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

The hustle and bustle of Las Vegas was left behind.

However, in the penthouse suite of Caesars Palace Hotel, the air was oppressive and suffocating.

"C-17... Globemaster III..."

Old Joe Capone sat in his wheelchair, the oxygen mask ripped off and thrown on the ground.

His withered, bony hands were trembling violently, not from Parkinson's disease, but from extreme anger.

"This is fucking cheating! This is a commercial war, and he's actually bringing in the Air Force?!"

Old Joe suddenly slammed his cane down on the priceless antique vase in front of him.

"Splash!"

The vase shattered.

Ava Green stood to the side with her head down, not saying a word.

Her face, which always wore a confident smile, was now as pale as paper.

She knew that this was not just a loss of face, but also a laughing stock in the industry for the entire "Silicon Valley Pioneer" consortium.

Their supposedly invincible ground blockade was bypassed by Chen An's plane.

"Godfather... what do we do now?"

A bodyguard leader nearby cautiously asked, "Should we have someone... during takeoff and landing?"

"idiot!"

Old Joe slapped him across the face. "Do you want to send us all to Guantanamo?"

"Attack a military transport plane? That's terrorism!"

"Even I, my entire family will be wiped out by the Federal Special Forces!"

He coughed violently, his chest heaving.

"That Chinese kid... he's exploiting the rules. But he forgot one thing."

Old Joe's gaze gradually calmed, turning into a sinister, deathly stillness.

"Airplanes can indeed transport goods. But they can't transport ore directly into the reactors at a battery factory."

"Once the goods arrive at the airport in California or Nevada, they have to land, be loaded onto trucks, and go to the refinery."

"As soon as his goods land..."

Old Joe looked at Ava.

"Notify the union over there, and... the Black Brotherhood."

"Keep a close watch on the roads leading to the major refineries."

"I don't believe he can get tanks to escort him on the highway."

"in addition."

Old Joe twirled the gold thumb ring on his thumb.

"Doesn't that kid like playing with fire? Doesn't he like women?"

"Then send him a 'gift.' These days, you don't necessarily have to kill someone to ruin them."

"To ruin his reputation, or... to make those around him disappear one by one, is also an art."

"Yes."

………………

at the same time.

Ten thousand meters above the ground, in that Gulfstream G650 bound for Montana.

The atmosphere, however, was peaceful and beautiful.

Jessica was lying on Chen An's lap, like a lazy kitten, letting him apply essential oil to her back.

Last night's almost frenzied "celebration" left her with aches and pains all over her body, especially her lower back.

"Did we really win?"

Jessica closed her eyes, enjoying the pressure of Chen An's large hand. "I saw that old man was about to die of anger."

"We've won tactically, but strategically we've only just begun."

Chen An's technique was very professional, after all, he had practiced it on liniment.

"Old Joe is the kind of crocodile that, once it bites, won't easily let go."

"The air corridor can only solve the problem of shipping, but he will definitely set up obstacles in the subsequent processing and sales stages."

"What should we do then?" Jessica looked up worriedly.

"Simple."

Looking at the clouds outside the window, Chen An said, "Since others won't process our products, we'll build our own factory."

"Or...acquire an existing one."

He produced a document listing a small lithium salt refinery located on the Canadian border that was on the verge of bankruptcy due to mismanagement.

"By acquiring this, we can integrate the entire industry chain."

"From the mine to the finished product, we are not dependent on anyone else at any stage."

"I'm going to be busy again..." Jessica sighed and buried her face between Chen An's legs.

"Boss, shouldn't my overtime pay be increased?"

"It will go up. Of course it will go up."

Chen An patted her bottom and said, "When we get back, let's replace that Raptor pickup truck too."

"Although it's crash-resistant, the comfort level is terrible. How about I get you a Mercedes G-Class? The matte black kind."

Jessica suddenly looked up, her eyes sparkling.

"I want the one with the V8 engine! And with bulletproof glass!"

"I'll grant your wish."

………………

Three hours later.

The plane landed at Kalispel Airport.

This time, the lineup to pick them up at the airport was even larger. Besides those two familiar black Cadillacs...

This is a security escort vehicle exclusively for Titan Security, along with a brand-new, enormous refrigerated van.

"What's this?" Jessica asked curiously, looking at the truck.

"Gift."

Chen An smiled mysteriously.

He didn't stay in the casino for the last few hours before leaving Las Vegas.

I took some time to attend the top-tier food auction at the Bellagio Hotel.

He spent $50,000 to purchase a top-quality Alba white truffle weighing 500 grams.

And several cases of Louis XIII cognac.

"go home."

………………

Titan Manor.

Even after three days away, the changes here are still happening rapidly.

The salt ponds on the back hill gleamed with a bluish luster under the sunlight.

Although it was winter, the evaporation efficiency did not completely stop thanks to the high-power heating pump.

The first batch of white lithium salt crystals has already begun to appear faintly at the bottom of the pool.

The entrance to the main house.

Sarah was already waiting with her entire housekeeping team and two part-time maids.

Seeing Chen An get out of the car, she disregarded the presence of others and quickly walked over to him, giving him a tight hug.

"Welcome home, my hero."

Sarah kissed him on the cheek, then smiled and looked at her daughter getting out of the car from the other side.

Jessica looked radiant in her expensive white coat, carrying several designer shopping bags.

"Mom! Look! This is a specialty of Vegas!" Jessica held up the bag like a child showing off.

"I also bought you a Hermès scarf!"

"You're wasting money." Sarah scolded her, but the smile in her eyes was unmistakable.

She could tell that her daughter seemed to have become more confident and more...mature after this trip.

Some of the girlish naiveté has faded, replaced by a more mature womanly charm.

"Go inside, everyone."

Chen An greeted them, "We're having a real family dinner tonight. By the way, is Katie here?"

"They're here." Sarah pointed to the kitchen. "I heard you brought back that 'white truffle' stuff. That girl's been sharpening her knives in the kitchen for an hour already."

She kept saying that if you dared to damage the truffle even a little bit, she would fight you to the death.

………………

In the kitchen.

Katie, dressed in a pristine white chef's uniform, stood solemnly before the worktable.

When Chen An placed the white truffle in the constant-temperature box on the table and opened it.

A strange, rich aroma, carrying the scent of earth and a hint of musk, instantly filled the entire space.

Katie took a deep breath, and her previously stern face instantly melted, revealing an almost devout infatuation.

"Absolutely top-notch...this is absolutely top-notch..."

She carefully picked up the unassuming mushroom block that resembled a potato, but was actually more valuable than gold.

"Chen! You've finally done something decent this time!"