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

It wasn't until evening that the long oak table used for the negotiations was cleaned up again.

However, the contract documents involving hundreds of millions of dollars looked somewhat wrinkled and damp.

There seem to be a few scattered red dots on it.

Jessica's expensive black stockings were now just two tattered pieces.

It was mercilessly thrown into the fireplace flames, turning into a wisp of black smoke carrying the smell of burnt rubber.

"Damn it... those are Dior shoes, two hundred dollars a pair..."

Jessica, wrapped in the oversized shirt that belonged to Chen An, sat cross-legged on the sofa with her legs bare.

This posture helps relieve pain.

Holding a cup of hot cocoa in his hand, he muttered a complaint.

But the blush on her face and the languid look in her eyes and brows, thoroughly moisturized, were impossible to hide.

The emerald green spodumene pendant around her neck rose and fell with her breath.

It stood out particularly well on the skin where a few hickeys had just been left.

Out with the old, in with the new.

Chen An came down from the second floor, having changed back into comfortable home clothes.

He walked over and ruffled Jessica's messy hair.

"Have your mom take you to Missoula later, and buy a dozen of these socks."

"From now on, consider this as your... tooling wear and tear."

"Pah! Who wants to wear it for you to see!" Jessica spat.

But his body betrayed him by leaning closer to Chen An.

Like a wildcat that has just been tamed, still stubborn and arrogant.

Just then, Sarah came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of fragrant soup.

This is a pot of venison soup with added codonopsis and astragalus.

These are medicinal herbs that Chen An specially bought to teach Sarah how to stew "Oriental Divine Soup".

Sarah glanced at the two people cuddling on the sofa, then at the stockings that had burned to ashes in the fireplace.

There was no displeasure on his face; instead, he revealed a meaningful smile.

"Dinner's ready."

Sarah put the soup on the table. "Jessica, go change your clothes."

"Although it's warm inside, this is still the living room."

"Also... in the future, remember to put a blanket under your desk, the oak tabletop is very cool."

"mom!"

Jessica was so embarrassed she almost buried her face in the soup bowl.

"How...how did you know...?"

"I am your mother. And I am the lady of this house."

Sarah came over, served Chen An a bowl of soup, and gently blew on it.

"This soup is very nourishing. An, drink more."

"After all, you now have two 'employees' to manage, which is physically demanding."

The "speed" in that sentence was too fast for Jessica to keep up with.

Chen An laughed as he took the soup bowl, put one arm around Sarah's waist, and pinched Jessica's burning earlobe with the other.

"Don't worry, the boss's physical strength is unfathomable."

On this night after the snow had cleared, a strange yet harmonious ecological balance was achieved within Miller Farm.

………………

the next day.

Vincent's departure means that the cooperation with TerraPower has temporarily fallen through.

But this did not affect Chen An's plan.

Rather than leaving your fate to others, take control of your own destiny.

10:00 AM.

Chen An was driving the F-150 that Old Harry had fitted with bulletproof steel plates and heavy safety bars.

We arrived at the entrance of a car repair shop in town called "Wild Horse Club".

This is a stronghold for local biker gangs and neutral factions.

Everywhere was piled up with discarded tires, oil drums, and dismantled engines.

Several burly men covered in tattoos were squatting at the doorway, smoking.

Upon seeing Chen An's car, the men immediately became alert, and some even reached for the wrench on their lower backs.

But when they saw who was getting off the bus, their hostility instantly turned into awe.

"Hey, isn't this the 'Chinese Quick Draw Shooter'?"

The bald gang leader, nicknamed "Iron Head," threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stomped it out, then wiped his greasy hands.

He greeted us, "What's up? Tired of that Porsche? Want to come here to swap out some parts?"

"I'm here to discuss business."

Chen An leaned against the car door and handed Tie Tou an expensive Cuban cigar.

"What kind of business? Are you hiring a hitman? Or transporting drugs?"

Iron Head took the cigar and greedily sniffed it.

"A legitimate business."

Chen An pointed towards the mountains behind him.

"I opened a mine in the back mountains. I think you've heard about it."

"I've heard about it. It caused quite a stir." Tie Tou's eyes gleamed.

"What? Do you need miners?"

"No, I don't need miners."

"I need a transport team, and a... security team."

Chen An lit a lighter and helped Tie Tou light it. "My goods need to be shipped out of Montana, which is a long way."

"I don't want any Tom, Dick, or Harry causing trouble along the way."

"Furthermore, I don't want outsiders near my mining area."

"You want us to be your bodyguards?"

Tie Tou took a drag of his cigarette, grinned, and revealed a set of yellow teeth.

"Hey buddy, we're knights of freedom, we won't be dogs for capitalists."

"If I gave every 'Knight' a legal gun license, a brand-new bulletproof vest, a matching black suit, and..."

Chen An held up five fingers.

"A base salary of $5,000 per person per month, plus full medical and accident insurance?"

Iron Head's smile froze on his face.

The few underlings who had been trying to act cool suddenly widened their eyes in disbelief when they heard the words "five thousand US dollars" and "full insurance".

In this remote and impoverished area, they usually work as lookouts for others and collect protection money.

Even if you work yourself to the bone for a month, you can only earn a thousand or two, and you still have to worry about getting arrested by Reynolds.

"Five thousand? Each person?" Tie Tou wondered if he had misheard.

"Yes. I have ten spots," Chen An said calmly. "On the condition that you all obey."

"Take off that dirty leather jacket, cut your hair, and cover up those messy tattoos."

"From today onwards, you are no longer the 'Wild Horse Gang,' but employees of 'Titan Security Company.'"

"are you serious?"

"You can ask Sheriff Reynolds, or ask the bank. Will my check bounce?"

Chen An opened the car door, took out a pre-prepared contract, and threw it on the oil drum.

"With Smith gone, Silicon Valley elites like Vincent also want a piece of the pie."

"The meat on this piece of land is too fatty; I can't finish it all by myself."

Chen An looked at Tie Tou and said, "You're a local. You know every alleyway here and every hoodlum."

"I'll provide the money, you provide the labor. Let's work together to defend this territory. How about it?"

This is an offer you can't refuse.

This is the only chance to transform from a street thug into a high-paid "security consultant".

Tie Tou remained silent for about ten seconds.

Then, he took a deep drag on the half-smoked cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Damn it, I'll take this job!"

He turned around and yelled at his still-dazed underlings, "Are you all deaf?!"

"Didn't you hear what the boss said? Go shave your bird's nest-like hair!"

"Go buy a few more decent suits made of human skin!"

"If anyone dares to be late tomorrow morning at seven, I'll stuff them into a pile of scrap tires and burn them!"

"Yes, boss!"

A group of burly men roared excitedly.