As the news spread, the commotion at the Peace Hotel showed signs of growing...
Chief George called. Zhang Qiang called...
The presidents of the United States and Russia both asked in the group chat whether Alvin was having some kind of trouble...
Alvin hung up the phone, which had grown a little warm, and gave Frank, who had stayed by his side the whole time, an amused shrug. "What's going on?
Why do I feel like I've become some little BABY who needs looking after?"
As he spoke, Alvin glanced at Harvey, who had already "casually" passed by him three times. He asked, baffled, "What the hell is going on?
I was just feeling a little down. How did the whole world find out in an instant?
What are you all trying to do?
Comfort me?"
Harvey, the fat guy, heard him and cautiously approached with a bottle of beer...
He gave Alvin an appraising look, like a doctor checking on a patient, then realized Mr. Battleaxe seemed no different from usual.
He nodded in relief, then said with a grateful air, "I always thought you'd be fine...
But then you let Yad bring dancers into the Peace Hotel as hostesses, and then Dahlia brought her 'models' in...
I had to come check on you...
You're the one I depend on. Without you, the Alien Affairs Department wouldn't have any reason to exist.
My savings just passed six figures, and I'm working toward seven...
You know Baby's condition. I have to leave him enough money before I die."
Harvey took a sip of beer, tilted his head, and shrugged. Then he said seriously, "So...
You should understand how important you are!
And you're getting more important all the time...
Every little change in you affects countless people.
Especially when you