"Mr. Chen, the brewery has stopped production."

"Discontinued? Why?"

"Today an official from the city hall came to the brewery and said that the safety of our brewery was not up to standard and the quality inspection failed.

"City hall official? When did the city hall take charge of production safety and quality inspection?"

"Mr. Chen, did you offend someone?" Denver asked.

Denver certainly knows that the City Hall has no power to interfere with the production of enterprises.

However, the City Hall directly approached the Fire Department and the Food Sanitation and Safety Supervision Committee.

Chen Zhao frowned: "Well, I see, I will cooperate with the city hall officials to resume production as soon as possible."

After hanging up, Alix called again.

"Chen, the marine animal protection organization suddenly forcibly landed on Magic Island in the past two days, saying that the Magic Island project has destroyed the marine ecology and conflicts with the construction team on the island. Now the Coast Guard has intervened in the investigation and ordered the Magic Island project temporarily. Work stoppage."

"I see, let the construction team suspend work for a week."

"Chen, do you know how much a week's work stoppage will cause us?"

"I know, I just don't want the conflict to expand." Chen Zhao said.

"Chen, did something happen?"

"Nothing, it's just that someone goes out without thinking." Chen Zhao said calmly.

"Maybe I can find a relationship and solve the problem." Alex said.

"No need." Chen Zhao immediately rejected Yalix's proposal, and then hung up the phone directly.

It was the first time that Yaliks was hung up so rudely by Chen Zhao.

She vaguely sensed the anger hidden in Chen Zhao's calm tone.

And Chen Zhao dialed another call.

"Hello, Mr. Governor."

"Who?"

"I am Zhao, from Huaxia, I thought you knew me."

"I won't remember a Chinese person in my heart."

"Mr. Governor, you seem to have crossed the line."

"Out of bounds? I don't think so, I just use my power reasonably."

"Isn't Miss Amila waiting to convey what I mean? Don't try to break into areas you don't understand."

"Hehe... Huaxia Chen, are you threatening me?"

"Your weapon is politics, but you obviously don't know anything about me."

"I really want to see, what can you do to me? Kill me?"

"It's easy to kill you, but I don't want to do that. I will let you know me first."

"Haha... I am not interested in you."

"Whether you are interested or not, you need to understand and kindly remind you that there will be a huge storm on the west coast tonight."

"You don't need to remind you, the West Coast Meteorological Bureau has the best weather experts and equipment in the world."

...

After hanging up, Swick immediately dialed his assistant's phone.

"You immediately contact the West Coast Weather Bureau and ask about the weather conditions in California and the West Coast in the next three days."

Swick quickly got an answer from his assistant.

"Sir, the Meteorological Bureau said that in the next few days there will be clear skies in the cities on the west coast, and the daytime temperature will be around 28 degrees Celsius. If you need to go out and play, it will be a good choice."

"Okay, I see." Swick smiled.

It seems that the other party is just scaring himself.

Swick picked up the phone again and dialed another phone number.

"Hey, Mr. Downer, that person called me furiously today and threatened me to create a storm."

"Mr. Swick, please rest assured, no one in this world can create a storm, unless that person is a god."

"you sure?"

"I'm pretty sure."

Donser is one of the most recently recruited think tank members and a partner of Swick.

He filled the gap in the supernatural world in Swick's team.

Donser has a deep background in the supernatural realm.

Swick's main appeal is political.

And Donser is an important part of his control of the North American Spirit World.

And Donser's appeal is in the spiritual world.

Both sides need each other, and there is no conflict in interests.

So it is quite pleasant to cooperate.

Donser put away the phone contentedly after finishing the phone call with Schwake.

Use Swake's political power to control the Supernatural Society, thereby controlling the entire North American supernatural realm, and then use the North American supernatural realm to feed back Swick, so that he can successfully break through next year's election and become the head of state.

Then he used the political power of the Great Head to complete the control of the spiritual world of the entire American continent.

As for the Chinese, the current president of the Supernatural Society.

In Donser's eyes, it was just an insignificant little person.

Maybe there is a little strength, but there is no political background.

In Dunser's view, the other party is a political novice.

Without relying on any political forces, it has a supernatural organization funded by the government.

Donser walked into a bar.

The bar was opened by an old friend of his.

"Hi, Kendir."

Kendir was wiping the glass in front of the bar and glanced at Doncer.

"What do you want?"

"Whiskey." Donser said with a smile: "Kendell, how about you going to the World Supernatural Contest this time?"

"Not very good." Kendir replied unhappy.

"Is the ranking bad?"

Kendir is even more upset, not only because of a bad ranking.

I almost didn't come back, alright.

"Fifteen dollars, thank you." Kendir didn't want to pay attention to Donser.

"How about my last proposal?"

"I remember I already rejected you."

"Kendell, come and help me, I really need you." Donser looked at Kendir sincerely.

"I just want to run this bar well now."

"Do you have a business in this bar?"

"It has nothing to do with you."

"As long as you are willing to help me, a month later, I will open a bar ten times higher than this for you."

"You have money?" Kendier knew that Dunser was as poor as him.

No, it should be said to be poorer than him.

"It will be there in a month."

"I'm not interested in bad checks."

"you do not believe me?"

"I only believe in the immediate benefits. If you can spend one hundred thousand dollars now, I will work for you. If not, please pay for the alcohol first."

"One month! As long as one month, the whole Los Angeles will be my final say."

"Haha...Impossible, you don't count here, it's the Supernatural Association who has the final say."

"One month later, the Supernatural Association will belong to me." Donser said confidently.

Kendir's action of wiping the wine glass stopped and looked at Doncer in confusion.

"Donser, do you know what you are talking about?"

"Of course, of course I know that the yellow-skinned monkey will be driven away by me soon."

Kendir sighed, originally he was really moved.

But after hearing Donser's words.

He completely gave up the idea that had just germinated.

Is this guy an idiot?

Didn't he know that he was walking on the brink of death?