Hello, Cas-Beep-Tro!

The phone call from the Privy Council office at the Can*da went directly to AWSL Company's headquarters.

The employee in charge of negotiating and coordinating the business almost cried with excitement.

Just a month or two ago, these employees were the cream of the crop, the most outstanding individuals, in powerful state-owned departments in Beijing. They all voluntarily resigned for personal reasons and joined a shell company in Africa to carry out an important mission entrusted to them by the state.

That being said, the new company is far too subtle, twisted, and bizarre.

For the past two months, the company has only had two main business activities.

The first issue was the transfer of assets. The business was based in Britain, and high-quality assets from the Britain were transferred to the company as if they were given away for free. It was like a legal robbery of a semi-colonial and Jianguo, leaving the employees involved in the work feeling like they were in a dream, always wondering if they had entered another timeline.

Secondly, there's the buying spree. Every few days, the purchasing department receives orders from the boss using a special money-spraying app, instructing them to buy things all over the world, including weapons, civilian supplies, electronic products, food, and even ships. Recently, it's been said that they're also going to import a military explosives production line and a nuclear power plant.

Even finance majors could see that AWSL Company's operations were in dire straits, because it was only spending money and not earning any, with absolutely no profitable projects.

The company's business scope, as listed in its introduction, includes things like "mining, excavation, rescue, ghost hunting, robbery, artificial rainmaking, express delivery and logistics, and causing trouble and beating people up," which sounds like a joke.

While on one hand, they were on a buying spree, and on the other hand, they had absolutely no business profits, which led to a very serious fiscal deficit. However, when they ran out of money, Mr. Kang would simply say "I understand," and soon billions of dollars would be quickly transferred into the company's account. It was so fast and smooth that it was as if the regulatory authorities had turned a blind eye.

This matter was so bizarre, and the boss who was throwing money around was so extravagant, that these elites of the Republic couldn't help but speculate in private whether this boss surnamed Kang had obtained some kind of super-rich system.

Until today, a phone call from the Federal Cabinet Secretariat of the Can*da dispelled all doubts and anxieties; they conveyed a message in an official and tactful manner.

Prime Minister Trudeau would like to discuss a business deal with your company's chairman, Mr. Kang De.

After confirming the other party's identity, the company's key personnel did not dare to delay. They contacted Chairman Kang De while reporting the news to the relevant national departments.

They were almost jumping for joy, unable to contain their excitement.

It's been incredibly tough, but no matter what kind of business it is, at least we have some business now!

However, their joy was short-lived, as a bucket of cold water was poured on them.

AWSL Company's Chairman, Kang De Trudeau, the Prime Minister of Can*da.

And they kindly gave reasons for their refusal.

"I chatted and laughed with A Chuan. Ning's rank isn't high enough; talk to my henchmen."

It's pitiful that these elites of the Republic abandoned politics for business, joining one of the world's most bizarre shell companies, and having to work for one of the world's most difficult bosses. Even though they had already learned the art of lying through their teeth within the system, they still couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

How can I refine my boss's reply into a more tactful way of conveying it?

Someone went to consult with the authorities back home, only to be met with a few laughs. "Kang De told you to say it this way, so just say it this way."

"Old boss, it sounds simple, but who's going to do the talking? We don't even know what happened, and we're not sure how to handle the situation. There needs to be a plan, right? What if things go wrong?"

"Hey, that's settled then, I'll take care of it."

Therefore, the important task of discussing business with the Prime Minister of Can*da Trudeau, fell to Mr. Wang Yongzhi, the former chairman of Fengqiao Group and a henchman of Kang De.

Upon hearing about the task, Wang Yongzhi clicked his tongue, his face darkening as he dialed Kang De's number.

"Hey, Uncle Wang, what's up?"

"Oh dear," Wang Yongzhi said in a affected tone, "Isn't this Emperor Kang of Earth? I'm here on your orders to speak with Chief Trudeau of Canada. Such an important mission is a great honor, but I must first ask for your permission, lest I offend you and incur your wrath."

