Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The Black Palace.

Oval office.

The autumn sunlight streamed in obliquely through the tall windows.

Light dappled the expensive Persian carpet.

Monk Wei felt as if he had returned home.

They walked in with a relaxed and comfortable air.

However, the special agents outside were completely unaware of this.

The office was quiet.

The firewood in the fireplace crackled and popped as it burned.

The air was filled with the faint smell of burning firewood.

It smells of tobacco, leather, and paper ink.

The famous screw.

He was sitting behind a large mahogany desk.

There was a glass of water next to me.

He was holding a briefing in his left hand.

He was wearing a dark three-piece suit and a tie.

He was wearing those familiar pince-nez glasses.

A thin blanket covered her lower body.

The outline of a wheelchair was visible under the blanket.

The table was piled with documents, reports, and an ashtray.

And several ship models with different designs.

Wei Heshang looked at this "giant" from World War II.

A strange feeling flashed through my mind.

That's a ruthless person.

Born into the bourgeoisie, those capitalists still thought they were one of their own.

I never expected that they would be the first to be targeted after I took office.

Bleed them.

And stabilize the market.

Save the factory and the workers.

They pulled the Americans back from the brink of revolution.

Monk Wei smiled and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. President."

I heard this unfamiliar voice.

Roosevelt's body visibly stiffened.

But he did not press the call button.

He simply and slowly shifted his gaze away from the briefing.

Beyond the top edge of the lens.

He looked at Monk Wei.

Monk Wei was tall and sturdy.

Bald.

She was wearing a coarse cloth garment in the East Asian style.

I just stood there in front of him.

It's as if it's always been there.

Special agents on the lawn outside the window.

They continued to move about rhythmically, completely unaware.

Screw's Adam's apple bobbed.

Put down the briefing.

However, there was no trace of panic on his face.

Instead, they scrutinized the other party with sharp eyes.

"I bet you are the famous Monk Wei."

Luo Sifu opened his mouth.

His voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes, Mr. President."

I am Monk Wei.

I heard you have a problem with what I said.

I came to talk to you.

Roosevelt remained silent for a few seconds.

I slowly took off my pince-nez glasses.

Then he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

Lean forward.

His arms were resting on the table.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"

Or is it like what you did in Tokyo?

The air in the room seemed to freeze.

Only the firewood in the fireplace made a soft crackling sound.

Monk Wei was somewhat surprised.

"It seems the President isn't afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid of death."

However, I believe you won't take action.

After all, China doesn't want to have such a powerful enemy as the United States right now.

"very good.

Talk to smart people

That's what makes me so happy.

I hope your country will stop interfering in China's affairs.

Even the entire Asia-Pacific region.

That's not your territory.

I just came here to say hello.

We hope that the President will keep his promise.

Otherwise, I think those conglomerates in your country,

I would be very happy to hear of the President's unexpected passing.

I can go and talk to them.

Luo Sifu's expression changed.

He knew that Monk Wei was threatening him.

But he couldn't do anything about Monk Wei.

To be able to enter his office so easily.

That would make it easy to kill him.

He was also well aware of the nature of those conglomerates.

My life is really threatened by Monk Wei.

They all chickened out faster than the last.

What's the use of his tough attitude?

"I will keep my promise, Mr. Wei."

Thank you for going easy on me.

Monk Wei chuckled.

"Then it's a pleasure to cooperate with you."

Then he walked out of the office.

Disappeared.

It took a long time after Monk Wei left.

Luo Sifu slumped in his wheelchair.

A wave of fear washed over me.

He summoned the special agents outside.

Ask them if they had heard anything just now.

The special agents, however, said they hadn't found anything.

We didn't see a single person.

Luo Sifu then realized how terrifying Monk Wei was.

"Is this Eastern witchcraft?"

It can actually become invisible.

This led to his departure from the presidency.

He is obsessed with this kind of thing.

That's a digression.

Shortly after Wei Heshang and Luo Sifu's "friendly talks".

Screw Fu then issued a statement.

It will not participate in disputes in China or the Asia-Pacific region.

Americans are businessmen.

Everyone is welcome to do business with Americans.

This statement was released.

The bald man was furious.

"Damn it, foreigners are just unreliable."

The bosses were overjoyed.

As long as the Americans don't get involved.

They could beat a bald man until his head was swollen.

Monk Wei then returned to China.

They are preparing to recruit soldiers and go to Southeast Asia.