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Chapter 660 A Huge Uproar! (Second Update!)

Adria's surgery was successful, which meant they could proceed to the next step of the plan. A smile appeared on Leng Yun's face as he gently ran his right hand across his neck: "Arrange it!"

Immediately afterwards, the room was filled with the cunning laughter of the two men.

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Early the next morning, Zhai Yueyang from the foreign investment management department received a phone call asking him to come downstairs and go out to discuss some matters.

The phone was still the same phone. Zhai Yueyang asked for leave, turned around, took the documents, and went out. Outside the door was still the same car, and inside were still the same people.

They smiled at each other and got into the car.

"Who are you going to see this time?" he asked, taking the documents from the passenger seat.

After handing over the documents, the co-pilot opened his notebook and said, "Today we're not going to negotiate with them, but mainly to deliver a message."

"The first person I met was Arna Koch, the second was Carl von Guttenberg, and the third was George Soros..."

"What message should we send?" Zhai Yueyang quickly grasped the key point.

Before the person on the other end could answer, he couldn't help but gasp.

After all, this matter was never kept secret from beginning to end, and he had seen those documents.

The only explanation for suddenly sending messages to these people at the same time is that the information we saw before is true, and that some of those wealthy people have already succeeded.

who can that be?

With this question in mind, he opened the documents in his hand and immediately saw the name on them.

Adria.

He remembered this person, someone who looked like he was about to die, but who desperately wanted to live.

He spent about 10 minutes reading through the documents, then nodded to the person in the passenger seat:

"I understand!"

Upon hearing these words, the passenger in the front seat turned around and looked ahead.

The vehicle quickly arrived at the hotel where Alna was staying. Because they had contacted them in advance, they saw Alna's butler, Vess, as soon as they arrived at the hotel entrance.

Upon seeing the foreigner, Zhai Yueyang got out of the car, walked over, smiled at him, and then handed him the documents in his hand.
"Mr. Weiss, please pass this document on to Mr. Alna. We have some other matters to attend to, so we won't bother you any further."

After handing over the documents, Zhai Yueyang turned and left, not giving Weiss any chance to use them.

Only after the car drove away did Weiss turn his gaze to the documents in his hand. He was very curious about what kind of riddle these Chinese people were playing.

I instinctively wanted to open the file, but after thinking about it, I put the folder under my arm and turned back to the hotel.

In the hotel suite, Alna was lying on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Hearing the sound of the door, he turned his head with a look of utter despair and found only Weiss, not any Chinese people. He quickly asked, "Where are those Chinese people?"

“They gave us something and left!” Weiss waved the document in his hand and then placed it next to Alna.

Alna wanted to move, but the throbbing pain all over his body prevented him from moving.

He could only tilt his head, look at the document, and say, "Read it to me!"

Weiss sighed, picked up the file, and flipped through it while sarcastically saying, "I remember you weren't drinking yesterday..."

Before he could finish his sarcastic remark, Weiss froze completely, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the document in his hand.

After staring for a while, he mechanically turned his head toward Alna.

Alna saw all his expressions and movements. The man, who was suffering terribly from gout, blinked and said, "Go on, why don't you keep mocking me!"

As he spoke, Weiss handed him the documents: "Do you remember the phone call you received yesterday?"

"Charles said that there have been large-scale capital flows at Goldman Sachs and the financial consortia controlled by Adria."

"It's a large-scale operation, with initial estimates exceeding $50 billion."

"The information says that Adria underwent surgery yesterday and is recovering well."

The next second, Alna sat up abruptly, completely ignoring the effects of gout, snatched the documents from Weiss's hand, and opened them.

The first thing that catches the eye is two photos.

Two photos of Adria lying on the operating table.

In the photo on the left, Adria looks old and frail, lying there like a dried-up corpse.

In the photo on the right, Adria looks energetic and only about 60 years old. The only downside is that he has no hair or eyebrows.

The two were contemporaries, both in America. One was involved in manufacturing, and the other in finance. They often met at important events, so Alna naturally recognized what Adria looked like when he was young.

With trembling hands, he gently pressed his right index finger against the young photograph of Adria.

Such relaxed and natural photos are impossible for the Chinese side to obtain, nor is there any need for them to be artificially created.

Therefore, this photo is real.

Moreover, if Adria did indeed complete the surgery, and as this document states, the other party is now healthy and normal.

So, I should be able to get confirmation by contacting Adria by phone now.

The Chinese people sent over the materials today, but their real purpose wasn't to contact us; it was to showcase themselves.

Showcase their achievements, demonstrate the surgeries they performed on Australia.

At the same time, it also urges me to make a decision, to take out the money and technology, and to quickly build the chemical industrial complex.

And so they could perform the surgery on themselves.

Closing the document, Alna said to Viss, "Try contacting Adria first, see if you can get in touch with him, and it would be best if you could have a video call with him."

"If possible, I would like to meet him."

"After the meeting, if Adria really does become younger, we'll contact Charles again and ask him to speed up the investment process."

Sensing Alra's urgency, Weiss nodded: "I'll make the arrangements now!"

He picked up the phone beside him, turned and left, walked to a corner, and began to contact Adria.

A reply was quickly received from Adria's side: Mr. Adria was not available, nor was the butler, but they could help transfer the call.

It took about 10 minutes for the two parties to finally connect the video call.

Looking at Adria, who appeared to be only about 60 years old, on the computer screen, seeing her in a hospital gown and undergoing rehabilitation under the guidance of a professional doctor, Alna's eyes welled up with tears of emotion.

He reached out his hand, trembling, as if trying to check on Adria's condition through the screen.

Adria simply smiled at him, turned her head, and, under the guidance of a professional physician, picked up a 5-kilogram barbell and began to move slowly.