Kang De was startled by this, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

But he's never lost an argument with a man.

He smiled arrogantly and blurted out, "Father-in-law, you're too kind. For the sake of Consort Man, even if you cause a major upheaval, I will not hold it against you..."

"--What the hell are you saying, you little brat!" Wang Yongzhi's voice rose eight octaves, "Imperial Consort!?"

Damn, is that the main point?

Kang De felt a pang of guilt and dared not continue his sarcastic remarks. He forced a smile and said, "Which bastard was trying to shirk responsibility? How did it come to your trouble?"

Wang Yongzhi's curiosity was piqued. "What does the Prime Minister of Can*da want with you?"

Kang De curled his lip. "I can probably guess. Can*da's backyard is on fire, invaded by monsters. Wolverine and Deadpool probably became United States citizens, so they're not bothering with it. After all, becoming United States citizen requires swearing to renounce loyalty to one's original country and fight for the American Empire. Poor thing, they can only ask me, a demolition expert, to put out the fire..."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Wang immediately said, "What's it to you? Don't get involved. A problem that even a country can't solve is always dangerous. Let them worry about it themselves."

Kang De praised, "Uncle Wang is right."

Remember to come back and spend time with your parents often.

"Good."

"An Youyi's father wanted to invite you to dinner to express his gratitude, but he couldn't get a reservation. He even called me." Uncle Wang's voice turned somewhat sinister. "They've put their heart into it; you can't just ignore it. An Youyi's family is much richer than mine, and her daughter is very beautiful..."

"Understood," Kang De replied. "Don't worry, I'll call it Anjia Bankruptcy."

"Hold!"

"Then tell An Youyi that I did all of this, but I was forced to do it. The only reason I did it was because Uncle Wang told me that An Youyi was very beautiful, and that his tone was strange and scary, so I had no choice but to do this. If you want the An family to be safe, tell her to come to you, and then you can decide what to do yourself. Don't worry, Uncle Wang, I will never tell Xiaoman, nor will I suggest that she go to Xiaoman to beg for mercy..."

"You little bastard..."

With a smile, Kang De hung up the phone and strolled back to the conference room in Building 18.

The higher-ups treated Kang De with the utmost courtesy, not even allowing Kang De to set off. Instead, they took the initiative to come to Diaoyutai and set up a small intelligence operations room in the conference hall.

When he entered, everyone smiled at him, but Kang De shook his head and said, "Old Tian, this isn't fun anymore."

"He's the prime minister of a country, after all. Let's talk."

The person speaking to him was Senior Colonel Tian, an old acquaintance. He had recently been promoted, and now he only had one remaining authority: to act as the national representative, liaise with Kang De, and ensure the smooth operation of the Patriots' Covenant.

Because they were closer, he spoke more freely, "Your subordinates are inexperienced; they wouldn't dare make a decision on such a big matter on their own. Don't make things difficult for them."

Kang De found an empty table, sat down, and said leisurely, "The country wants me to go there?"

Senior Colonel Tian countered, "Don't you want to go?"

Damn it, of course I don't want to go.

I'm here to copy homework, not to fight bandits.

However, simply refusing would easily expose his flaws— Kang De's persona is that of a "kind and upright young man of the new era with four qualities." Even if he has Han chauvinistic tendencies, he is not so cold-blooded as to regard barbarian people as worthless. There is no reason for him to sit idly by and watch tens of millions of people be exposed to the risk of nuclear contamination.

Especially given that Can*da had already requested assistance, their unwavering refusal seemed even more strange.

Oh shit.

This is so troublesome.

Where did Trudeau find out about me? Why did Trudeau come to invite me? Even though my reputation has spread far and wide, these capitalist bureaucrats must see me as a monster, after all, I just bullied Grand Secretary Yue not long ago and Britain everything.

Trudeau definitely knows about this.

Why would he ignore having the support of his American Empire" father" and instead ask me, a foreigner, to send troops to intervene?

Kang De, with time accelerating, thought rapidly, his mind racing.

