Uncle Shazhu, a simple-minded man in a courtyard house, persuades people with reason.

George Anderson's wife, though just an ordinary housewife, was never afraid of George because of her surname... Rockefeller. Even though it was only a distant relationship, she even dared to mock him to his face.

"Oh, George, you're shameless. That short, yellow-skinned guy didn't beat you into an idiot? Do you even know the significance of a million dollars? If you don't call the police, how are you going to pay it back? Your nephew who ran off with the money?"

A million dollars is enough for him to live a carefree life anywhere in the US or even the world for the rest of his days!

Emma kept her hand on the phone the whole time she was talking, and it was clear that she would still call the police if George didn't give her a satisfactory answer.

Faced with Emma's silent threat, a flicker of anger flashed in George's eyes... He wanted nothing more than to send this woman to the red-light district. But then he thought of the Rockefeller family's power...

Even with his face burning with pain, George Anderson forced a smile. "I know what that good-for-nothing Anderson is capable of. He's not worth a million dollars."

"You mean..." Emma hesitated for a moment before putting down the phone, looking at George's swollen old face with suspicion.

"That's right, those short, yellow-skinned guys must be coming for me! Hmm..." George glanced at his wife, whose figure had long since changed, and added ingratiatingly, "And the Rockefeller family too!"

Emma, ​​with a stern face, reminded George, "Even that good-for-nothing Anderson can get a million dollars, what do those Asians want to do? And what can you possibly do?"

"This..." George paused, a million dollars was definitely a big deal. Could he really do it? Perhaps, the real target those people wanted to trade with was the Rockefeller family!

If He Ping'an had known that Mr. and Mrs. George would rack their brains over a million dollars, he would never have let a dead man bear so much debt...

After a long silence, George suddenly let out a long sigh. "Why bother guessing? They'll tell us what we need to do sooner or later! As for now..." George touched his swollen cheek, his eyes filled with ruthlessness:

"Call the police station and tell them to increase patrols in the area, then hire some bodyguards from a security company to test the strength of those little yellow bastards!"

"What's the use of calling those cops who only know how to collect corpses! I'm going home to ask my family for some security detail!" Emma curled her lip in disdain at the mention of the police, as if she wasn't the one who had just called the police.

George, moved at the opportune moment, said, "Thank you, Emma..."

"I'm your wife, isn't it only right that I help you?" Emma leaned on George's shoulder, her eyes full of affection.

After many years of marriage, the passion of their youth had faded, and Emma had long seen through the true nature of the man before her, including his intention to kill her.

But she didn't care... George used her to climb the social ladder to the Rockefeller family, and she used George to solidify her position in the family; it was just mutual exploitation!

Therefore, faced with He Ping'an's threat of a million dollars, she would not hesitate to abandon George. If George lives, she won't have to worry about the million dollars; if he dies, she can inherit George's political legacy.

Now that George seems to have more value, Emma, ​​as his wife, naturally sides with her husband.

Just as the two were putting on a show of being a loving couple, He Ping'an returned to the apartment. Liu Rusi was staring blankly at the radio when she saw her lover return. She opened her arms affectionately, and He Ping'an habitually pulled her onto his lap.

Every woman is a natural detective, especially when catching her husband cheating. After sniffing for a long time without finding any woman's perfume, Liu Rusi finally nestled obediently on He Ping'an's shoulder. A hint of melancholy lingered in her voice:

"Ping An, as I just mentioned on the radio, the Communist Party's crossing of the Yangtze River has been a resounding success. Nanjing, Shanghai, and the entire Yangtze River defense line have all fallen. Currently, your people are pursuing the fleeing enemy. Alas... the Nationalist government probably won't survive this year!"

"Smack!" As expected, He Ping'an slapped her on the round face. "Where did all this sentimentality come from? What does the Nationalist government have to do with you? Just focus on your pregnancy and stop thinking about all this nonsense!"

"Hehehe!" Liu Rusi stuck out her tongue, acting cute, both childish and alluring. Sensing the unusual sensation below, she quickly changed the subject: "How did your mission go?"

Out of consideration for the pregnant woman, He Ping'an let Liu Rusi go. "Not bad, but these Americans are all scoundrels, they'll probably threaten me again and again! No rush..."

That evening, He Ping'an had just finished his campaign when Liu Rusi lay weakly on the bed, her cheeks flushed.

"Ring ring ring..."

He Pingan picked up the microphone, "This is He Pingan! Um, okay, okay... um, I understand. Yes, wait!"

"What's wrong?" Liu Rusi's voice was still damp with the scent of the tide, soft and alluring.

"Just some minor things..." He Ping'an habitually picked up his precious toy and casually explained George's arrangements in a few words. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Even though we won World War II and became one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, many white people still see us as the 'sick man of East Asia.' George's reaction is normal; don't worry!"

"Hmm!" Liu Rusi nodded, sighing, "I wonder when we Chinese will be able to stand tall and be respectable in front of white people?"

"Uh..." He Ping'an pinched the mountain peak resentfully, ending the conversation. This fairy always asked him questions he couldn't answer; he couldn't very well tell her that the rabbit was the 1v17 Tongtiandai!

In the following days, He Ping'an stopped going out and spent his days entertaining Liu Rusi. Occasionally, when the mood struck, he would unleash a powerful attack, but most of the time they would simply chat.

George Anderson, however, was starting to feel the strain. The daily pressure of guarding against unexpected revelations was causing him immense psychological stress, making him increasingly haggard. There were also some inexplicable reasons involved!

George hasn't been without his gains these past few days. At the very least, he learned through various channels that He Ping'an's true identity... an Indian!

This news held a fatal attraction for George… India, Britain’s largest colony, was once again seeking independence. Now, a former Indian had approached him at great expense; he couldn’t help but think… Buy weapons? Or support independence?

Either way, it would be a huge boon for George. Buying weapons would allow him to establish connections with arms manufacturers. If he supported independence, it would be enormous political capital—enough to even support his presidential campaign!

He Ping'an truly hadn't expected George to make such connections. To start imagining a country's president just because of a nationality?

The reason he used Indian citizenship before was simply because he thought that if he ever did something earth-shattering in America, it would help India increase its international profile.

Given India's consistent nature, he will definitely take the blame without hesitation!