SOE Company Headquarters.

President Horanco is in the office for his Longjing tea.

He is a fat man weighing more than 200 kilograms. His beer belly has reached the scale of being difficult to tie any size of belt. Most people may have already developed a weight loss plan in panic, or go to a beauty salon for liposuction surgery.

But Horanco didn't. He was very satisfied with his figure. In his opinion, this was simply the best indicator of a happy life.

Indeed, in the United States or around the world, people of the same kind are either having a headache for fiscal deficits, or racking their brains to make more money, or they are entangled with all kinds of messy shady scandals, but they don’t have these troubles. Although they are nominally the boss of this big company, there are long-standing "special people" in charge of actual business and power. As long as they sit in the office and arrange the meaning of the above, they can guarantee a large amount of money without having to do it every year, and they are happy to be free and easy.

A few days ago, he had just gotten tired of high-quality coffee produced in South America, and suddenly became very interested in Eastern tea. He spent more than 100,000 US dollars to collect a batch of top-quality tea, and was about to drink it for two weeks.

"Didi"

Just as he held the electric kettle with his fat hands and poured the freshly cooked boiling water into the purple clay teapot, the communicator on the table suddenly rang, scaring his hand so much that he trembled and splashed some scald water on his hands.

"Damn it."

Horanco cursed, and at the same time he felt very surprised. This thing hasn't been ringing for at least five or six years. What exactly needs to be reported to him as a rubber stamp?

He clicked on the communicator and glanced at the characters appearing on the LCD screen. The content seemed to be the information of the virtual competition recently held by those nominal subordinates. The fat man's face changed drastically after just scanning, and the fat pudding on his face shivered like a piece of fat pudding. He immediately lost and pressed a button to switch to another encrypted channel to start calling.

"Mr. Mauser, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but I have one important thing that I have to discuss with you..."

Horanco said tremblingly, and spoke the words as tactfully as possible to avoid angering this cold-blooded boss with a bad temper. His appointment was because he was a little louder in a word and thus disappeared from the world forever.

The reaction of the other side was surprisingly calm, and Horanco reported it without saying a word, and then said something in a very indifferent tone, and then Horanco was stunned.

The fat man begged in a tone that was about to shed tears:

"Ahhh, Mr. Mauser, you make it difficult for me to do this and...ah, yes... I'm sorry, calm down, I'll do it right away, I'll do it right away."
Chapter completed!