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american comcis _ tales of caltiveter _chapter_0307_part_03
Chapter 723
chapter 0307 part 3
The oval Room was covered with thick wool carpets. Along the walls of the Room was a circle of sofas covered with precious animal hides. The transparent white bear animal hides faintly emitted a faint blue luster under the lights, adding a touch of mystery to the Room.
A tall, strong Black Person maid silently pushed a four-wheeled cart over. The cart was full of collection-grade handmade cigars, as well as thin cigarettes.
The man sitting on the sofa expressionlessly selected a cigar. Immediately, two beautiful young women came forward, serving the man by lighting his cigar.
The Black Person maid slowly pushed the cart away from the Room. A blonde, blue-eyed White Person beauty pushed another small cart in.
This time the cart was filled with various fine wines. Each one was a rare commodity hard to find even for a thousand gold coins, especially a few bottles of wine without labels, with strangely shaped bottles covered in dust, which were peerless fine wines with fewer than a hundred bottles in the entire Federation.
The man's gaze swept over a pile of wine bottles and casually picked one.
The White Person woman pushed the wine cart away. Two beautiful young women knelt on the ground, placing a thick-based wine glass carved from natural crystal on the small table beside the man.
One young woman took the wine bottle from the man's hand and gently opened the cork. A burst of wine aroma filled the air, indicating the wine was perfectly aerated.
Crimson wine liquid silently poured into the wine glass. The two young women respectfully held the wine glass in their palms, carefully feeding it to the man's mouth.
However, the man took the wine glass in his hand, waved his hand, signaling the obedient young women to quickly stand up and obediently retreat from the Room.
The two-foot-thick oak door of the Room silently closed, and the vast Room seemed isolated from the entire Universe.
Fingers skillfully flicked, and an extremely thin cigarette jumped into his mouth. Lane lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.
Wisping smoke slowly exhaled from his nostrils. Lane comfortably lay on the sofa, squinting at the man sitting there stiffly, heavily puffing on his cigar.
"Mr. President, why did you call me here in such a hurry?"
The man—no, rather, the current Federal President, Obama—crossed his legs. He glanced at Lane and gently shook his head.
"Mr. Lane, I'm not looking for you, but for your Boss. Where is Tang? Why isn't he here to see me?"
Pursing his lips, Lane blew three smoke rings one after another, watching them slowly expand and disappear.
After a long while, he finally smiled.
"Mr. President! Our Boss hasn't been involved in company matters for a long time. He's handling some private matters and can't get away. If you have something, just tell me directly!"
Obama gave a cold laugh, heavily exhaling a puff of smoke. He glanced at Lane.
"It seems Boss Tang is quite arrogant. I, the Federal President, need an appointment to see him..."
Lane interrupted Obama, shifting his body comfortably and smilingly said, "Mr. President, you misunderstand. Our Boss truly has matters to handle. Are you looking for our Boss regarding political contributions for the next election or votes?"
Hearing Lane mention votes and political contributions! Obama's expression immediately changed. With the current number of employees and the influence of the Tang Group in the Federation, it could indeed affect the outcome of the next presidential election.
Understanding this point, Obama immediately changed his slightly arrogant attitude from before. He took two heavy puffs of his cigar and stated his purpose.
"Mr. Lane, I believe you must have heard about the underwater wormhole incident. Currently, National Governments around the world are beaten and bruised by these underwater wormholes. There are two underwater wormholes in our Federal Sea Area. If these two wormholes are not resolved quickly, the Federal Mainland will be threatened!"
It will also affect my future votes, Obama silently added in his heart.
"So your purpose in seeking our Boss is to ask him to help you solve these two troubles?" Lane exhaled a smoke ring, a look of realization on his face.
Obama nodded: "Regarding wormhole handling, your Tang Group has experience in this area. The space gate at Leon Military Base was resolved by your Tang Group. That kind of magical Beast Hide Scroll, I think if we use that kind of Beast Hide Scroll to plug the underwater wormholes, it should temporarily resolve these two troubles!"
