Wang Jie was very sensitive and said immediately: "British pound?"

Artoria nodded and said, "Yes, there are more and more expectations of pounds recently. In order to avoid such short selling, it is necessary to increase the confidence of pounds. Now, the best choice is not to show my strength in front of the whole world, how about it?"

Wang Jie sighed and said, "I've been making trouble for a long time, I want to shear the wool."

To put it bluntly, this financial game is similar to Wang Jie's method of using NBA betting lottery to make money. I believe that if Artoria follows the plan, the value of the pound will stabilize and even appreciate slightly. Anyway, those who do not do their jobs every day, but rack their brains to think about how to cut the wool financiers around the world should worry about.

Well, I really don't care about this. Anyway, the speculators are the ones who suffer. No matter how hard they look at Artoria, the girl became more and more greedy after she gained strength. This is not good. Where did the aristocratic lady go? She agreed to be generous and decent.

Wang Jie thought about it and said, "Altolia, this, my personal suggestion, it is best for you to strengthen your personal strength now, don't be distracted by these vulgar things. I've been ready to wait for you to come and arrange some courses and some good things for you. This is the foundation of your life. After all, people's daily energy is too limited."

Artoria looked at it and said, "Of course, thank you for your trouble, my noble commander." But she immediately laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I have to admit that most of the reasons why I am willing to accept this task are because of myself, so you don't have to worry."

Wang Jie asked with his eyes, and Artoria explained: "Okay, that's right. I also have my own will and ideas. Since I have got what I have always wanted, of course I hope to be the focus of the world and compete with those strong people." As she said that, she suddenly patted a long object wrapped in black linen next to her and said: "This sword was re-launched thanks to the guidance and help of your angel wife, and it is naturally my own. Do you want to fight me officially? I have seen it on TV. Your lightsword is very powerful."

Wang Jie looked at the black cloth bag and said, "It's the legendary..."

"No..." Artoria said: "The sword in the stone cannot be found. This sword is also a weapon owned by a knight of the round table. However, since it was not helped by your angel wife before, it could only be sealed."

"Uh," Wang Jie suddenly frowned and said, "Can you please stop talking about the word Angel Wife? It feels so ironic."

Artoria glanced at him strangely and said, "What's wrong with this? Isn't it true? Well, isn't you and that Lord Angel clearly and legitimate relationship between men and women? She is an angel and clearly. Just as you also have a collection of blood women and Jewish women. I don't have any information, but you are very playboy, more depraved than William."

"Haha," Wang Jie said: "William is your younger brother, ah, he is only 16."

Artoria said: "Yes, you male humans naturally take advantage of women. As women, you have to work ten times more than you to achieve a little success. You are just making a career in Los Angeles. You can see how many women are pounced on you."

Wang Jie was embarrassed and said, "What I said is okay."

Artoria said, "Yes, even that adult is too lazy to care about it. Why do I care? I mean, I have to set a perfect example for the women of this era. You are not allowed to disturb me."

Wang Jie didn't expect that the woman in front of him was still a feminist, and she had absolutely violent control. She really had a "female fist". I didn't know what to say for a while, but thinking about it, it was normal. She was also the queen's granddaughter. She had been walking around the center of power since she was a child. Her eyes were naturally farther than her, so she said, "Then do you have any suggestions I can do."

Artoria smiled sly and said, "It's all right to act according to my eyes."

Wang Jie thought about what else he could say, and could only accept the order happily. This press conference attracted the attention of the whole world, so he spent a lot of effort in choosing the venue. Finally, he chose a private club on Santa Monica Beach. The hall here is large and enough to accommodate hundreds of reporters. Moreover, as a beach plain, the view is wide, and a few snipers can block the surrounding highways. The best thing is that this is a club where wealthy men come in and out, with many security equipment, and can scan the weapons on people in the future.

When choosing various architectural resources throughout Los Angeles, Wang Jie immediately took a fancy to this place. It is beautiful. It can be imagined that at night, when you look at the sea to the west, the moonlight shines on the sea, and the scenery will be very beautiful.

Big people usually arrive late. Although Wang Jie is not a person like the president or the president of a big company, he is of course qualified to show off his character today. He discussed with Artoria for a long time in the same room and knew that it was originally a club party hall, and the reporters had already started chattering and whispering because they had been waiting for a long time.

Louise walked to the club office and said, "I'm from the Los Angeles Daily. This is a document. I'm not late."

"It shouldn't be there, well, two people can be allowed to enter. You can see whoever you want to stay."

Louise said angrily: "We are from the Los Angeles Daily, and I have known that little guy for a long time, why can't we all go in?"

The agent said: "It is because of your Los Angeles Times that we allow you to enter two people. Those ordinary tabloids can only enter one person, and there are also Sesame tabloids who don't even have the qualifications to enter. Sorry, there are too many reporters today, so you'd better be faster. The Los Angeles Daily is a big newspaper, so you should reserve your place."

Louise looked at Clark in embarrassment, then looked at the "Eliza" on the side, and said, "It's so unlucky. She was fooled by the bad guy who sold fake news. OK, Clark, Eliza, whoever you stayed outside, look for other news."

