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

"The first batch of finished products is out. Battery-grade lithium carbonate, 99.9% purity! Fully meets Tesla's standards!"

She pulled Chen An towards the workshop, saying, "Come on! I want to show you our 'child'!"

"A child?" Jessica followed behind, rolling her eyes. "That's a really hardcore analogy."

………………

Refining workshop.

The deafening roar of the massive machines was deafening.

On the final packaging line, white powder falls like fine snowflakes and is automatically packed into moisture-proof bags.

Chen An walked over and grabbed a handful of powder.

Delicate, white, and dry.

In the current market, the price of this stuff has been driven up to $70,000 per ton.

And this bag contains a BMW.

"This is white gold."

Chen An let the powder slip through his fingers as he watched the busy workers.

Their faces no longer showed the previous sorrow; everyone was full of energy.

Because Chen An kept his promise, his salary was paid in full in cash, and even doubled.

"Irina, you have created a miracle."

Chen An turned around and looked at the Valkyrie beside him.

In the noisy, oily, and dusty workshop, Irina's slightly stained face looked particularly charming.

It's a kind of worker's sex appeal, a kind of allure that comes from wielding industrial power.

"It wasn't me, it was you."

Irina looked at Chen An, her voice rising due to the noise, but her tone was incredibly gentle, "You gave this factory a second life."

She took a step closer, her body almost pressed against Chen An's.

"Now that the product has passed inspection, what about my reward?"

Her eyes were unabashed, revealing a straightforwardness and passion unique to the fighting spirit of the Russian people.

Jessica coughed twice, trying to get her attention:

"Ahem! Boss, um... Mr. Robert said there's an urgent meeting..."

The meeting has been postponed.

Chen An ignored Jessica's little actions and looked at Irina.

"Go to your office. I need to hear your work report from you alone."

Jessica stomped her foot in anger, but then she saw Chen An's eyes blazing with fury.

He could only grit his teeth, glare hatefully at Irina, and turn to go outside to "inspect the work."

………………

Factory Director's Office.

As soon as the door closed, the sound of it locking was drowned out by the roar of machinery outside.

Irina, as if she had gone mad, shoved Chen An against the door.

"I missed you so much..."

She didn't even bother with foreplay; she just kissed me.

It was a kind of madness that had been suppressed for several days, fermenting under endless work pressure and anticipation for the future.

Her hands roughly tore open Chen An's coat, as if she wanted to meld him into her body.

"So urgent?"

Chen An grabbed her from behind, turned around, and pinned her against the desk piled high with blueprints.

The blueprints were scattered all over the floor.

"How can we not be in a hurry?"

Irina gasped for breath, her long legs wrapping around Chen An's waist.

She zipped the jumpsuit all the way down with a "zip" sound.

Beneath those rough work clothes.

It turned out to be an extremely exquisite and sensual set of black lace lingerie.

The contrast is absolutely stunning.

Outside are roaring steel beasts, a world filled with coal dust and engine oil.

Inside, the spring scenery is so delicate and so alluring.

"Is this also part of the preparations to celebrate the resumption of work?" Chen An's hand stroked the black lace.

"It's to celebrate... that you are my king."

Irina tilted her head back, revealing her long, swan-like neck.

"Chen, conquer me. Right here. With the sound of the blast furnace."

Chen An did not speak again.

Actions speak louder than words.

In this simple yet powerful office, on that desk that has witnessed the rise and fall of the factory.

A "victory celebration" filled with industrial violence aesthetics officially began.

Each pile foundation seemed to resonate with the massive, dynamic movement of the gills outside the window.

Irina's voice transitioned from Asian to high-pitched, eventually becoming a shout reminiscent of a battlefield charge.

She is the queen of this icy plain.

But at this moment, beneath Chen An, she was merely a woman who had experienced the full extent of Zeng Huan's pleasure.

………………

An hour later.

The office fell silent.

Irina, wearing Chen An's coat, sat on the desk.

He held a cigarette he had snatched from Chen An between his fingers, his face showing the languid blush of ultimate satisfaction.

I really want to lock you in this room and not let you go anywhere.

She exhaled a smoke ring and looked at Chen An, who was tidying his clothes.

"Lock me up? You'll have to kill all the wolves that want to eat us first."

Chen An put on his coat, walked to the window, and looked down at the bustling factory area.

"Irina, your task is going to be even more important from now on."

"After acquiring TerraPower, their production lines will be moved here."

"The Polaris plant will be expanded to three times its original size. When it is completed, it will be the largest lithium salt processing base in all of North America."

"You need to be prepared to manage a team of thousands of people."

Irina was stunned for a moment, then her eyes shone even brighter.

"Several thousand people?" She threw away her cigarette butt, jumped off the table, and walked behind Chen An to hug him.

"As long as it's a battlefield you give me, I will defend it."

"However..." she rubbed against Chen An's back, "remember to bring more 'ammunition' next time you come to inspect. I have a big appetite."

Chen An laughed and turned around to pinch her nose.

"Don't worry. You'll get plenty."

I pushed open the door and walked out of the office.

Jessica was sitting on a bench in the hallway, looking bored, playing on her phone.

Seeing the two of them come out, especially seeing Irina's rosy complexion and slightly messy hair.

He wrinkled his nose and let out a cold snort.

"Finished reporting?" Jessica asked sarcastically.

"It's over. Very thorough, very comprehensive." Irina straightened her collar triumphantly, a victor's pose.

"alright."

Chen An interrupted the impending second battle in this chaotic arena.

"Back to Montana."

"Robert just sent a message. Old Joe is in jail, but his lawyer is applying for bail."

"And...it's said that a group of 'friends' from Mexico are inquiring about the location of Titan Manor."

"Mexican?"

Jessica and Irina's expressions changed simultaneously.

Along this border, anything associated with Mexico usually means: drug lords, cartels, and heavy firepower that doesn't care about fighting spirit.

"It seems some people won't shed a tear until they see the coffin."

Chen An's eyes turned cold, and a murderous intent surged within them.

"Since they want to escalate this situation, I'll play along with them to my heart's content."

"Notify Ironhead, raise the security level to red. Have the brothers bring out their most prized possessions."

"This time, it's not about chasing away hooligans."

"This is a...war."