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Zhou Qingfeng, on his end, opened his computer, connected to the private server set up by ’Gray Shark’, and started processing so work emails.
First was from the Kongges family. Ever since they were wanted, Zhou Qingfeng hadn’t seen them for nearly two months.
After Monica seized him for an unwarranted ’interrogation’, Zhou Qingfeng had sought the help of Director Carl Vincent from the FBI Miami Branch.
Monica had suspected that Carl and Zhou Qingfeng were still in contact, and she wasn’t wrong — both sides had an unspoken agreent to keep their communication covert.
The director made it clear that he wouldn’t abandon the pursuit of Zhou Qingfeng, yet he was willing to protect Zhou Qingfeng’s friends who had no criminal records.
After falling out with the ’Tree of Justice’, Carl arranged for the Kongges family to leave Miami and head to the nearby Bahamas to oversee the ’Electric Flight’ business.
At first, Carl Vincent had a benevolent attitude towards this ’favor’, as if he was repaying a life-saving debt from before.
But as Zhou Qingfeng’s wanted status prolonged, his network widened, and ’Electric Flight’s’ reputation grew,
Director Vincent’s ntality changed too, feeling that having such a ’legendary friend’ wasn’t a bad thing, and even discreetly took a bit of pride in it.
During the recent financial crisis, Carl Vincent sent Zhou Qingfeng a brief email with no greeting or sign-off, just a few simple words...
"Thanks for the heads-up. The family of three is safe."
’Thanks’ was for Zhou Qingfeng’s warning.
People in the United States love to invest in the stock market or purchase financial products. This is why the ’Blonde’ president emphasized the stock market’s stability - if the stock market is unstable, the United States will indeed collapse.
Anyone who avoided the market crash would be exceedingly grateful, especially at the mont they saw others’ lifeti savings vanish while they luckily escaped; they would thank God and thank Victor.
As for ’the family of three’, it indicated the Kongges family, showing that the director would continue to look after them, as a form of mutual understanding and reciprocity.
The next email was from Xiao Jinlang, with just two words ’Thank you’ — Zhou Qingfeng had sent out news that Marco might be a super virus carrier.
Old Ma’s research value was even higher than Zhou Qingfeng’s – whether it was the Healing Serum or the gene compatible with the ’X’ virus, they were priceless treasures.
The following email was from Kelly, ntioning the sudden flight ban issued by ’Dongda’ and the revised mandatory entry quarantine.
Zhou Qingfeng ntioned the ’Billion US Dollar Corporate Bond’ and added a note, "Double the salary for all ’Electric Flight’ employees, and shorten the paynt cycle for suppliers."
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At this mont, Marco was still staying at a five-star hotel in Washington D.C. Last week, he t with so congress mbers and discussed so company business matters.
But after the eting ended, it was as though the company had forgotten about him and arranged no follow-up work.
Marco spent his days doing nothing, enjoying his daily substantial travel allowance, wandering idly around the U.S. capital.
He visited Capitol Hill, strolled through National Square, saw the white marble steps of the Lincoln morial, and had an overpriced latte in a Georgetown alley.
This leisurely life was indeed enjoyable.
The only thing unsettling him was the strange occurrences in the hotel in recent days.
The German diplomat he t last week was hospitalized; the room maid he interacted with five days ago fell ill and took sick leave; yesterday, his Japanese friend in the next suite was suddenly rushed to the ICU in the middle of the night.
The hotel’s occupancy rate was quietly dropping.
"So scary, sothing big happened in the United States." He thought as he went downstairs to the restaurant for dinner.
The restaurant, which was usually bustling with bright lights and busy waiters, was eerily quiet tonight, with only a few tables occupied.
Even the pianist in the corner was too lazy to play, sitting there checking his phone.
He ordered a steak, and upon cutting it open, found the at a bit cold. The waiter casually explained, "We’re short on chefs today."
Marco sighed, poking at his plate with a fork, thinking, "This market crash has affected so many people, even the dining places are collapsing. That chef must have lost a fortune."
As he sighed, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him – a strange person wearing a black mask, staring coldly at Marco.
The person stood still and spoke in a low voice, "Hello, Mr. Marco, I’m Xiao Jinlang, introduced by President Zhou. May we chat?"
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