When the incident first occurred, Trudeau immediately contacted his family to negotiate, undoubtedly requesting assistance. This unexpected variable caught Kang De off guard, disrupted his plans, and put him in a somewhat passive position.

--This is fucking outrageous! Is someone plotting against me?

He pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "To be honest, I'm hesitating. Can*da has become a lackey of the American Empire, constantly causing trouble for us. Leaving aside Ms. Meng's matter, their cabinet and Congress have been slandering and nagging us every other day. Now they've gotten their just desserts, and I feel extremely pleased."

"But the nuclear power plant is on the Lake Huron. As you said, a nuclear leak would directly affect the urban clusters in the US and Canada in the Lake Huron, potentially impacting tens of millions of people, not to mention that the giant might take further drastic actions... It's still a bit unsettling to just sit by and watch this happen. Besides, since this has already happened, even if it's just to be on the safe side, I need to go and observe it."

As Kang De finished speaking, he met Senior Colonel Tian's gaze, his expression calm.

From a young age, under the watchful gaze of his mother, who had a keen eye, he honed the skill of lying without flinching. After transmigrating, he underwent mental training, and no one on Earth could see through Kang De's lies.

He said, "If this matter can bring diplomatic, political, and even economic benefits to the country, and also bring me corresponding advantages, then I am willing to make the trip."

Senior Colonel Tian's eyes flickered, then he said sincerely, "Comrade Kang De, we often think that it's a good thing for the whole Earth that you've awakened such powerful superpowers."

Kang De waved his hand. "I'm not that great, so don't flatter me."

He said casually, "However, I think that although we can help Can*da, we should keep them in check and make them anxious. We can't let them get through this hurdle so easily... So we need to drag it out. The longer we drag it out, the more uncomfortable they'll be, and the more we can extract from them, right?"

"Yes," Senior Colonel Tian smiled. "To be honest, seeing how Can*da Canada University makes us quite happy too."

"So, figuring out the Can*da balance, when to agree to their demands... these are things I'll decide, and of course, I'll take your opinions into consideration." Kang De blinked. "Is that alright?"

After a brief hesitation, Senior Colonel Tian readily nodded. "Yes, of course."

Since Kang De agreed to help, and even explicitly stated that he allowed the state to use this matter as leverage to fight for the national interests of the republic, then this small request should naturally be granted.

After all, the relationship between the state and Kang De was one of cooperation, not superior and subordinate.

Besides, the request isn't much; it's just a matter of teasing and humiliating Trudeau and venting one's anger—it's not a big deal, anyway, Kang De has done it more than once.

Yes, the photos and videos taken by the ambassador to the UK, titled "Kang De angrily rebukes the Britain Prime Minister," have been sent back to China, and relevant departments have even held several small screenings.

Considering the potential impact, the stated purpose was "to study the strange power and behavioral style displayed by Comrade Kang De in this negotiation," but anyone with eyes to see knows that everyone just wanted to have fun.

Britain to the Grand Secretary Yue, where, unbeknownst to him, another public execution took place.

Thinking of this, Senior Colonel Tian, who was arranging the work, whispered a few words of advice to his deputy.

"We'll set up three cameras in a bit, high definition," he said. "Be careful with the audio recording."

The deputy was stunned for a moment, then his expression turned to one of surprise and delight.

"This is for stamp collecting!"

So, the staff quickly set up the equipment and contacted the relevant parties in Can*da.

The dialogue between the Chairman of AWSL and the Prime Minister of Can*da is about to begin.

Kang De sat upright, with a telephone in front of him.

The international call was quickly connected, and an elegant voice came from the other end, sounding sunny, gentle, and powerful. "Hey, is this Kang De? I'm the Prime Minister of Can*da, you can call me Justin..."

Kang De smiled amicably.

He responded in the most elegant and standard London accent, which he had just practiced ten times.

"Hello, Casello!"

One of the staff members spat out the water in his mouth.

Then, suppressed giggles rose and fell.

There was silence on the other end of the phone, and then the call was abruptly ended.