"Beast Hide Scroll?" Lane shook his head, a look of difficulty on his face: "Mr. President, setting aside the fact that the Beast Hide Scroll is a magic artifact from the Underworld, just its manufacturing materials are legendary Hell Creatures. How many of these Beast Hide Scrolls do you think there can be? Moreover, the natural environment of the underwater vortex is completely unsuitable for using Beast Hide Scrolls!"
Lane scoffed inwardly at Obama's suggestion. Obama wasn't the only one who had sought him out these past few days; they all wanted the Tang Group to find a method to deal with the space gate.
And Lane truly wasn't lying to Obama. The Boss had emerged from seclusion and gone traveling with a few Boss's Wives. If Obama wanted to find the Boss, he'd have to go to Heaven.
Literally. Forget about the few Boss's Wives, even he wanted to go see Heaven from the Bible, which the Boss mentioned was now their Territory. Lane wanted to go see it as well.
He had contacted the Boss about the things happening on Earth, those mysteriously appearing underwater wormholes, and the reply he received was just three words: "Got it!"
Lane understood that the Boss had no intention of being Earth's babysitter.
"Mr. President, although the Beast Hide Scroll is useless, there is something else that I think the Federal Government could use!"
Seeing Obama looking disappointed and preparing to leave, Lane extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, took out a folder from the side, and handed a piece of data to Obama.
Obama took the folder suspiciously. After a brief look, he looked up at Lane in shock. "Is the stuff in here real?"
Lane watched Obama's expression with satisfaction, rubbing his palms together forcefully.
"This Colossus Exoskeleton Battlegear combines the most advanced technology of our Tang's Arms Company. If equipped with a chainsaw made of Adamantium Alloy, our weapon experts have evaluated that one unit can take down a Kaiju."
Obama suddenly stood up and quickly paced around the Room, which was less than five meters wide and long. He suddenly spun around and stared intently at Lane.
"Tell me, what are the conditions of your Tang Group? Policy support, or tax exemption measures?"
Lane sat up straight, his hands on his knees, and said very seriously, "One condition!?"
"What condition?"
Obama asked without hesitation.
"Don't worry, you and we are old friends. This time, we just want to ask you to push forward a free act!" Lane smiled.
(end of chapter)
The oval Room was covered with thick wool carpets. Along the walls of the Room was a circle of sofas covered with precious animal hides. The transparent white bear animal hides faintly emitted a faint blue luster under the lights, adding a touch of mystery to the Room.
A tall, strong Black Person maid silently pushed a four-wheeled cart over. The cart was full of collection-grade handmade cigars, as well as thin cigarettes.
The man sitting on the sofa expressionlessly selected a cigar. Immediately, two beautiful young women came forward, serving the man by lighting his cigar.
The Black Person maid slowly pushed the cart away from the Room. A blonde, blue-eyed White Person beauty pushed another small cart in.
This time the cart was filled with various fine wines. Each one was a rare commodity hard to find even for a thousand gold coins, especially a few bottles of wine without labels, with strangely shaped bottles covered in dust, which were peerless fine wines with fewer than a hundred bottles in the entire Federation.
The man's gaze swept over a pile of wine bottles and casually picked one.
The White Person woman pushed the wine cart away. Two beautiful young women knelt on the ground, placing a thick-based wine glass carved from natural crystal on the small table beside the man.
One young woman took the wine bottle from the man's hand and gently opened the cork. A burst of wine aroma filled the air, indicating the wine was perfectly aerated.
Crimson wine liquid silently poured into the wine glass. The two young women respectfully held the wine glass in their palms, carefully feeding it to the man's mouth.
However, the man took the wine glass in his hand, waved his hand, signaling the obedient young women to quickly stand up and obediently retreat from the Room.
The two-foot-thick oak door of the Room silently closed, and the vast Room seemed isolated from the entire Universe.
Fingers skillfully flicked, and an extremely thin cigarette jumped into his mouth. Lane lit the cigarette and took a deep breath.
Wisping smoke slowly exhaled from his nostrils. Lane comfortably lay on the sofa, squinting at the man sitting there stiffly, heavily puffing on his cigar.
"Mr. President, why did you call me here in such a hurry?"
The man—no, rather, the current Federal President, Obama—crossed his legs. He glanced at Lane and gently shook his head.
