“Mr. Chen Yang, I am very satisfied with what I have seen.” Henry quickly closed a folder in front of him. He looked at the other members of the group he was leading with a smug expression. I noticed that two of them were probably government officials. These two looked frustrated, as if they wanted to cause trouble but had no way to do so. They seemed to want to say something, but Henry glared at them and they shut their mouths.
Henry pulled a pen from his pocket: "I think we can sign a preliminary letter of intent for cooperation now... As for the formal contract, well, Mr. Chen, you and I are both sensible people. Those documents are not something we have the authority to sign, right?"
I nodded, and everyone smiled knowingly.
We immediately signed a letter of intent, which meant that this farce of the Americans causing us trouble could come to an end.
It was a little simpler than I expected.
As is customary, I announced on the spot that to celebrate the partnership between the great East African United Airlines and the great Lockheed Corporation, we should open a bottle of champagne.
Soon, amidst the insincere applause, a stunningly beautiful and alluring Black woman walked in. This woman was clearly one of the most attractive members of the group that Qiao Qiao had carefully selected. While her features weren't exceptionally beautiful, her figure was superb, especially her slender waist which moved with a graceful gait, and her captivating eyes were incredibly alluring!
This alluring Black woman walked in, dressed in a tight-fitting business suit, carrying a bottle of champagne. Amid our cheers, I opened the champagne myself, and then the Black woman served everyone glasses...
I noticed that Henry's gaze was particularly unusual when he looked at the beautiful Black woman, and I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Oh! Mr. Chen, is this your secretary? She's quite a beauty."
Suddenly, on a whim, he gently pulled the beautiful woman aside, holding a glass of wine, and said, "Madam, please allow me to tell you, you are truly very beautiful... May I invite you to have a drink with me?"
...
This was completely unexpected! I never imagined that the American representative would suddenly and openly harass my "female employee" at this moment...
A sudden, ominous premonition flashed through my mind...
Sure enough, a hint of confusion flashed across the Black woman's face; she couldn't understand Henry's New York-accented English at all. However, her professionalism allowed her to react naturally and skillfully when dealing with English-speaking foreigners. Although she couldn't understand Henry, at least she knew a few words of English...
So, my nominal female secretary, with a sweet smile, addressed the American chief representative clearly and fluently in English:
"One hundred and fifty per session, two hundred for the whole night!"
...
The entire audience was stunned, while I covered my face tightly...
Part Three: The Pinnacle, Chapter Forty-Three: Colluding with Each Other
The "female secretary's" last unexpected line almost made my heart jump out of my chest! It seems the old saying was right: man proposes, God disposes!
Fortunately, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Henry's face went from blankness to shock, then to helplessness, before he finally tried to conceal it... He coughed a few times, then smiled with feigned composure: "Oh, Mr. Chen, your secretary is quite humorous... Hahahaha..."
I quickly joined in the laughter, and with the two of us, the leaders, laughing heartily, everyone else in the conference room also joined in.
The female secretary was quickly dragged out, and to everyone's utter dismay, she seemed oblivious to the situation. As she was being pulled away, she added, as if still wanting more, "I only accept US dollars..."
The dry laughter in the room sounded somewhat weak. After Henry and I exchanged a quick glance, we both tacitly changed the subject. For a moment, the room was filled with boring and pointless topics such as "Today's weather... hahaha" or "This wine is very good... hahahaha".
However, I finally confirmed one thing: it seems that this chief representative, Henry, is not an official of the United States and does not want to cause trouble, which greatly relieved me.
After that, we acted as if nothing had happened, and parted ways in a friendly atmosphere. Henry politely declined my invitation to have dinner with them, and even canceled his original plan to stay for a day, immediately heading to the airport to leave the city.
I was only truly relieved after seeing off those plagues. Upon returning, I immediately paid each of the flight attendants and then dismissed them on the spot.
As for the "employees" in the company, when I returned, I was surprised to find that all of my subordinates, except for Hammer, were lecherously flirting with these women.
Of course, their interactions with them were simple, mostly consisting of lewd glances... I'll make no attempt to hide it; it was the most classic look between a client and a prostitute!
And when this eye contact escalated to the end, the female employees would often resort to showing off the only English phrase they knew: "One hundred and fifty per time, two hundred for the whole night..."
This left me both amused and exasperated.
I'm not angry, it's just that most of my men are unmarried and single. These gangsters live a life of hardship, eating large chunks of meat, drinking heavily, and risking their lives... and of course, they need women too. For these men, occasionally going to brothels to satisfy their needs is perfectly normal.
However, I still gave an order that my brothers were strictly forbidden from "patronizing" my female employees.
It's not that I'm heartless, but I understand... Africa is one of the places in the world with the highest prevalence of AIDS! Especially for those working in the sex industry... it's even more dangerous!
I don't want my brothers to contract any terminal illness.
However, as the boss, I naturally can't ignore the "little brothers" of my underlings.
According to my budget, I originally expected to spend nearly one million US dollars to hire these women, which means I originally planned to pay each woman nearly ten thousand US dollars. However, I mistakenly overestimated the prices in the East African sex industry. In reality, it costs "one hundred and fifty dollars per session, and two hundred dollars for the whole night."
