The following day, Chen Ze went to Las Vegas for two days.
They then traveled to San Francisco and Los Angeles.
After getting tired of playing, Chen Ze took his secretary and bodyguards in a taxi to the airport. Unexpectedly, they encountered many protesters on the way.
This forced the taxi driver to stop the car, and the driver also warned Chen Ze and his companions not to open the car windows unnecessarily.
Out of curiosity, Chen Ze casually asked the driver.
"Hey buddy, what's going on? Why are there so many people protesting?"
The Black driver slammed his fist on the steering wheel and said indignantly, "It's all because of those bastards on Wall Street. I heard that several big financial groups, led by BlackRock, made over 10 billion dollars by going long on Electronic Arts stock, and then secretly ran off with the money. What's even more despicable is that group of short-selling funds like Citron Research. After losing 100 billion dollars, they actually did something despicable like pulling the plug on the internet, leaving us retail investors stuck at high prices and unable to sell our stocks."
The Black driver rattled off a long string of words, and it wasn't hard to tell from his expression that he was probably one of the individual stock investors.
After listening to the Black driver's account, Chen Ze said seriously.
"When Electronic Arts' stock fell a few days ago, they should have guessed that someone had already started selling their shares. Why didn't they follow suit?"
At this point, the Black driver became even more furious and began to curse.
"It's that damn Jerry and Lucas from the forum, those two keep hyping up that EA stock will go up to $1,000 per share."
$1,000 per share? Chen Ze was speechless. There's always a reason why someone is pitiful. To put it bluntly, it was his own greed that caused this bad result.
The demonstrators walked across the vehicles, but fortunately they did not damage them.
The Black man breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking towards the airport.
Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the car.
Looking out the car window, Chen Ze saw several radical protesters clashing with police, and the scene was chaotic.
The secretary said nervously, "Mr. Chen, this situation is a bit dangerous. Will we be affected?"
Chen Ze frowned and comforted him, "Don't panic, the driver will handle it."
The driver drove carefully while cursing the troublemakers.
Suddenly, a pebble flew out of nowhere and hit the car window with a loud "bang," startling the secretary into screaming.
The bodyguards immediately became alert, placing their hands on their waists, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
Fortunately, the disturbance did not last long, and the taxi finally escaped the chaotic scene and continued towards the airport.
As Chen Ze watched the chaotic scene receding into the distance outside the window, he thought to himself that this trip to a foreign country had been full of unexpected events.
After arriving at the airport, they successfully checked in and boarded their flight back home.
Chen Ze leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes, and thought about returning to China as soon as possible.
The plane flew smoothly, and after more than 20 hours, it successfully landed at the Capital Airport.
After getting off the plane, Chen Ze transferred directly back to Shenzhen.
the next day.
On the outskirts of Shenzhen, at the Kyushu Security Training Base.
Chen Ze's black Cullinan rolled over the edge of the muddy training field, splashing water everywhere.
Two consecutive weeks of international flights left him with a throbbing pain in his temples, but he couldn't wait to adjust to the time difference. His first stop upon returning home was this secret base hidden in the hilly area.
"Mr. Chen, you should rest for a day first." Shen Xiyu, who was in the passenger seat, handed him a bottle of chilled mineral water.
Chen Ze unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp, water droplets sliding down his chin and onto the collar of his custom-made suit: "Has Zeng Bojian arrived yet?"
"We've arrived and are waiting for you at the fighting arena. Captain Wang of the African expedition team has also just arrived, and all the materials are ready."
The car stopped in front of a low-rise building painted in camouflage. As soon as Chen Ze got out, he heard a series of synchronized shouts and muffled thuds of bodies colliding in the distance. The July sun blazed fiercely in Lingnan, the air thick with the smells of sweat and dust.
Inside the fighting gym, more than thirty shirtless, muscular men were sparring in pairs. Their bronze back muscles gleamed, and the sound of their fists hitting the sandbags was like cannonballs exploding.
In the center of the stadium, a man with a buzz cut, nearly 1.9 meters tall, was slamming a young player onto the mat with one hand, his movements as clean and swift as tearing a piece of paper.
"Instructor Zeng," Chen Ze called out from the doorway.
The crew-cut man turned around abruptly, his chiseled face momentarily stunned, then a rare smile spread across his face. He jogged over, stood at attention, and saluted: "Boss!"
Chen Ze patted Zeng Bojian's granite-like shoulder: "Looks like I didn't misjudge you. The three million was well spent."
Zeng Bojian, a former combat instructor of a special forces unit, was forced to retire due to an accident during an overseas operation. He was then recruited by Chen Ze with a large sum of money to train this "private security team".
In fact, this team's role is far more than just security guards.
"Line up!" Zeng Bojian shouted, and the more than 300 team members on the training field stopped training instantly and formed a neat square formation within ten seconds.
"Reporting to the boss, the Kyushu Security Special Training Team One should have 300 men, but 297 are present. Please give instructions!"
Chen Ze walked slowly through the queue, his sharp eyes sweeping over every face.
The youngest of these young men was only nineteen years old, and the oldest was no more than thirty-five, but their eyes held a wolf-like ferocity and the restraint of a disciplined military force.
"Push-ups, one hundred, let's begin."
Without any hesitation, more than thirty people lay down at the same time, their movements as synchronized as if they were one person.
Chen Ze squatted down and carefully observed their muscle lines and the way they exerted force. When he counted to seventy-three, he suddenly shouted to stop.
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