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

That once proud and closed-off heart has now been forcibly pried open by that man.

A seed named "Chen An" was inserted.

Chen An caught the rag and smiled.

See you tomorrow night, my genius chef.

"Remember, wear those lace-trimmed stockings. I like them."

After saying that, he turned and left with a flourish.

Katie was left alone in the dark kitchen, covering her burning face, her heart pounding.

………………

Back to Titan Manor.

Chen An was in a great mood.

While it might feel good to just push a proud little girl like Katie down, it takes away a lot of the romance.

Only through repeated tugging and pulling can her defenses be broken down.

True conquest is about taking her from resistance to acceptance, and then to active desire.

Push open the door to the master bedroom.

A small, warm yellow lamp was left on in the room.

On the large bed, Sarah and Jessica remained in that breathtaking sleeping position.

Jessica had clearly just fallen asleep; she had changed into a new silk nightgown.

Sarah probably bought it for her; she was actually wearing a new pair of black stockings.

Although it's supposed to be sleeping, it's clearly an attempt to appease a "tyrant" who might return at any moment.

Chen An immediately took off his clothes and crawled into bed.

The middle spot is still there, retaining the warmth of the two women's bodies.

He had barely lain down when Jessica seemed to be on radar.

She groggily snuggled into his arms, draping one leg over his waist.

"I'm back..." she murmured dreamily.

"Mmm." Chen An kissed her forehead.

Chen An slept soundly that night.

In his dream, he seemed to see the mine being excavated turn into a mountain of gold.

And that Aurora Restaurant became a jewel in his business empire.

………………

the next day.

Although the snowstorm has stopped, the matter is not over.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

Robert called again.

"Chen, there's been some progress on the matter you asked me to investigate."

Robert's tone was somewhat serious. "It's about that 'Terra Energy'."

"They are indeed not simple. Although Davis was taken away by the FBI, the controlling shareholder behind TerraPower is a large California conglomerate, 'Silicon Valley Pioneers'."

"Silicon Valley?" Chen An frowned. "Those guys working on the internet and new energy?"

"Yes. They have huge amounts of cash on hand, and... they're rumored to have connections with certain Mafia-like unions in California."

"They've been buying up minerals on the West Coast lately, and it's been very dirty work."

Robert paused, "They've suffered a setback in Montana this time, they certainly won't let it go."

"We need to prepare for a second wave of impact. And this time, it may not just be about business tactics."

"The Mafia? A union?"

Chen An sneered.

"Let them do it."

He glanced at Ironhead, who was training Rottweilers in the yard, and at the well-equipped Titan security team.

"Perfect timing, my security company needs some real-world experience to hone its skills."

"However, Chen," Robert reminded him, "we have another problem to solve before that."

"What?"

"We need to expand the mining area, which requires us to use part of the water rights of the public river that flows through the farm."

"And the upper reaches of that river... belong to an Indian tribe called the Grizzly Reservation."

Native Americans.

This is a group that's even more difficult to deal with than the Environmental Protection Agency and the FBI.

They have privileges, their own laws, and even their own armed forces.

And they are extremely xenophobic!

"The chief of that tribe is a stubborn old man."

"If we can't handle him, our lithium extraction plan will be stalled."

Chen An stroked his chin.

"An old fogey? Interesting."

"Prepare a generous gift for me. Since we're neighbors, I'll personally pay a visit to this chief."

"What gift should I bring? Cigarettes? Alcohol? Or cash?" Robert asked.

"No."

Chen An looked out the window; the Indian Chief motorcycle was parked quietly in the garage.

"Bring some good guns. And..."

Chen An recalled the soulless dish Katie had made yesterday.

"Take the blind fish I caught yesterday."

"I think this is the best passport for Native Americans who respect nature."

A new journey has begun.

Target: Grizzly Reservation.

………………

In the early morning, Titan Manor was filled with a sense of busy preparations before a battle.

Sarah was carefully placing several live blind trout into an oxygen-filled, high-end insulated box in the kitchen.

"Ann, are you sure these fish will be okay?" Sarah asked, sounding worried.

"I've heard those Native Americans have strange tempers. What if they think this eyeless fish is a demon?"

"rest assured."

Chen An is inspecting a Winchester M1894 lever rifle that was given as a gift.

The gun barrel was polished to a shine, and even had exquisite carvings on it.

"For people living in the mountains, these creatures that live deep underground and never see the sun are often regarded as a gift from the 'spirit of the earth.' They revere this more than the US dollar."

Jessica sat at the dining table, looking at the cool antique gun in Chen An's hand with a bit of envy.

"I want to go too!" she protested.

"I'm your administrative secretary. How can business be conducted without my secretary present?"

"Not this time."

Chen An refused decisively, "That's a reserved area, and also a lawless zone."

"The chief we're going to see is still a stubborn old man."

"He probably doesn't like seeing girls in black stockings and short skirts hanging around in his tent."

He walked up to Jessica and pinched her puffed-up cheeks.

"Stay home. Keep an eye on those excavators."

"And... help me put on your 'Green Secret' necklace."

"If anyone comes to cause trouble, tell Tie Tou to unleash the dogs."

"Okay..." Jessica sighed in disappointment, but still nodded obediently.

"Then come back soon. Um... I don't want to lock the door tonight."

This suggestive remark made Sarah, who was packing boxes nearby, flinch.

He then gave his daughter a helpless yet doting look.

………………

10:00 AM.

A black Ford Raptor pickup truck, followed by a security vehicle.

We drove away from the farm and headed towards the mountains to the north.

Tie Tou was acting as the driver, and he had his bald head polished to a shine today.

Although he was wearing a suit, his muscular physique still made the clothes look tight.

"Boss, the Grizzly Reserve isn't easy to get into."

As Tie Tou drove, he said, "That place is called an autonomous region, but it's really just an independent kingdom."

"They have their own police and their own laws."

"A few years ago, a developer wanted to build a road there, but hundreds of Native Americans blocked the mountain pass with shotguns, and in the end, even the excavator was burned."