on the black market for five million dollars."
"Is it so expensive?" Chen Xuan exclaimed: "Should I sell it? It's worth my net worth."
When Chen Kun came to the United States for seven or eight months, he estimated that he had made millions of dollars.
"And recently in Los Angeles, there was a poaching team. The leader, Mayfield Lyon, was also a senior criminal."
"and then?"
"They came to hunt the albino puma, and that albino puma now appears in your home, and its body and other pets are wounded, indicating that you have been in these two days, and some People have clashed. "
Chen Yan looked at West in wonder: "Can this also be associated? Have you been pretending to be silly in front of me?"
"President, I said a long time ago that I am a psychic mind-strengthening magic. After I use my keen mind to strengthen my brain, I do think quickly.
"Then why did you not think about the consequences when you harassed the former chairman's secretary?"
"I'm sincere to her." West answered seriously.
Chen Ye rolled his eyes, and workplace harassment was described as love by you. Could you have a face?
"President, let's sell some of your wine to our association."
"Oh? How many bottles do you want?"
"One hundred bottles," West said.
"Isn't the association running out of money?"
"You can still get a little money."
"Oh, well, $ 150 million, thank you for your patronage."
Moments-
The car stopped abruptly: "President, you are extortion."
"Extortion? You didn't figure out the price of my wine." Chen Yan rolled his eyes.
"How expensive can your wine be?"
"Haven't you heard of Ziqing Brew?"
"Of course listen ... wait ... you said the wine was ... Ziqing Brew?"
"Yes, it's Ziqing Brew. The market price of a bottle is 1.5 million dollars. You want a hundred bottles. I charge you 150 million dollars. Is that okay?"
"Ah? That is to say, I drank almost half a million dollars just now." West looked sad.
Thinking about it all feels sad, but that's half a million dollars.
Of course, he has heard of the famous name of Ziqing Brew. Nowadays, there are all kinds of true and false legends about Ziqing Brew.
However, he couldn't even dream of it. The famous Ziqing Brew was what he drank.
Ziqing brewed in the outside world has almost become a mythical wine.
The civilians are eager to find out, and the rich are fragrant.
"President ..."
"Don't even think about it, I have condescended to the result and become a president. If you let me contribute and pay for it, it's still free."
Chen Zheng decisively rejected West's idea.
Just kidding, when this is the president, you haven't got a penny, and you have to make your own contribution.
Really be stupid?
Chen Yan didn't bother to care about West, and West's car drove into the slum.
The more prosperous the city, the more inevitably slums will emerge.
Internationally renowned cities like Los Angeles also have internationally known slums.
"Are you sure you've arranged a grand banquet for me?"
"President, can you think about it normally?"
"No, anyway, the American Paranormal Association is also linked. How can such a large department be set up here? How does it look like you have arranged a few gangster gunmen, and after I got off the bus, they gave me a rush. . "
"The U.S. government is bankrupt, and our department is occasionally tight in funding, and you should understand it, president."
Chen Yi sighed, "How much funding does our association have?"
"In fact, sometimes I still envy you in China."
"Why? Are China's associations great?" Chen Yan couldn't help but be proud, and there was a day that your foreigners were envious of.
"No, at least you can pick it up and sell it."
"I want to get off the car. I want to get off the car. I don't think that will grow."
What does this mean? That is to say, the Paranormal Society is so poor that it needs to be maintained by picking up rags.
What does this chairman mean?