Under these circumstances, I naturally wouldn't do something as idiotic as giving each girl ten thousand dollars. Although I'm willing to spend money, I'm not a sucker, nor do I have a penchant for being ripped off. I gave them each a thousand dollars, which was more than enough to make them extremely grateful.
As for the remaining budget, which amounted to several hundred thousand dollars, I thought for a moment and then looked at my dozen or so howling wolves. I simply gave each of them fifty thousand dollars and announced that after things were over here, I would personally lead them to Amsterdam, the Netherlands, so they could drink and find women to their heart's content.
At least the Netherlands is a sexually liberal country, and Amsterdam is known as the "sex capital." Prostitutes there have proper licenses, it's completely legal, and they undergo regular health checks. That at least saved my brother from "non-combat injuries."
“Fifty thousand dollars per person, enough for you to drink the best wine and play with high-class women.” After I announced this, I was immediately greeted with cheers.
...
A day later, I received a message from Ren Lei. The American side expressed "basic satisfaction" with the results of the inspection, which meant that I had passed the test and the mission was complete.
Now, I can go home.
When I met Ren Lei again, Wu Gang was also present. I explained what to do after completing the mission, and I also discussed something with him: I had to leave someone in Africa to manage the diamond mine we were cooperating on with Kunta, but not with Kunta. I planned to send one or two people to be stationed in Cairo, Egypt, so that we could transfer the diamond mine's profits nearby, and at the same time set up a smuggling transit point there.
I only said half of what I meant, but Ren Lei understood what I meant. He subtly indicated that he would "take care of my people" to the best of his ability, and I was already very satisfied with his reply.
Then, I made no attempt to hide our itinerary. Instead of heading straight back to Vancouver, I took my hardworking men on a day trip to the sex capital of Europe. Wu Gang declined my invitation to come along, but I could tell he was quite envious.
Thus, my African business investment delegation officially transformed into a "European sex tour," after a wild and unrestrained affair in Amsterdam. With my satisfied subordinates and Jojo, who was watching me closely from Amsterdam but dared not make a move, I marched back to Vancouver…
...
"How is he?"
In a villa in the northern suburbs of Vancouver, I sat by the window in a comfortable Chinese rattan chair, not looking up, just reading the newspaper.
Outside the window, a light drizzle was falling, and the weather was somewhat gloomy. The fine drizzle seemed like a thin mist, drifting across the sky and earth layer by layer.
I've always disliked damp weather, especially rainy weather, so in this kind of climate, I feel a bit down.
The person in front of him stood cautiously: "Mr. Chen, his surgery was a success... Well, I did my best with the person you sent. The initial plan was all achieved... You see..."
I finally looked up at the person in front of me, Dr. J, the best plastic surgeon in Vancouver, and of course, the one who charges the highest fees.
"I don't want to ask about the details, I just want to know that the surgery was successful... Will there be any other problems later?" I frowned.
"No!" Dr. J said carefully. "The surgeries I perform are all safe. But I personally suggest that it's best to avoid such major surgeries as much as possible, especially for this patient. His original appearance has already undergone significant changes, and this surgery has been quite invasive. So, for safety reasons, I don't recommend that he have any more cosmetic surgeries in the future... As you know, although modern medicine is advanced, the human body is still fragile."
I waved my hand and said calmly, "Alright, so can we say that as long as he doesn't have any more plastic surgery in the future, he's now a completely normal person? And he won't have any health problems or defects left behind?"
"Yes, yes! It's completely normal! Don't worry about anything!" the doctor said confidently.
I finally managed a smile: "Thank you, doctor... I'll have someone send the check."
Before the doctor could even show any joy, I said in a calm tone, "There's one more thing, I think you should understand... this kind of thing..."
The doctor immediately and cleverly replied, "Please rest assured, I have destroyed all relevant documents, and I will keep this matter completely confidential and will not utter a single word." He paused, then smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, I am a doctor in this field. You are not the first person I have sent for cosmetic surgery... I often encounter special clients who wish to change their appearance for specific reasons... Rest assured, I have a good reputation for keeping clients' information confidential!"
“Very good.” I said casually, “I believe you… but please remember, if I discover even the slightest trace of this matter being exposed… then you and your family… I’m afraid I can’t even guarantee their safety.”
The doctor wiped his sweat, nodded repeatedly, and then took his leave.
I sighed, took a sip of tea, then stood up, went upstairs, and entered a room.
There was one of my men watching at the door. Inside, a Black man was sitting in a wheelchair, facing a standing pair of glasses, seemingly staring blankly at his reflection.
The mirror reflected a handsome young Black man. His eyebrows, which had initially carried a slightly fierce look, had been softened, making his eyes appear much gentler. If it weren't for the occasional glint of cunning in his eyes, this dashing young man could almost rival Hollywood's famous black heartthrob, Will Smith. His nose was straight, his lips thin, his eyes bright, and his cheekbones, after being styled, made his facial features appear much softer…
"Tu." I walked over and stood behind him, looking at him in the mirror, and smiled. "How is it? Are you satisfied with your new look?"
