Long Zaitian is such a scammer.

Ye Xiong cursed and went downstairs. Old Bonnie and his family were having breakfast. Seeing him coming downstairs, Alyssa stood up quickly.

"Mr. Ye, why don't you have breakfast before leaving?"

"No, thank you Miss Alyssa for your kindness. My friend is still waiting for me outside." Ye Xiong refused.

A look of regret appeared on Alyssa's face: "Mr. Ye, then I won't disturb you. Goodbye."

"Mr. Ye, walk slowly." Old Bonnie said.

When he walked out of the door of the villa, Ye Xiong saw a red sports car parked on the side of the road. He was very arrogant.

The car window opened, Guo Furong was wearing red makeup, looking extremely domineering.

"Wow, it turns out that the media agents are so rich!"

This car was worth at least half a million dollars. He didn't expect Guo Furong to be able to drive such a good car.

"This is a special car for the CIA. How about it? Is it enough to give you face?"

Guo Furong took off her glasses, revealing her charming eyes.

"Is this what the CIA means, or are you the one who makes your own decisions? I don't have such a big reputation in the media country." Ye Xiong smiled and sat in the car.

"You are very famous, you just don't know it." Guo Furong asked as the car drove: "Have you had breakfast?"

"Old Bonnie invited me to have breakfast. I knew you would definitely invite me, so I declined. Don't tell me you've already eaten?"

"You said so, how can I dare to admit eating it?" Guo Furong said with a smile.

Under the leadership of Guo Furong, the two found a famous breakfast shop.

"Good brother, did you succeed last night?" Guo Furong asked suddenly.

Ye Xiong's face turned dark. What on earth did Guo Furong mean? He asked himself these words as soon as he came. Do you want to interrogate him?

"Am I such a casual person?" Ye Xiong said righteously.

"If you are not casual, there are no casual men in the world." Guo Furong chuckled and pointed on the wrench: "Not to mention your real girlfriend Yang Xinyi, I only know Du Yuehua, Yang Xiaoqiao, and that policewoman. No.

I’m afraid I can’t even count how many more we know.”

"Just three, I'll let you know them all."

"I'm not your wife, what's there to be afraid of? Tell me, how many others are there?" Guo Furong said with a smile.

"Believe it or not."

Ye Xiong didn't want to talk to her about such useless topics, so he got to the point: "Did the CIA ask anything from Iron Wolf's mouth?"

"Forget it, the CIA interrogated him all night long, but they couldn't get anything valuable out of him. No matter what method they used, he just refused to say anything. By the way, you said he was interrogated, are you true?"

"I did ask something from Tie Lang's mouth, but I don't know if it's true."

"Oh my god, how did you get out of the interrogation? The CIA people tried their best and couldn't find out anything." Guo Furong asked in shock.

"This is my secret method of extracting a confession, but I can't tell you." Ye Xiong gave it a try.

"You stay and talk to the old witch carefully, otherwise, she will definitely be unhappy. She is a very face-conscious old woman." Guo Furong warned him in advance.

"Old witch?"

"The director of the CIA in the media country is a woman who is almost fifty years old and suffering from menopausal syndrome."

Ye Xiong couldn't help but laugh. He didn't expect Guo Furong to comment on his immediate boss like this.

"If she hears it, prepare to pack up and leave. Have you ever scolded your boss like that?"

"That's better, I'll hang out with you then." Guo Furong didn't care.

"No problem, for a woman as capable as you, my door will be open for you at any time."

When he said the word "gan", Ye Xiong deliberately emphasized his tone and his attitude was very warm.

"I don't want to be a member of your harem. Besides, I don't want to be controlled by others. Although He Mengji has some tricks, she is still far from being able to control me." Guo Furong raised her mouth, looking arrogant.

"If you don't want to be controlled, you can be directly responsible to me." Ye Xiong said.

"Good brother, do you mean you want to support your sister?" Guo Furong chuckled.

"Yes, I want to keep you, dear sister, how much does it cost per night?" Ye Xiong chatted with her.

"No money is needed, just a marriage certificate. It seems that you and Yang Xinyi haven't registered yet. As long as you register your marriage with your sister, your sister will be yours."

When it comes to these issues, Guo Furong doesn't blush at all. She is indeed a mature woman and cannot be compared with those young girls.

"I have never tried to get married, how do I know if you are a shemale, and how do you know if I am a Tianyan? How about we try to get married first?" Ye Xiong's eyes were full of provocation.

"You have a beautiful idea. After you try it, you don't kick me in the face. I can't afford to suffer this loss." Guo Furong revealed Ye Xiong's bad intentions with one word.

While eating breakfast and chatting, time passed quickly.

Next, Alyssa took Ye Xiong to the CIA.

Ye Xiong got off the car, looked up at a skyscraper in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh.

The matchmaker country is so fucking rich, compared to this, the China National Security Bureau is far different in style.

Under the leadership of Guo Furong, Ye Xiong traveled all the way and passed several identity recognition levels before being brought to a busy office on the 18th floor.

Ye Xiong took a look and found that most of the staff here were civilian workers, who should belong to the logistics department. It could be seen that Guo Furong was right, the real combat command center was not here.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go and inform you."

Guo Furong pointed to a chair next to her and signaled Ye Xiong to wait there.

Ye Xiong sat on it and waited, casually looking around at the beauties. Unfortunately, there were only a few beautiful ones, far behind Guo Furong.

After a while, Guo Furong came out.

"The director lets you in, remember, don't argue with her, this old woman has obsessive-compulsive disorder." Guo Furong reminded in a low voice.

"I know how to do it, don't worry."

Ye Xiong walked to the door of the office, knocked on the door, and walked in.

Inside is a large office with a table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows.

A matchmaker woman in her fifties, with blond hair and glasses, was sitting there. When she saw Ye Xiong come in, she took off her glasses and stood up.

"Hello, Mr. Ye, please sit down."

Busa's voice was neither cold nor hot, and there was irresistible language in her tone. In just one sentence, you can tell that she is a woman who has been in a position of power for a long time and is used to giving orders.

"Hello, Director." Ye Xiong greeted him in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.

"I have an important meeting to hold at half past nine." Busha checked the time and then continued: "We still have ten minutes to chat. I won't say any polite words. Let's get down to business!"

Such a domineering woman, she just came in and let herself follow her rhythm. If you are a person with a weak heart, you may have already been thinking about what to say to her in these short ten minutes.

Time was too tight. Every time she asked something, Ye Xiong didn't have much time to think about it, and he was led away.

This is a negotiation technique commonly used by politicians.

"Then let's get started. What's the matter with the director asking me to come over?"
Chapter completed!