At that moment, the physical torment of gout, coupled with the psychological stimulation of seeing his old rival's good health, caused Alna to faint from exhaustion.

Weiss seemed quite used to this situation. She reached out and checked Alna's pulse, heartbeat, and breathing, confirming that he had simply fainted. She went to the bathroom, squeezed out a hot towel, and placed it on Alna's forehead. Then, she took the phone, walked aside, and continued her video call with Adria, discussing the details. The conversation was logical and clear; she asked all the questions she could before hanging up the video call.

Turning around, he found that Alna was still asleep, so he went over to check on him again and slapped him twice to wake him up.

After everyone woke up, he whispered, "I just spoke with Mr. Adria again. He said he's in very good condition now, even better than he was when he was 60."

"During this period, people from China are conducting bone density tests and various examinations of his internal organs."

"The whole process will take about two months. If there are no problems, he can be discharged from the hospital. Once his physical condition has fully recovered, he can have the next injection, which is the formal drug injection."

These words made Alna's eyes light up completely.

He grabbed Weiss with both hands and asked excitedly, "You mean, this injection of Adria's wasn't the complete injection of the drug?"

“No!” Weiss shook his head: “Mr. Adria said that this is a drug injection to allow his body to recover slightly so that he can withstand the full dose of the drug.”

"The entire recovery process takes about 6 months, which takes time."

"However, the effect is very significant."

The words "the effect is remarkable" made Alna gasp for breath. He gripped Weiss tightly with both hands, took a few breaths, and gritted his teeth as he said, "Contact Charles immediately, and also contact the people who negotiated with us before, and tell them."

"We'll invest immediately!"

“Okay!” Weiss picked up the phone next to him, dialed Charles’s number, and then handed the phone to Alna.

San Francisco, California.

Under the dim light of a study lamp, Charles had just finished reviewing his day's work, took off his reading glasses, and was about to rest when the phone rang.

Upon discovering that the call was from his elderly father, he quickly put on his reading glasses and answered the phone.

As soon as the call connected, his elderly father's incoherent words came through, and after listening for a while, he got a headache.

Left with no other choice, Weiss took the phone and spoke out his words in a methodical manner.

His words became increasingly outrageous, until finally he simply put his phone on the table, took off his reading glasses, and kept rubbing his forehead.

Finally, he took a deep breath and asked the person on the phone, "Are you really sure?"

“China should have received the funds by now!” Weiss’s last sentence completely dispelled Charles’s doubts.

He left a message on the phone saying, "I'll contact them now," and then hung up.

After hanging up the phone, he didn't contact them or transfer the money as he had said on the phone.

Instead, he picked up the phone and called the middleman he had previously contacted:

"Tomorrow! I want to hear the news of that person's death tomorrow, understand?"

After finishing his sentence, he hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

Just then, a message popped up on his laptop: a new email from Weiss.

The email contained a photo of some documents and a video.

He recognized the elderly Adriana in the photo, and he also recognized the younger Adriana, but it had been so long that it took him a long time to finally confirm that the person in the photo was indeed Adriana.

Is that medicine really that effective?
With doubts in his mind, he opened the video again.

When I saw the young Adria in the video, and saw her doing various movements and rehabilitation under the guidance of a professional doctor.

At this moment, he finally believed what Weiss had just said, and at the same time, another voice jumped out in his heart.

“Adria looks only 60 years old. With current medical conditions, she can live for at least another 30 years.”

“Your father Alna’s situation is worse, but if you only live for 20 years, are you really willing to be a manager for 20 years?”

"Or are you willing to give this opportunity to your father?"

The sound grew louder and louder until it was echoing wildly in Charles's mind.

After a while, Charles sat up straight, picked up the phone on the table, and searched through it for a long time before finally finding the number of the most promising successor to Adria, namely Sylvester.

When the call connected, the other person seemed to be getting ready for bed, so they weren't very interested in the call.

Sensing the deep resentment in the other person's voice, Charles jokingly said, "Go to sleep. When you wake up, you'll find that Adria can live another 30 years!"

This sentence successfully hit Sylvester's sore spot, and his languid voice instantly turned serious:

"What did you say?"

Charles did not respond, but continued to cut to the heart: "It seems that your old father did not regard you as his heir."

"They didn't tell you what to do after your death before performing such a serious surgery."

"It's faded, the feelings have faded!"

"What are you saying?" Along with the stern question, there was a series of clattering sounds, as if something had been swept off the table and onto the floor.

Charles had been waiting for this moment. He tapped the table lightly with his hand and answered softly, "I just received news that your father has successfully completed the gene injection surgery in China."

"Furthermore, this is only the first stage of surgery. If the second stage of surgery is completed, the effect will be even stronger."

I'll send you a video later!

You should miss what your father looked like when he was 60!

By this point in the phone call, the atmosphere had become tense enough that Charles, ignoring the person on the other end's irritability, hung up immediately.

He then added the video that Weiss had sent him to the email, and then handed it over to the descendants of those old men who had already arrived in China and were waiting for negotiations.

Everyone has a share and no one is left out.

After sending the copies to the descendants of these old men, he didn't forget to send one to the American Ministry of Defense.

After sending the message, he looked at the computer screen and chuckled.

Now, something interesting is about to happen!
But before watching the spectacle, I still need to kill my old father first.

Only if he dies can he use his father's death to his advantage, and at the same time, obtain the gene serum at a lower cost.

Even if it's just for my own use, it can extend my life by several decades.

Not to mention using this thing for reverse engineering.

After tidying up the things on the table, he turned around, crawled into bed, and began to snore.

As you get older, you still need to take good care of yourself.

He's taking good care of himself, but those who received the news are getting restless!

(End of this chapter)