Part Three: The Pinnacle, Chapter Forty-Four: "The Heart of Slaughter"
The room was dark, with all the curtains drawn, completely blocking out light, and a heavy atmosphere permeated the space…
Tu didn't speak. He continued to look in the mirror, his eyes calm as still water, with only a faint trace of confusion occasionally flashing across them, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Do you like your new look?" Looking at Tu's slightly handsome face in the mirror, I asked him his age. This incredibly powerful super humanoid weapon was actually a year younger than me. After plastic surgery, his appearance regained some of the vigor that a young person his age should have.
However, those eyes remained as sharp as an African vulture's.
"There's no such thing as liking or disliking it... it's just a skin." Tu answered me softly, raising his hand to gently touch his cheek, and sighed, "My face is still a little numb, it seems like I can't feel anything."
"It will be fine in a few days." I told him with a smile, "Your fingerprints and appearance have been changed. I have also given you a new identity. You are now a second-generation immigrant from Nigeria."
"Thank you..." He hesitated for a moment, then uttered the word softly. He continued to look at himself in the mirror, as if he could never get enough of looking at himself: "I... I always feel a little uncomfortable."
He stood up, supporting himself with his hands on his wheelchair, and slowly moved to the mirror, then unbuttoned his shirt.
His muscles were still full of elasticity, as if they were full of explosive power, with well-proportioned limbs and muscle groups full of human beauty... But what was amazing was that all the scattered scars on his body had disappeared!
I couldn't help but marvel at the amazing effects of cosmetic surgery.
To further conceal his identity, the surgery employed numerous laser techniques to smooth out many of Tu's scars, and in some areas, even skin grafts were performed. His body, which was originally covered in knife and gunshot wounds, now appeared completely smooth... Of course, cosmetic surgery isn't omnipotent; some deep scars, even after surgery, will still leave faint traces... But overall, Tu now presents a completely unfamiliar new image! Even those who know him well would find it difficult to detect any flaws when standing in front of him.
My expression was undoubtedly one of satisfaction; I even considered whether to give the doctor some extra compensation.
However, I then noticed a very complicated look in Tu Di's eyes.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
“A lot of things are missing.” He seemed unsure how to phrase it, and his face was somewhat somber.
“At least you look clean…and whole now.” I tried to joke: “When I first met you, your body…looked like a rag doll that had been torn apart and then stitched back together.”
Tu shook his head: "It is very clean... but too clean."
Seeing my puzzled look, Tu's gaze grew even more sorrowful. He said in a low voice, "Although I am a killing machine... I also have feelings, I have... my own memories." He pointed to his head: "Many things were originally hidden here by me."
He stood in front of the mirror, his fingers sliding down his shoulder. Suddenly, he smiled, revealing pearly white teeth. His smile carried a heavy weight that I couldn't describe: "You know what? I remember every single wound on my body! Like here… there used to be a penetrating wound. It was during my training, in a live-fire exercise. According to the rules, only the winning side survived; the losing side would be eliminated as losers… executed. That time, we were facing a squad of soldiers led by our instructor. In the end, I killed that instructor with my own hands. The original wound here was inflicted by the instructor with a dagger. If it had been just a few points off, it would have pierced my heart…"
"...And here, there used to be a bullet hole. It was during an operation in Congo. We raided a mercenary's secret outpost. My comrade took a bullet for me. He was crippled, and I was wounded. When we got back, he was 'eliminated' because his injuries couldn't fully heal, while I was cured."
"And my back... I used to have whip marks from when I was training at the base and was punished with a cane for violating discipline. I was almost shot that time, but in the end they gave me a choice: to fight another guy who had violated discipline, and the winner would live. In the end... I won. The loser had his Adam's apple crushed by me, while I only received twenty lashes."
“And here…” He suddenly bent down, pointing to his calf: “Here, there used to be a knife wound… That was my first mission. We killed everyone in the enemy base, and to silence them, we slaughtered all the survivors. Finally, I faced a little boy and hesitated slightly… But while I hesitated, that little boy pulled out a dagger and stabbed me… Unfortunately, he was too short, and lying on the ground, so he only lightly stabbed my calf, just scratching the skin. Then my comrade shot him in the head.” He looked at me, a smile on his face, but his voice was icy: “From that moment on, I understood that the place I live in is the battlefield. On the battlefield, you are either surrounded by comrades or enemies! Any mercy will only harm you.”
He spoke slowly, word by word, sentence by sentence. His cold voice, carrying a hint of chill, combined with his unhurried pace, made his words incredibly shocking to my ears!
Suddenly, a strange thought occurred to me: I was at a loss, unsure of how to approach this young Black man.
Because fundamentally, his past experiences are from a completely different world than ours.
After hesitating for a moment, I smiled, walked behind him, and gently patted his shoulder. I could see he instinctively flinched, but after a slight hesitation, he didn't move, letting my hand rest on his shoulder. I turned to face him, helped him button up his shirt, and then smiled, "Okay, remember, you're not a machine anymore. You're a human now. A human, understand? Remember what Deron told you."
I walked to the window, and then suddenly pulled the curtains open forcefully...