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

Back in the warm office.

After the adrenaline subsided, a wave of fatigue and the burning sensation from the intense battle surged up simultaneously.

"Are you alright?"

Chen An walked over to Jessica and touched her face.

That girl was really brave just now.

"I...I'm fine."

Jessica took a deep breath, then suddenly hugged Chen An tightly, burying her face in his chest.

"That scared me to death... I thought they were going to throw that Molotov cocktail in..."

"It's alright. It's all over."

Chen An patted her back.

On the other side, Irina lowered her gun.

She walked up to Chen An and looked at the man.

In the battle just now, he was calm, ruthless, and powerful, like a true Siberian wolf king.

This kind of powerful person was exactly the kind of person she had always dreamed of conquering.

"List……"

Irina's voice was a little hoarse.

She suddenly reached out and pulled the office curtains shut, then, in front of Jessica, unbuttoned her tight-fitting vest, soaked with sweat and gunpowder.

"I already said that."

Irina's figure under the lights was so perfect, like an ancient Greek sculpture, full of power and beauty.

"I'd do anything for you if you could get rid of them."

"Including...now."

She stepped forward and hugged Chen An's other side. The kiss carried the scent of vodka and gunpowder, wild and direct.

"Hey you!"

Jessica was about to protest when she found that Irina had also pulled her hand away.

"Stop calling me that, little sister."

Irina looked at Jessica with a hint of provocation and an invitation in her blue eyes.

"We worked together quite well just now. What? You dare to shoot and kill, but you don't dare to... serve our hero with me?"

This statement put Jessica in a very difficult position.

Looking at Chen An's ambiguous smile, and then at this hot, exotic "Valkyrie," he could see the other woman's expression.

That damned competitive spirit and sense of taboo overwhelmed Jessica once again.

"Who...who wouldn't dare!"

Jessica gritted her teeth and also unbuttoned her clothes.

Outside the window, the wind and snow started again.

Inside the house, in this steel fortress that has just been baptized by blood and fire.

A carnival blending Eastern and Western styles is unfolding on that large desk.

From farms in Montana to hotels in Las Vegas, and now to factories on the Canadian border.

Chen An's journey was filled with the smoke of battle and the sighs of beautiful women.

Joe Capone, the godfather who wielded immense influence on the West Coast, probably never dreamed of this.

Every time he suppressed it, he was only providing more nourishment and spoils for the awakening of this Titan.

………………

I was awakened by the loud whistle of the boiler room at the North Star Refinery in the early morning.

This long cry, which had been silent for half a year, was like a giant beast awakening and announcing its return to the entire Ice Creek Town.

In the factory director's office.

The heavy curtains blocked out the morning light, but they couldn't block out the rich, enchanting atmosphere inside the room.

On the large mahogany desk, files, a computer, and an empty vodka bottle were pushed around in a mess.

Chen An sat in the leather boss's chair, a freshly lit cigarette between his fingers.

In his arms was Irina, with her disheveled blond hair, looking like a lazy big cat.

She was only wearing Chen An's coat, her long, strong legs casually draped over the armrest, and several obvious finger marks were visible on her fair skin.

On the sofa opposite the desk, Jessica was curled up in a ball wrapped in a blanket, catching up on her sleep.

Last night's chaotic battle was definitely too much for her physical condition.

"Did you hear that?"

Irina leaned against Chen An's chest, listening to the whistles outside. Her usually cold and hard eyes softened, even glistening with tears.

"That's the sound of the blast furnace reheating. If my father were alive, he would be very happy to hear that."

"This sound will be heard every day from now on."

Chen An exhaled a smoke ring and reached out to stroke her firm, smooth back. "As long as I'm here, the North Star will never go out."

Irina looked up and gave him a deep look.

"Ann, do you know what? In this border town, what can make a woman willingly submit is neither money nor a gun."

She leaned in and bit Chen An's chin, her voice hoarse.

"He's the kind of man who can drive away the enemy in the snow, and then...completely fill her up on that table."

"Is this your assessment of my performance last night?" Chen An raised an eyebrow.

"Full marks."

Irina planted a kiss on his cheek, "In every way."

………………

Nine o'clock in the morning.

On the factory square.

Hundreds of veteran workers who had heard the news gathered together.

Most of them wore work clothes covered in patches, their faces etched with weariness and unease.

The news that the Black Brotherhood was driven away last night has spread throughout town, but what they care about more is whether they still have a job.

Chen An led the two women out of the office building.

Irina changed into a smart work outfit and regained her iron lady aura.

Although Jessica's legs were a little weak, she forced herself to stand behind Chen An, acting as his secretary and bodyguard.

"Listen up, everyone!"

Holding a megaphone, Irina announced in a loud voice, "This is Mr. Chen, the owner of Titan Resources and our new major shareholder!"

The workers whispered among themselves, eyeing the young man from the East with suspicion.

Chen An stepped forward and took the megaphone.

He didn't spout any nonsense about pursuing dreams or ideals.

He gestured directly to the security guard next to him, who then opened two heavy metal boxes.

"Splash!"

The box was opened.

It wasn't US dollars, but gold bars.

In the turbulent borderlands of that era, gold was more persuasive than any other currency.

Under the sunlight, the gold bars radiated a captivating yet reassuring glow.

"Here is gold worth five million US dollars."

Chen An's voice was steady and powerful.

"I heard that the previous factory manager owed everyone six months' wages. Now, line up and get your money."

"Those who have received their paychecks and wish to stay will receive a 30% raise and can start working immediately. Those who do not wish to stay can take their paychecks and leave; I will not stop them."

The entire venue fell silent for three seconds.

Then, a deafening cheer erupted.

"God bless Mr. Chen!"

"Get to work! Get to work now!"

To these workers struggling to survive in this harsh land, Chen An was not just a boss, but practically a saint at this moment.

With funding secured and morale stabilized, the Polaris factory resumed operations at an astonishing speed.

The massive crusher began to roar, and the rotary kiln spewed out orange-red flames.

The first batch of crude lithium salts, transported from the Titan mine in Montana via a "ghost convoy," was sent to the refining workshop.

"That's amazing."

Standing in the control room, Jessica watched the constantly changing data stream on the monitor screen.

"An, we really did it. From mining to refining the finished product, we have a complete industrial chain."

"This means that half of Old Joe's methods are useless."

Chen An watched as the white powder gradually emerged from the assembly line.

That's battery-grade lithium carbonate with extremely high purity.

"Even if he can block the road, he can't stop the continuous flow of products into the market."

"As long as our goods are good, even if they're on the moon, someone will come in a spaceship to pick them up."