Po Zhenzi was so damn long-winded!
He would ramble about this and that, chat about shitting and diarrhea, talk about tanks and planes, brag about picking up girls and showing off, gossip about dogfighting and chicken-walking...
The USA? Not even dogs would go there.
Song Sheng Chaoying finally made the call: as long as he was willing to go, five hundred million in funding would be allocated to him, and that backlog of reimbursement receipts would all be reimbursed at once, with no delays.
And he solemnly promised that he trusted only him! He absolutely trusted him! He would trust him even if the sky collapsed and the earth split apart! He would trust him until the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled!
Only then did Po Zhenzi reluctantly accept the job.
Po Zhenzi boarded a plane to the USA with his four disciples—Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain.
In first class, the five of them remained silent for a long time.
Wind looked at his master. "Master, we're flying first class. They won't refuse to reimburse us again, will they?"
Po Zhenzi looked at him. "Once the mission is complete, not only will it be reimbursed, there'll be a large bonus too."
Wind sighed. "Why is our institute always so poor?"
Po Zhenzi laughed heartily. "Because we're handsome."
Wind asked, "What exactly is this mission about...?"
Po Zhenzi said, "It's a real pain."
Hearing that, all four disciples turned to look at Po Zhenzi.
Po Zhenzi counted on his fingers. "First, we need to trace the whereabouts of two hundred billion US dollars in bills, then seize them back."
"Second, we need to take over for Lin Jiangxian and handle certain affairs in the USA. That includes obtaining concrete evidence to determine Lin Jiangxian's and Old Zheng's exact