As she said that, Louise pointed to a helicopter in the sky in the distance. She was a discerning person. She knew that today's interview site was tight inside and loose outside. From the patrol boats far from the coast to the fully enclosed cars that could be seen from time to time. They were obviously special forces carrying heavy weapons. In fact, outside the club, there were dozens of young reporters who were not qualified to enter.

Morgana dressed as "Eliza" said, "So, I'm outside. Recently, my photography skills have been improving. I can take the opportunity to take some photos outside. Today, it is said that there is a press team of thousands of people. I think it's hard for us to have the chance to draw the lottery and ask questions, so when we go in, it's just recording."

Louise said dissatisfiedly: "I don't believe it anymore. I was the first person to report that little guy. He knew me, but now he turned off the phone and couldn't find him at all. It's just too fast. Can you say that once you enter the government, it will become bureaucratic?"

Clark complained: "Louise, that little guy should be just for safety reasons. After all, as mentioned at the White House press conference, there are Nazi remnants still active. Isn't that the Oscar a few days ago? That little guy has been secretly protecting us, and when he came to the United States, he was already in the eyes of the government, so there is no bureaucracy."

Louise said, "Hmph, let's go in quickly, Eliza, you're fine outside. When you encounter something, find these security guards to come forward. Do you remember?"

Morgana looked at Louise's caring eyes, just smiled, and watched her and Clark enter the club.

Morgana did not take out the Canon camera, but began to walk around the surrounding area. Looking at the security guards and agents naturally would not be wary of a petite woman. Morgana circled around the club. Of course, she would occasionally take out the camera and take a photo in some places, but she felt it was strange that the enemy who killed her lover was in this building. Although countless troops and weapons and equipment were hidden around, Morgana was nothing. She had confidence every minute, and she broke through any obstacles like a flying sword shot out, killing Wang Jie, and using a battle to capture or kill him.

But Morgana didn't have this idea. She found that she had no hatred for Wang Jie in her heart. Yes, if you hate someone, what you need is to have an objective understanding of him, a specific matter and a specific organization, but you cannot hate a non-existent or false image. She has collected countless information about Wang Jie, but from it, it is impossible to outline an accurate image.

Yes, Morgana actually doesn't hate Wang Jie. The reason for targeting him was just following a habit that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and is accustomed to the world. When her lover was killed, she naturally had to take revenge. She had thought countless times whether to kill Wang Jie first, make An Qi sad, or kill An Qi first, so that the mastermind Wang Jie was in great pain. But for Morgana, the two are actually no different, and she didn't care much about it.

This has nothing to do with hatred, but only one of them can live on both sides. Morgana looked at the club. Since Wang Jie informed the media that a sudden attack was made, he informed him at 5 o'clock in the morning, and the press conference was 9 o'clock, so Morgana had no time to react and could only come over by himself, stand outside the club, and watch.

Her temperament is very quiet and leisurely, but it is quite eye-catching on the West Coast where the bold and magnificent ocean horses are everywhere. A young reporter hung the SLR in his hand around his neck and approached him. He glanced back and forth between Morgana's chest and the Los Angeles Times' work permit with his eyes, and said, "Hi, hello, are you working in the Los Angeles Times?"

Morgana had no expression, looked at him, and said, "Yes." This was obviously just a call to ask, and Morgana naturally knew, but she was not in the mood to play with this person now, so she raised her camera and took a few photos to the beach in the distance.

The young man continued, the smell of cologne on his body was not bad: "What a pity, I'm just a floppy tabloid reporter, and I don't even have the qualifications to enter. What about you, you are from the Los Angeles Times, why can't you go in?"

Morgana said, "I can only join two, I am an intern."

"Oh, I can't tell you, you're very young, well, my name is Draven, where are you."

"Eliza."

"Oh, Eliza, how do you know about this news? It's incredible. Just by our side, there is such a person who can really fly."

Morgana said, "It's nothing, he's acting very ordinary, at least he doesn't fly fast."

"No, no," said Draven, "A friend of mine at MIT, he carefully interpreted the video. The power and speed displayed by the kid in every move was not that simple. He calculated every move and the effect of the blow, and the result was simply incredible."

"Oh?" Morgana said.

"That's right, especially the sword with red light, there is absolutely nothing to compare with the sharpness, and he is very suspicious that it is the secret weapon developed by the government, the high-tech laser sword. Of course, I can only guess it."

Morgana thought for a while and said, "That sword is really beautiful, well, by the way, your classmate is..."

"He's, he's a PhD student at MIT, and sometimes he likes to study small things, and he's still pretty good," Draven said.

Morgana said, "Oh? Interesting..."

Morgana became a little interested and started chatting with Draven. At this moment, Louise and Clark quickly ran into the club. At this time, it was very close to the press conference. She hurriedly faced the agent, verified the ID, and signed a card. As the agent said, today's right to ask questions was determined by the draw of lots, otherwise, 200 people would surround him and ask questions, which would be very stressful.

The venue was actually very simple. In the center of the hall, there were several sets of tables and chairs, and then semicircular fences. These reporters sat in a row one by one, just like when Wang Jie was in elementary school, he was carrying stools for a meeting. Of course, they were prepared with very beautiful white benches.
Chapter completed!