The next evening.
A car picked up Chen Shouyi and took him to a heavily guarded location.
It was a very private meeting, held not in an office but at the president's residence.
Chen Shouyi had a meal there, and the two chatted casually for a while like old friends, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
During the conversation, the president asked, "What are your ambitions?"
Chen Shouyi replied, "I don't have any ambitions."
He had once wanted to become the greatest under heaven.
Unfortunately, he had achieved it without even trying.
The president asked again, "Would you like to come work for the High Council?"
The implication was becoming rather blatant.
He was basically asking: Did Chen want power?
To any rational ruler, politics meant making as many friends as possible and as few enemies as possible. Since he could not control someone, he might as well bring him into the system, unite every force that could be united, and eliminate every unstable factor.
Great Xia Nation could not withstand any more turmoil.
Today's events had made him clearly understand just how terrifying a powerhouse who rivaled a True God yet was completely unrestricted by Earth's Primal Force could be. Two legendary powerhouses from Central Asia had been killed in the blink of an eye.
The even more terrifying Giant Transformation described in the intelligence had not even appeared.
If Chen had no ambition, that was naturally excellent. But if he did, it was better to bring him into the system sooner rather than later.
This was no longer an age of family, country, and the world. He was merely an elected president. If not for the current wartime situation extending his term, he should have retired long ago.
Chen Shouyi replied without hesitation, "I'm not interested."
The president saw him