Senior Colonel Tian, suppressing a laugh, stepped forward with a strange expression. "This isn't quite right..."

"It really does look alike!" Kang De said seriously. "His mother is indeed very suspicious!"

A short while later, a civil servant jogged over and whispered, "The Can*da has submitted a protest..."

Senior Colonel Tian rolled his eyes and said, "What does the personal behavior of private entrepreneurs have to do with us?"

The civil servant couldn't help but laugh out loud and ran back to reply.

Damn, that feels so good.

Can*da, Trudeau smashed his glass and roared into the phone, "Donald! I can't be Donald! That rude, vulgar, despicable, and mean-spirited China man! He's as evil as Boris said! That communist! He has no respect for the free world!"

"Izai, Justin, Izai."

A Chuan casually reassured the Prime Minister, his tone somewhat serious. "It sounds like Kang De rejected your request for help? What did he say?"

"He..." Trudeau's handsome face twisted with rage, "He insulted me!"

"An insult?" A Chuan said nonchalantly. "Did he say he wanted to plant your warship on top of the Can*da national television station?"

"... No, that's not true."

"So he said he'd lead the People's Liberation Army to storm your residence, tie you up, and throw you under Niagara Falls to your death?"

"... No, not at all."

"This is the insult that Macron and Boris suffered," A Chuan said calmly. "You should mature a bit. For the sake of your country, tell me now, how did Kang De reject you?"

"I..." Trudeau slowly calmed down, "I hung up the phone."

"What?!" A Chuan roared, "You idiot! When are you going to grow up? After the London incident, my phone received 352 spam text messages from Kang De within an hour! From online casinos in Macau to infertility clinics and even invitations to try out some stupid mobile game! I had every single one translated! I didn't even have the tech department block or blacklist him! It's because I was worried he might have hidden some important truths in those spam messages!"

"And you! You nobody, who told you to hang up on him! A nuclear power plant is about to explode! Tens of millions of votes will be affected! How dare you hang up on Kang De? Let me tell you, even if he says on the phone that you're Castro and your mother's bastard child, you'd still have to laugh and say that's wrong!"

"..."

Trudeau got blown up.

He roared, "I am the Prime Minister of Can*da! You can't humiliate me like this! I don't need you to teach me how to do things! I will do everything myself!"

"Oh, really! That old turban-wearing bastard Modi can fawn over the leaders of all the free world's nations, yet you managed to botch this whole visit to India! Because you fucking invited a guy designated a terrorist by the India regime to dinner at a banquet held in India! Even I wouldn't dare do that! You useless vase, living off your father's glory!"

A Chuan slammed his fist on the table and said coldly, "Now! Call! Kang De!"

"Have him handle the nuclear power plant issue, and then send me the complete recording of your conversation! Otherwise, you won't see a single member of either the Michigan National Guard or the Amerikkka military!"

"You better not expect me to honor any defense agreement for even a second. You piece of shit who leeches off the Amerikkka, you won't even buy F-35s, and your dog-shit pilots have the nerve to fly our old, Bumblebee to our base to freeload on F-35s! You've been doing that for years and still won't buy any!"

"If it weren't for you stingy bastards refusing to spend money, would your shitty army have been beaten so badly by that giant? If you love buying Germany goods so much, then go fight with your Leopard 2 tanks!"

Trudeau was completely overwhelmed by A Chuan, and could only listen to the America president roaring, "I warn you, even if there's only one—damn it! Someone tell me, what's the unit of measurement for nuclear Fallout!"

"In short! If you don't call Kang De, and even the slightest bit of nuclear leakage spills into Lake Huron, you can expect the Amerikkka to settle accounts with you! I swear I'll make you pay for this by 2200!"

A Chuan abruptly hung up the phone, stared at the satellite map, and then looked at the pictures in the file next to him.

A picture of Kang De was pasted on it.

His bizarre behavior of scattering money like water over the past few months has been recorded and summarized, and placed on the president's desk.

"What exactly do you want?" he frowned. "What secrets do you hold?"