Inside the White House, the bald-headed president was deeply troubled by the protests. Looking at the mountain of letters and reports piled before him, he couldn't help but peruse them one by one:

"Oh damn it, these damn guys, all they think about is blonde, big-assed beauties and big dicks. What can they do besides come up with useless proposals and waste paper? Get drunk in the back seat of their mother's car?! Damn it! Trash, all trash—"

The group of people standing in front of him all seemed unsurprised, while his secretary reminded him:

"In addition to the protests in various states, the United Way, the Bald Eagle Environmental Organization, the Bald Eagle Red Cross, the Food Poverty Alleviation Organization, the Bald Eagle Hunger Relief Organization, and the Bald Eagle Cancer Society all sent emails, seemingly very dissatisfied with Congress's decision. Oh, and transgender groups and gay groups also organized marches and demonstrations of varying sizes..."

"WTF?!"

The bald eagle president stared wide-eyed in disbelief. His newly grown blond hair was exceptionally neat, even carefully combed to one side with hair oil, making him look several years younger.

"Damn it! Those cowardly old men, living in constant fear of being summoned by God, they'd go crazy for a single laurel leaf! I swear someone would pay a hundred billion dollars for a holographic helmet from the Red Harvest Research Institute!! Those damned, cunning Chinese rabbits!!"

He was instantly overcome with impotent rage and said:

"But why are those damn guys even participating in the march?! All that magic potion stuff is just for fools!"

The bald eagle president quickly reflected on whether he had said anything "politically incorrect" or potentially misinterpreted in public.

But no matter how much he scratched his head, he couldn't find a clue.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

The secretary glanced at the president sympathetically, then said in a serious tone:

"The LGBTQ+ community supports the inclusion of genderless animals like butter scallops in Bald Eagles, while multi-color groups have publicly stated that they believe multi-characteristic plants like wheat ears and eggs can embody gender inclusivity. The extreme vegetarian community and the extreme meat lovers' association have always considered fried dandelions to be a perfect food."

Environmental organizations and hunger-eliminating groups have been in contact with the Chinese government. They are eager to import giant-sized fruits and vegetables; to this end, they have even sent at least ten emails to every member of Congress. As for the Cancer Association—”

The secretary paused for a moment:

"They said Congress should change its attitude toward China."

Actually, his words were all simplified; the original text in the email was:

Regardless of what the president thinks, and regardless of what demands China makes, they must agree to China's demands now, immediately, and without hesitation. Otherwise, they would not hesitate to use some "special means" to pressure the president.

As is well known, behind the Bald Eagle Congress stand not political parties but major corporations. Members of these corporations control most of the Bald Eagle's resources, and the "Cancer Association's" biggest support naturally comes from these people.

No one is unafraid of death. Their wealth cannot buy them a resurrection ticket from God. So when China announced the effects of "Laurel No. 1" on cancer and tumors, the first to act were not the bald eagle government, but this group of people.

"Fuck! ****! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! If they had money, those Chinese rabbits would definitely sell those magical plants!"

The bald eagle president unleashed a string of profanities, his roars echoing throughout the large office:

"What about those squads sent to China? Did they bring back any news? If not, I swear I'll blow your head off!"

Someone immediately stepped forward and replied in a low voice:

"Four elite squads... were wiped out. China was clearly on guard. But fortunately, our people sent back important information. Honghe Ren, the founder of Honghe Technology, is very likely the reason for these changes in China. We plan to bypass the Chinese government and contact her. I believe we will have results soon."

A satisfied smile finally appeared on the bald eagle president's face, and he couldn't help but applaud:

"General James, oh, you know I've always admired you, so please go and invite our guest, Red Harvest Ren, to the Bald Eagle. It's a great mission—"

"Yes!"

The black general stood at attention and replied solemnly.

—What should have been a serious scene was ruined by the blond hair that fell from the bald eagle president's head.

Clumps of his golden hair fell from his head, like golden snowflakes, interspersed with the loud curses of the bald eagle president:

"Fuck! Son of *****! Damn black market resellers!! What did they put in that magical shampoo?!"

Golden hair fell in clumps, shattering along with the pitiful self-esteem of the old white man.

The office suddenly fell silent, and everyone's gazes toward the bald eagle president's head became somewhat subtle.

Oh, who is it that says they don't need it, but secretly goes to the black market to buy expensive, miraculous hair growth tonic?

The tragedy of a stubborn old man.

This is probably what Chinese people often refer to as "it smells so good".

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While some people were mourning the loss of their hair, which they had regained only to lose again due to unscrupulous online sellers, Xu Milu was leisurely fishing by the river.

After dealing with the Orok Island matter, she almost immediately changed her identity to "Ren Honghe" to conduct transactions with the Chinese government. Afterwards, she took Xu Minian to see a house, and the signing of the contract and transfer of ownership took several more days. Yesterday, she finished dealing with the food stall, and she plans to focus on running the Mountain and Sea Restaurant from now on.

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