A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

"Director Pan Ning, you, the Director of the Administration Bureau, the Director of the Finance Bureau... two million each, totaling ten million."

"anything else."

"The agents who participated in this operation will each receive a year-end bonus of 200,000. Other agents will receive bonuses of 100,000, 50,000 and 30,000 respectively, depending on their rank."

"That's settled. If there are no problems, please sign it and I'll send it to finance. All bonuses will be distributed before the end of the day."

After Earl finished speaking, he took out the distribution instructions for the year-end bonus from the folder next to him and handed them to Luke.

Luke took the documents, glanced at them briefly, signed his name, and handed them to Earl: "Take out 900,000 from mine, and you, Jack, and Debbie each take another 300,000."

Earl was slightly taken aback: "Boss."

Lu Ke stated directly, "It's already decided, and objections are invalid."

He used to be short of money, but that was to unlock his genetic potential.

at the moment?

Luke is not interested in money.

He only wants the loyalty of his trusted confidants!

Luke didn't give Earl a chance to continue speaking, and directly changed the subject: "Have the duty personnel been arranged during the holiday?"

Today is the last day of work. Starting tomorrow, apart from the action team on rotating shifts, as well as the internal affairs and essential personnel, everyone else will have a day off unless something like the plane crashes into the Hollywood landmark happens.

after all……

Federal overtime pay is very expensive.

These are things that Director Pan Ning should have been concerned with.

But ever since Horton Lewis died, Penning has been living even more freely than him. He spends four out of ten days going to Sacramento to see his new fiancée, and last time, when Nick Fury came over, he took his annual leave and left all the work to him.

Fortunately, Lu Ke had a capable assistant; otherwise, he would have teleported away long ago and chopped off Pan Ning's head.

Earl nodded, took out the holiday schedule from the folder, and handed it to Luke: "It's all been discussed with the office staff and is ready."

Lu Ke waved his hand: "Just do it well. I was just asking. As long as it doesn't interfere with the normal operation of the bureau, it's fine."

Say it.

Lu Ke glanced at the time on his wristwatch.

It's 3:30.

It's time to go home and pick up Rachel to attend the party at the East Asian embassy/consulate, and then give Nick Fury a good dressing down.

After all, Rachel had given up her evening news slot to a new anchorwoman for tonight's gala.

Go home early, lest Rachel complain again about his lack of ambition.

Luke, lost in thought, downed his bourbon in one gulp and looked at Earl: "Alright, is there anything else I need to handle?"

Earl nodded.

"Have."

"What."

“Debbie is still causing trouble. Can we let her go on a date with Natasha?”

"……what?"

Lu Ke, who was about to get up, sat back down on the sofa upon hearing this and said with a strange expression, "Why?"

Earl also had a strange expression on his face: "I'm not sure, but it seems that Debbie has taken a liking to Natasha."

Luke gasped, "What do you mean? I sent her to be Jack's strategist. What, Natasha didn't manage to seduce Jack, but she managed to seduce Debbie instead?"

Earl: "..."

Chapter 238 Although I'm wearing Western-style clothes! (Second update, please subscribe!!)

The strategist not only failed to offer any advice, but also got tricked into a trap.

It shouldn't be.

Lu Ke was somewhat suspicious.

Although Debbie has relatively little experience dating men, when it comes to dating women, let's just say that Debbie completely surpasses 99% of the male agents in this Federal Building.

and so……

Theoretically speaking, if he sent Debbie out to be Jack's strategist, she shouldn't have been seduced by Natasha.

After all, Natasha, who was born in the Red House, is good at charming men.

Wait.

Red house?

Lu Ke raised his eyebrows.

He suddenly thought of something.

The Red House's training of its female agents is quite extreme. In addition to the annual graduation exam that requires passing a battle royale game to succeed, they also seem to place great emphasis on cultivating their relationships.

Moreover, the Red Room seems to have taught Black Widow not only seventy-two techniques for slaying men, but also thirty-six techniques for slaying women.

After all, not all agents target men; some are women as well. And to get close to these women, one naturally needs to be proficient in the art of seducing women.

"hiss!"

Luke gasped and looked at Earl: "Natasha knows that Debbie is giving Jack advice?"

Earl shook his head: "No, after all, they only went on their first date seven days ago."

Luke asked curiously, "How did Debbie get hooked up with such a pretty face?"

Earl shook his head: "She's probably just lusting after Natasha's body. You know Debbie, she's more lecherous than any of the male agents."

This is the truth.

Upon hearing this, Luke breathed a slight sigh of relief, then shook his head: "Forget it, ignore her. Just keep an eye on Debbie. It doesn't matter if Jack gets hooked by Natasha, just don't let him hook Debbie away."

He did it just for fun.

It's just for fun.

Just stand aside and watch; there's no need to get involved yourself.

As Lu Ke spoke, he stood up from the sofa: "Is there anything else?"

Earl shook his head this time.

"Nothing."

"Well."

Luke nodded and smiled at Earl: "Happy holidays, Earl."

Earl smiled and said, "Happy holidays, boss."

Luke got home at four o'clock.

Rachel is already changing her clothes.

Luke greeted Lorna, who was doing her homework at the bar, and listened to the noise upstairs: "When did Rachel start changing her clothes?"

Lorna glanced at the clock on the wall: "Two o'clock, I suppose."

Lu Ke responded with an "oh".

It was about the same time as he had estimated; he had originally thought that Rachel would start getting ready around 1 p.m.

Women are always slow to get ready to go out.

Luke said he understood, and sat across from Lorna, drinking his bourbon while waiting for Rachel.

After half an hour.

Wearing a light purple off-the-shoulder evening gown, looking more stunning than ever, Rachel walked downstairs carrying a small bag.

Lu Ke looked at her, a hint of amazement flashing in his eyes: "You look absolutely stunning."

Lorna, who was standing next to her, quickly added, "Rachel, you're definitely the most beautiful one here tonight, without a doubt."

Rachel looked at Lorna, smiled and said thank you, then asked for confirmation, "But are you sure you don't want to come with us to the embassy?"

The invitation letter from the embassy/consulate is for the whole family, so Lorna can go if she wants.

But Lorna didn't want to go.

"Never mind, I'm only seventeen this year. Please let me stay young and innocent for a few more years, sister-in-law. Daisy and I are going to Clarice's party later."

"Okay then, be careful."

Seeing this, Rachel didn't force Lorna. She just told Lorna to be careful and then got into the Audi A8 with Luke. They sped off towards the East's embassy in Los Santos.

In the car.

Rachel, sitting in the passenger seat, was looking at the messages on her phone and talking to Luke about which Los Santos celebrities would be attending the embassy and consulate's gala that evening.

As Lu Ke drove, he listened to his wife's explanation of scientific knowledge.

"correct."

After Rachel finished reading the guest list she had received, she seemed to remember something and said to Luke, "Tony Stark might also be attending the party tonight."

Luke looked at Rachel curiously.

"Tony Stark? Iron Man?"

"Correct."

"Shouldn't he be attending the party at the New York Consulate General? Why is he attending this one in Los Santos?"

“You forgot, his estate is in Malibu.”

"……All right."

Luke thought of the cliffside estate in Malibu and nodded: "Let him participate, it has nothing to do with me."

He attended the party at the invitation of Ambassador Han, not at the invitation of Tony Stark, the Iron Man.