America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

It was late at night.

The Leviathan approached the Strait of Gibraltar, where the sea was a little rougher.

Chen An stood on the balcony, looking at the faint lights of the African continent in the distance.

The sliding door behind me opened.

It's Ava Green.

She was wearing a deep purple silk robe and holding two glasses of whiskey.

"What? The business queen isn't looking at the financial report tonight?" Chen An turned around, smiling as he took the wine glass.

"You get tired of looking at financial reports too often."

Ava walked over to him and they looked out at the sea side by side. "Besides," she said, "I've seen Jessica and Katie keep bothering you these past few days. I'm afraid you've forgotten about your 'old' employee."

Her tone carried a hint of melancholy and charm unique to mature women.

"How could I forget?"

Chen An took a sip of his drink, then reached out and put his arm around her waist. "You're my sharpest knife. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to close those acquisition deals."

"I don't want to be just a knife."

Ava turned around, leaned against the railing, and looked up at Chen An.

The sea breeze tousled her short hair, giving her a touch of messy beauty.

"I want to... be a scabbard."

She boldly reached out and untied the belt of Chen An's robe.

"The ship's been rocking a lot these past few days," Ava said seductively. "I heard that in such unstable conditions...it feels even better?"

"You want to do it on the balcony?"

Chen An raised an eyebrow and glanced at the dark sea outside. "The seagulls will see us."

"Then let them see."

Ava tiptoed and kissed his Adam's apple. "In this world, I care about no one but you."

The wine glass was placed on the railing.

Amidst the rhythmic sound of waves lapping against the ship's hull, on this vital waterway connecting Europe and Africa.

Chen An once again felt the warmth emanating from this business queen.

Compared to the naivety of a young girl.

Ava knows better how to use her body.

How to control the rhythm, how to bring men the ultimate pleasure with every breath.

The waves were huge that night.

But the Leviathan's owner remained firmly in control of its helm.

……

Tangier, Morocco.

This city, which guards the throat of the Strait of Gibraltar, is the meeting point of the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean, and the place where Europe and Africa meet.

When the massive Leviathan docked in the harbor, the wind that blew in was no longer just salty.

It also has a strange mix of aromas, including cumin, cinnamon, roasted lamb, and a dry, dusty scent.

That's the taste of North Africa.

10:00 AM.

Chen An changed into a loose white linen robe.

This was to blend in with the local customs, and I didn't forget to wear a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses to shield myself from the overly enthusiastic sunlight.

Behind him was a "delegation of exotic beauties" that would leave even the locals speechless.

To adapt to the climate and customs, the women changed into long dresses with a bohemian style or brightly colored Kaftan robes.

Especially for the tall Irina and the wild Aya, these flowing outfits accentuate their unique charm.

"Is this Africa?"

Jessica, wearing jewel-encrusted sandals, looked at the bustling crowd on the dock with a mixture of curiosity and disdain.

The porters, speaking in Arabic or French that I couldn't understand, "made it feel chaotic, like a large farmers' market."

"Chaos breeds vitality."

Chen An smiled and took her hand. "Besides, there are some treasures hidden in the 'farmers' market' here."

……

old town.

The narrow, winding alleyways are like a maze, with the walls on both sides painted in various shades of blue or white.

Chen An did not bring a large group of bodyguards, but only two of his most clever ones who followed at a distance.

Their group moved between spice shops, carpet shops, and copperware shops.

"Boss, what's this?"

Katie stood rooted to the spot in front of a spice stand piled up in the shape of a pyramid.

She pointed to a dark red, thread-like substance.

Saffron.

Chen An grabbed a handful, smelled it, and said, "This is the most expensive spice in the world. In this country, it's the soul of cooking."

"If you want to make authentic Spanish paella or Moroccan tagine, you can't do without it."

"Buy it!" Katie waved her hand generously. "The farm's canteen will use this too!"

Chen An smiled, casually tossed a few large Euros to the stall owner, and didn't haggle much.

The Moroccan old man wearing the little red hat was so happy that his gums were showing.

They bought things along the way.

Hand-painted tagine pots, exquisite handmade leather goods, and exotic silver jewelry...

When it comes to shopping, a group of women always have maximum fighting power.

Until they arrived at an unassuming shop deep in the old town, without any signboard.

Chen An stopped in his tracks.

"arrive."

This is an underground brokerage shop that focuses on selling rare ingredients.

Stepping inside, the lighting was dim, and the air was filled with a musty, stale herbal scent.

"I'm looking for Hassan," Chen An said to the drowsy shop assistant behind the counter, casually slapping a gold coin on the counter.

Soon, a lean Berber man with eagle-like eyes stepped forward.

"Are you the Eastern guest who's looking for the 'Desert White Diamond'?" Hassan asked in heavily accented English.

"I want the best desert truffles."

Chen An cut to the chase, "Moreover, I not only want food, I want it alive."

"Soil with mycelium, and... seeds of the sunflower."

Hassan narrowed his eyes.

"As long as it's easy to eat."

"But these things... are very difficult to transplant. They can't survive outside this arid land."

"I have my own way of doing things."

Chen An's eyes were full of confidence. "You just need to be responsible for supplying the goods, and I'll take care of making them grow at the foot of the snow-capped mountains on the other side of the world."

Hassan remained silent for a moment, seemingly assessing the man's strength.

In the end, for the sake of the money, he nodded.

"Follow me. The best stuff is yet to come."

……

backyard.

Several wooden crates filled with sand were opened.

It doesn't have the same irresistible aroma as the famous black or white truffles.

These desert truffles look just like grayish, wrinkled potatoes.

Katie was somewhat disappointed: "That's it? This is the legendary 'white diamond'?"

Don't judge a book by its cover.

Chen An picked up one and cut it open with a knife.

The texture inside is as delicate as marble, and it has a light milky white color.

Although the aroma is light, it has a unique fragrance that blends nuts and earth.

"This kind of truffle doesn't win people over with its aroma, but with its taste and nutrition."

Chen An explained, "It is rich in protein and can grow even in the extreme water-scarce and high-temperature environment of the desert."

"If I could bring it back to Montana, and combine it with our underground river water and geothermal resources..."

"Perhaps we can cultivate a completely new, even more delicious variant."

"This, plus those bags of seeds and soil samples."

Chen An pointed, "Pack everything up. Airfreight it back to the United States."

Having taken care of the important business, I'm in a great mood.