While in Hollywood, I used Taoist magic to quell American terrorism.

Old Dong tore off the check, held it with both hands, and handed it to Cao Kun with the utmost respect, as if he were offering it as a sacrifice to a deity.

"This is ten million dollars."

Master Cao, this is just a small token of my appreciation; please accept it.

I will have my private lawyer contact you later to discuss our in-depth "cooperation".

Whatever your needs, the Dong family can satisfy them in every way!

Also, I will reserve a suite for you in this building for life.

You can come back and live with Ivanka anytime.

Cao Kun casually took the check, which was signed by Lao Dong in a flamboyant manner.

With a slight flick of his hand, he vanished.

"I'm gone."

Cao Kun turned around and stepped into the elevator.

Ivanka stiffly followed him inside.

In the instant the elevator doors slowly closed...

She saw her father, the powerful and influential old man in New York...

Like a devout believer, he bowed deeply to the elevator.

……

Until they entered the underground parking garage of the large building and arrived at their car...

Ivanka was still reeling from the shock she had just experienced.

She looked at the man beside her and felt her mouth go dry.

"What...what did you do to my father?" Ivanka's voice trembled.

Cao Kun turned his head to look at her, his eyes playful: "As you can see, I only gave him a little 'advice'."

"That's called a suggestion?"

Ivanka raised her voice, "One sentence from you made him want to give his daughter to you."

They even made him sign a check for 1000 million.

Cao, do you know that he's notorious in the New York business world for being incredibly stingy?

Cao Kun smiled faintly and said, "Because I gave him something that money can't buy. That's the value of knowledge."

Ivanka remained silent.

She looked down at her wrist, where she wore the lightning-struck wood bracelet that Cao Kun had given her.

Just half an hour ago, she was worried that Cao Kun would be overwhelmed by his father's power.

But in the blink of an eye, the father became a fanatical believer who was desperately trying to sell his daughter.

This collapse of her perception brought her fear and curiosity about the man beside her to a peak.

"so……"

Ivanka bit her lip, staring at Cao Kun with a complicated expression:

"Is everything you just said true? Can he really...?"

Who knows what the future holds?

Cao Kun casually replied, "What we should do is seize the present."

Inside the basement, the air was filled with a faint smell of gasoline and rubber.

"Seize the moment."

Cao Kun's words were like giving Ivanka's already shaky rationality a final push.

Ivanka looked at him, the initial shock gradually fading from her blue eyes.

Instead, there was an almost obsessive fascination and decisiveness.

As the daughter of the Dong family, she was taught from a young age that when you see the best investment opportunity, you must seize it at all costs.

Cao Kun, standing before her, was the most perfect "investment" she had ever seen in her life.

Yes, you're right.

Ivanka murmured softly and suddenly threw herself into Cao Kun's arms.

She reached out and hooked her arm around Cao Kun's neck, offering her warm, fragrant lips.

Cao Kun, feeling the warm and soft body in his arms, stopped pretending.

With a sweep of his arm, he scooped up New York's top socialite in his arms.

Stepping into the Rolls-Royce, I found the spacious back seat.

boom!

The car doors slammed shut.

The thick, soundproof glass completely shut out everything from the outside world.

…………

Meanwhile, the penthouse.

Old Dong was pacing back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands behind his back.

His blond hair was slightly disheveled under the light, revealing the extreme turmoil in his heart at that moment.

"This GJ... has mastered this GJ..."

He kept repeating those words to himself.

His face was flushed with an unhealthy redness due to extreme excitement.

Even someone like him, who has seen many storms and waves.

When faced with the temptation of "predicting the future," it is impossible to remain calm.

"Knock knock".

A knock on the door broke his reverie.

A security supervisor strode in, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Without turning his head, Old Dong asked impatiently, "What is it?"

Didn't I say that no one is allowed to bother me now?

The supervisor lowered his head and spoke cautiously: "Mr. Dong, the underground parking garage surveillance cameras have detected some... anomalies."

We need to report to you.

"Something's wrong?" Old Dong turned around abruptly, his brows furrowed. "You have to bother me with something so trivial?"

If there's a thief in the basement, call the police; if there are any bystanders, throw them out!

Nobody knows better than me how to handle trash. Do I really need to teach you this?

The supervisor wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and lowered his voice even further: "No, they are not unauthorized personnel."

That car... is the one Miss Ivanka just got into.

We saw on the surveillance footage that the car body was heavily HD, and we were worried…

Old Dong paused for a moment, then seemed to realize something.

He strode to the control panel and shoved the operator aside: "Bring the video in."

On the large screen, the images switched rapidly.

In a dark corner of the underground parking garage, a jet-black Rolls-Royce sat in the shadows.

Although the interior of the car is not visible, the damage to the suspension is enough to tell a lot.

The supervisor asked in a low voice, "Sir, should we send someone over to check and ensure the young lady's safety?"

Old Dong stared at the screen for a full ten seconds.

Suddenly, his tense face relaxed.

He even revealed an extremely gratified, even ecstatic, smile.

"What are you looking at! What's so interesting!"

Old Dong slammed his hand on the table and yelled at the security supervisor, "Immediately! Right now!"

Turn off all surveillance cameras in this area! Erase all recordings!

The supervisor was completely dumbfounded: "Sir?"

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Old Dong stared, his tone becoming more serious than ever before:

"Pass on my order: seal off the entrance to the basement level."

Just say the elevator is malfunctioning or there's a leak, make up any excuse!

Within an hour, no, within two hours...

No one is allowed to approach within 100 meters of that vehicle!

He paused, a hint of barely concealed smugness creeping into his voice:

"That's a master trying to 'change Ivanka's luck'!"

That was the most important deal in the Dong family's entire life!

Anyone who dares to disturb me, I'll throw them off the top floor of this building!

The security supervisor stared wide-eyed, as if struck by lightning.

He stared blankly at Lao Dong, feeling as if his entire worldview had been shattered.

"What are you all standing there for? Go now!" Old Dong roared again.

"Yes...yes, sir!"

The supervisor scrambled out of the room.

Old Dong sat back down in that huge boss's chair.

Looking at the now-blacked-out monitor screen, I tapped rhythmically on the handrail with my fingers.

He even pulled out a fine cigar from a drawer, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Nobody knows how to do business better than me."

Old Dong muttered to himself through the smoke:

"Ivanka, well done."

As long as we can tie this extraordinary person to the Dong family's carriage...

Any price is worth paying.