America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Just then, Chen An's phone rang.

It was Robert calling.

"Chen! TerraPower contacted me! It's Vincent's superior, Vice President Davis."

"He said he wanted to restart negotiations, and this time he was very 'sincere,' willing to provide a 'bridge loan.' It seems your strategy worked."

"The fish has taken the bait."

Chen An held the phone, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

"Robert, prepare a contract for me. Just a transfer agreement. The meeting is scheduled for... the night after tomorrow."

"the day after tomorrow?"

"Yes. That day was Jessica's birthday."

Chen An glanced at Jessica, who was peeking out of the main house window.

"I'm going to give her a spectacular fireworks show. The kind that's set off by the screams of the enemy."

………………

That night.

The farm returned to peace.

But beneath this calm, all the hunting rifles have been polished and all the traps have been set.

Jessica had no idea what would happen the day after tomorrow; all she knew was that Chen An had promised to celebrate her birthday.

"Hey, boss."

After dinner, Jessica moved closer to Chen An, holding a fashion magazine in her hand.

Pointing to a dress, she asked, "Do you think... if I wore this on my birthday, you'd like it?"

It was a black lace backless dress, almost too sexy.

"like."

Chen An put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "But actually, I prefer it without it."

"You pervert!" Jessica ran away, her face flushed, but a smile played on her lips.

Sarah quietly tidied the table, watching everything with tender eyes.

The calm before the storm is always the sweetest.

But for the enemies about to step onto this farm, it is the entrance to hell.

This is destined to be an extraordinary birthday.

There was no flower arch, no colorful balloons, and even the heating in the main house was deliberately turned down by half.

It creates a bleak and chilly atmosphere caused by a "lack of fuel".

10:00 AM.

Jessica sat in front of the dressing table, looking at herself in the mirror.

She didn't wear the black lace backless dress she had her eye on, which was the main event she was preparing for that evening.

Now, she was wearing an old sweater that was a little faded from washing, and her jeans were even deliberately worn at the knees.

Her makeup had been touched up, and she looked somewhat tired, with slightly red eyes.

She was simply a young girl filled with anxiety and fear because her family had gone bankrupt.

"This is your character's setup."

Chen An leaned against the door frame, holding a delicate little box in his hand.

"Tonight you're playing the daughter who's both angry and helpless upon learning that her family fortune is going to be sold off cheaply. Understand?"

"Understood, Mr. Director."

Jessica turned her head and instantly got into character.

Her eyes instantly changed from excitement to a pitiful and aggrieved expression.

She even squeezed out two tears, "Are we really going to sell the house? Where will I live then? Waaah..."

"Perfect."

Chen An clapped his hands, walked over, and placed the box on the table.

"This is an advance payment for the actors. It's also one of your birthday gifts."

Jessica opened the box.

Inside is a pair of custom-made earrings, made from scraps of "emerald green spodumene" that were previously mined.

But after being cut with top-notch craftsmanship, it shimmered with a cold and alluring green light in the dim room.

"So beautiful..." Jessica immediately burst into laughter through her tears, her acting skills collapsing instantly.

"Wear it. No matter what happens tonight, don't take it off."

Chen An bent down to help her put on the earring, his fingers tracing her sensitive earlobe.

"This green complements your eyes perfectly. It's like a hunter's beacon in the darkness."

………………

Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The farm gate.

The usually imposing Titan security team members looked like wilted eggplants today.

They took off their sharp suits and put on wrinkled jackets.

Several people, some even holding bottles of liquor, leaned crookedly against the guard post.

He loudly complained about things like "the boss is withholding wages" and "this awful place is unbearable."

In the shadows, there are the second-floor windows of the barn, behind the greenhouse, and in the dense pine forest on the back mountain.

The true elites were wiping their stun guns and shotguns loaded with rubber bullets, like a pack of lurking wolves.

Ironhead, lying prone in a sniper position, reported to his superior via headset:

"Boss, the reconnaissance vehicle is here."

"An inconspicuous black sedan circled the intersection twice, probably to confirm whether we were truly 'defensively weak'."

"Let them see."

Chen An sat in front of the table in the living room, which was piled high with forged "debt collection notices".

He was holding a cheap cigarette in his hand, to fit the image of a down-on-his-luck persona.

"We want to showcase a decadent beauty of 'a building about to collapse'."

Sarah sat across from him, irritating her eyes with onions, trying to make herself look like she had just been crying.

"Ann, what did Robert say?" Sarah asked, sobbing slightly from the choking onion.

"He's already on his way. But he's taking the small path behind the mountain, so he won't be discovered."

Chen An sneered, "He and the other 'special witness' we're waiting for will appear at the most crucial moment."

………………

Six o'clock in the evening.

It got completely dark.

Although the snowstorm had stopped, the accumulated snow reflected the moonlight, giving the whole world a pale, cold hue.

"They're here."

Jessica stood behind the gap in the curtains, her voice sounding a little nervous.

"So many vehicles. This...are they here to fight?"

On the highway, a convoy of five full-size black SUVs, like a black serpent, snaked its way into the farm.

Unlike the previous motorcycle gangs, this group was eerily quiet.

They stopped in front of the main house.

The car door opened, and nearly twenty burly men wearing tactical trench coats stepped out.

These people were efficient and had sharp eyes; they took up advantageous positions the moment they got off the vehicle.

His hands were tucked into his chest, clearly indicating he was carrying something.

Finally, the door of the middle Cadillac slowly opened.

A middle-aged white man wearing a camel cashmere coat, gold-rimmed glasses, and with his hair neatly combed, stepped down.

He looked refined and even carried a walking stick.

But the arrogance and coldness that emanated from his very bones made him seem like a venomous snake.

Davis, Vice President of TerraPower.

Behind him followed Vincent Zhang, who had been humiliated by Chen An before.

He was staring at the wooden house with a venomous look on his face, carrying a black briefcase in his hand.

"It really looks like we've reached a dead end."

Davis covered his nose with a handkerchief, seemingly disgusted by the air.

Even the security guard at the gate is sleeping.

"How can a place like this even deserve a $200 million mine?"

"Boss, that dog seems to be missing," Vincent reminded him.

"Maybe they starved to death, or they were eaten," Davis said dismissively.

"Let's go. Let's go and help Mr. Chen get out of this predicament."