Lu Rong has already arranged all the relationships, public relations, and related procedures and documents needed to apply for a financial license.

Zhao Yingjun only needs to show up at the scene and sign and stamp.

So he acted very relaxed, without any psychological burden, and told Lu Rong when she left, "Call me anytime."

Then the conversation turned to the new adult clubs that had opened in Los Angeles.

"Brother, I know a great middleman who has top-notch resources."

"I want this amount at a time."

Zhao Yingjun raised a finger and shook his head with emotion, "Shit, it's really easier to make money lying down."

"You can do it."

With his abilities, good looks and slick manner, he would have a bright future as a gigolo.

Just tie up any rich woman and you can become famous in the industry.

With his professionalism and persistence in this matter, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself in the American upper class society.

Maybe, it can also revive this declining industry.

"…Fuck, just because I like to play doesn't mean I like to be played with. These are two different things."

Zhao Yingjun is not interested in being a gigolo. He is the one who holds the initiative to make decisions.

What's more, I heard that rich women have more tricks than men, and some of them even scare him.

Zhao Yingjun didn't want to one day, holding the back door and limping towards the hotel lobby, shouting to the doorman, "Hurry up and call a taxi, I need to go to the hospital now..."

Thinking of those 'beautiful' scenes, Zhao Yingjun couldn't help but sneer, and even his previous interest faded.

Old Mei's tricks are really terrible.

"Clear your X-worm-filled brain and tell me how things are going at home."

Li Zhenyu called him here not just to change the legal person.

After Dole 'joyfully' accepted his commission, he began to lobby the Blue House again by relying on his long-standing extensive network of contacts.

If you talk about what happened before, did it make him feel unhappy?

The answer is yes. No one likes to be kidnapped by a group of armed thugs and experience a life-and-death struggle.

But he couldn't ignore Li Zhenyu's threat.

Moreover, the other party was a generous employer, and Dole liked dealing with such people the most.

Because as long as you can meet their requirements, you never have to worry about compensation.

Who doesn’t like a sponsor who pays quickly? But some things are easy to do but hard to regret…

After mobilizing a lot of connections, the answer Doerr got was still "I'll consider it," which was obviously not the result he wanted.

Considering Li Zhenyu's threats and generosity, Dole finally boarded the flight to South Korea.

He wants to go and understand the situation himself and find out where the problem lies.

The last time Li Zhenyu received news was three days ago.

Dole has found the problem and is trying to solve it, but to this day he has not heard the good news he wanted.

"That's about it, brother. That guy really used every possible means and connection he could think of."

Zhao Yingjun specifically explained something for him, which was beyond Li Zhenyu's expectation, "Why, you two get along well... He found a few big foreign horses for you."

Zhao Yingjun smiled unnaturally, shrank his head and said awkwardly: "Well, it's not just a big foreign horse."

Zhao Yingjun, who usually talked about these things as if they were daily routines, actually whispered in his ear, which was rare.

Li Zhenyu's eyes widened, "I, damn it, my god... Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to leave the base?"

This guy, in order to satisfy his own interest, was bold enough to follow the other party to the base in South Korea.

"... Soldier, cough."

Zhao Yingjun's expression changed instantly, and he said with a weird and vulgar smile: "Brother, just one word, smooth!"

After he finished showing off his inner pride, Li Zhenyu solemnly warned him that it would never happen again.

This kind of thing is too sensitive, what if it gets exposed.

By then, not to mention him, even the person in charge will be brought to a military court, and the most likely scenario is that he will be thrown out as a scapegoat.

Hand it over to the angry people to calm the public anger and prevent the situation from further deteriorating and burning the foundation of the country.

Robbery and killing are the freedom that guarantees the prosperity of the American country.

Realizing that he was serious, Zhao Yingjun raised three fingers and swore that there would never be a next time.

"If you like uniforms, then go out and buy a few more. It'll be easy for you, and you can find someone to change into them however you like, but don't do this...if something happens, no one can save you."

"Got it, brother. I promise there won't be a next time."

Zhao Yingjun also figured out the key. If this matter was really leaked out, he, a South Korean, would definitely be the scapegoat.

So, did that cunning bald man plan to make himself the scapegoat from the very beginning?

"Fuck it, I'm going to make him pay next time we meet."

Li Zhenyu glanced at him and said nothing, because based on his understanding of Zhao Yingjun, he would soon put this matter behind him.

To offend a top lobbyist with extensive connections for the sake of a groundless speculation.

How stupid does one have to be to do such a stupid thing?

Zhao Yingjun also knew that this time they had really gone a bit too far.

So, he then reported to him in a rare serious manner about the development of T-rar in Yan Country, the latest status of various relationships and channels, etc.

Through Sister Qing, Zhao Yingjun got to know many big names in the industry, especially some of the tough guys in the Beijing circle, who treated him as a brother all day long.

Although this brotherhood is not very reliable, it has finally opened up a channel. As long as it is profitable in the future, everyone will be good brothers! In addition, Brother An called him several times, wanting to know why his precious daughter seemed like a different person after returning.

She was in a bad mood all day, not wanting to eat or drink. Which bastard dared to bully her?

Li Zhenyu: “…”

He glanced at his brother and said, "Hey, you enjoy the good life while I suffer. Where the hell can I get justice for this?"

"Got it, I'll call her."

I wanted to expose her to the public for a while to let her temper get the best of her, but now it seems that's not possible.

However, I believe that this time she will understand my thoughts.

"Finish the things on hand as soon as possible. I'll throw a party for you at the manor when you're done."

"Really...make sure to complete the mission."

Zhao Yingjun, who had just shown little interest, was instantly energized and left the room with high confidence.

"Keke, help me pick up Anxuan."

"Boss, phone call...Also, the butler and the team are on the way."

I nodded, and an emotional voice came from the other end of the phone, "What's the matter? If you can't help me contact your boss, don't call me again."

"It's me... who made you so angry?"

When An Xuan heard the voice he had been thinking about day and night, his anger instantly disappeared. Bitterness and grievance surged in his heart. Just as he was about to open his mouth, tears began to flow.

Bad men, none of them are good...

(End of this chapter)