The uproar over Xia Country selling its controlled nuclear fusion technology as a package kept growing.
After the countries of Western Europe bought the fusion technology, the United States across the ocean could finally sit still no longer.
In the end, Albert buckled under pressure from all sides and called Xia Country's National Hot-Line.
"Ahem... Senator Li, long time no see!"
In the presidential office at the White House, Albert frowned and said, against his true feelings, "Mr. Head Councillor, I'm delighted to have this conversation with you."
Hearing the voice on the transoceanic call, Senator Li Chief's eyes immediately filled with amusement.
"President Albert, hello, hello! How has your health been lately?"
Across the ocean, the corners of Albert's mouth twitched as he listened to the voice on the receiver.
How had his health been?
Was that really a question to ask on the National Hot-Line?!
But remembering the purpose of the call, Albert could only swallow his irritation. "Uh... thank you for your concern, Head Councillor. I've been in good health lately."
"Heh, that's good. Nothing matters more than good health!"
"Mr. Albert, at your age, you really must take good care of yourself!"
The pointed words coming through the receiver left Albert's face dark with irritation.
What was that supposed to mean?
What did he mean, at my age?!
What was wrong with my age?!
If he hadn't needed a favor, Albert would have unleashed a torrent of curses straight into the receiver!
"Ahem! Head Councillor, let's get down to business!"
Albert's expression stiffened as he said, "I hear your country is selling controlled nuclear fusion technology abroad?"
The amusement in the Head Councillor's eyes deepened. "Of course!"
"Why? Are you interested in this technology, President Albert?"
"Has the United States still not developed it?"
Albert's face