"Mr. Lane, I'm not looking for you, but for your Boss. Where is Tang? Why isn't he here to see me?"
Pursing his lips, Lane blew three smoke rings one after another, watching them slowly expand and disappear.
After a long while, he finally smiled.
"Mr. President! Our Boss hasn't been involved in company matters for a long time. He's handling some private matters and can't get away. If you have something, just tell me directly!"
Obama gave a cold laugh, heavily exhaling a puff of smoke. He glanced at Lane.
"It seems Boss Tang is quite arrogant. I, the Federal President, need an appointment to see him..."
Lane interrupted Obama, shifting his body comfortably and smilingly said, "Mr. President, you misunderstand. Our Boss truly has matters to handle. Are you looking for our Boss regarding political contributions for the next election or votes?"
Hearing Lane mention votes and political contributions! Obama's expression immediately changed. With the current number of employees and the influence of the Tang Group in the Federation, it could indeed affect the outcome of the next presidential election.
Understanding this point, Obama immediately changed his slightly arrogant attitude from before. He took two heavy puffs of his cigar and stated his purpose.
"Mr. Lane, I believe you must have heard about the underwater wormhole incident. Currently, National Governments around the world are beaten and bruised by these underwater wormholes. There are two underwater wormholes in our Federal Sea Area. If these two wormholes are not resolved quickly, the Federal Mainland will be threatened!"
It will also affect my future votes, Obama silently added in his heart.
"So your purpose in seeking our Boss is to ask him to help you solve these two troubles?" Lane exhaled a smoke ring, a look of realization on his face.
Obama nodded: "Regarding wormhole handling, your Tang Group has experience in this area. The space gate at Leon Military Base was resolved by your Tang Group. That kind of magical Beast Hide Scroll, I think if we use that kind of Beast Hide Scroll to plug the underwater wormholes, it should temporarily resolve these two troubles!"
"Beast Hide Scroll?" Lane shook his head, a look of difficulty on his face: "Mr. President, setting aside the fact that the Beast Hide Scroll is a magic artifact from the Underworld, just its manufacturing materials are legendary Hell Creatures. How many of these Beast Hide Scrolls do you think there can be? Moreover, the natural environment of the underwater vortex is completely unsuitable for using Beast Hide Scrolls!"
Lane scoffed inwardly at Obama's suggestion. Obama wasn't the only one who had sought him out these past few days; they all wanted the Tang Group to find a method to deal with the space gate.
And Lane truly wasn't lying to Obama. The Boss had emerged from seclusion and gone traveling with a few Boss's Wives. If Obama wanted to find the Boss, he'd have to go to Heaven.
Literally. Forget about the few Boss's Wives, even he wanted to go see Heaven from the Bible, which the Boss mentioned was now their Territory. Lane wanted to go see it as well.
He had contacted the Boss about the things happening on Earth, those mysteriously appearing underwater wormholes, and the reply he received was just three words: "Got it!"
Lane understood that the Boss had no intention of being Earth's babysitter.
"Mr. President, although the Beast Hide Scroll is useless, there is something else that I think the Federal Government could use!"
Seeing Obama looking disappointed and preparing to leave, Lane extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, took out a folder from the side, and handed a piece of data to Obama.
Obama took the folder suspiciously. After a brief look, he looked up at Lane in shock. "Is the stuff in here real?"
Lane watched Obama's expression with satisfaction, rubbing his palms together forcefully.
"This Colossus Exoskeleton Battlegear combines the most advanced technology of our Tang's Arms Company. If equipped with a chainsaw made of Adamantium Alloy, our weapon experts have evaluated that one unit can take down a Kaiju."
Obama suddenly stood up and quickly paced around the Room, which was less than five meters wide and long. He suddenly spun around and stared intently at Lane.
"Tell me, what are the conditions of your Tang Group? Policy support, or tax exemption measures?"
Lane sat up straight, his hands on his knees, and said very seriously, "One condition!?"
"What condition?"
Obama asked without hesitation.
"Don't worry, you and we are old friends. This time, we just want to ask you to push forward a free act!" Lane smiled.
(end of chapter)
