Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

He hoped that one day, the indifference of the Letanian nobles to the life and death of those they were entrusted with would be reported and criticized by a third Pulitzer journalist.

He also hopes that one day, the shady mines of Rembiton, the regional conflicts in Sargon, the rampant gangs in Syracuse, the human experiments in Colombia, and other such atrocities can be exposed by more people wearing this alias, or journalists who transcend this alias, without going through his hands.

Where the sunlight couldn't reach, we used the camera flash to illuminate the areas!

Wien held such expectations.

Unfortunately, at least so far, like this magazine, the journalists have only learned how to create sensational headlines; a second Pulitzer has yet to emerge. This is somewhat disheartening.

However, it was still early, and although disappointed, it was within expectations.

A land mired in deep disease and hearts filled with cold indifference cannot be healed or warmed by one or two inspiring acts of justice. At least for now, Joseph Pulitzer has become synonymous with "justice," hasn't he?

At least, there are already strangers like "clients" who are willing to place their hopes on me and ask for my help, aren't there?

Everything is slowly getting better. Perhaps one day, this land will usher in its own dawn.

Although he wasn't using the same method, he was working just as hard as Theresa.

It's like a wife following her husband's lead; Wayne suddenly felt that he and Theresa were becoming more and more alike in some ways. This feeling wasn't bad. Being able to gradually understand Theresa's thoughts, her ideals and beliefs, and to support her was a happy thing for Wayne.

It's just a bit of a pity...

When will I get a little fangirl like W?

just kidding.

Everything's Alright.

Chapter Three: Rhine Life—

Columbia, Silicon Valley International Airport.

The flight from Victoria landed smoothly on the airport runway. The staff in the control tower watched the aircraft, which bore the Victorian coat of arms and was of considerable importance, with tense expressions. Meanwhile, most ordinary people in the airport were more alarmed than curious.

For the unofficial Colombian War of Independence, it was a history written in textbooks. They would be surprised and curious about the guests from Victoria, but not much of a panic.

Only those elderly people who experienced the War of Independence and now sit in the management class of various industries will repeatedly remind themselves of Victoria's power and terror. If it weren't for the incompetence of King Aslan and the overwhelming power of the Gallo Empire at that time, these small mobile cities of Colombia might never have had the chance to break free from Victoria's control, even though the one who truly managed them was just Victoria, a border duke at the time.

The crown emblem, guarded by a lion and a griffin, is a nightmare that lingers in the minds of many of them.

Of course, Miss Celia, who was preparing to pick up the plane, was completely unaware that the information about the arrival of the flight had been passed through layers of intermediaries and delivered to the members of the Colombian Federal Congress in the shortest possible time, causing a great uproar.

She is a minister, but not entirely. To put it bluntly, the head of the defense department is the highest-level security officer. Although she does some research work on a regular basis, she certainly wouldn't be involved in the core matters that require connections with high-ranking members of parliament.

She was just an ordinary worker, holding a sign high in her hand, standing on tiptoe and straining to see through the crowd drawn to the Victoria flight, hoping to spot the VEEN shareholders.

Just the fact that a plane is parked has attracted so much attention. If Mr. Veen gets off the plane, the airport will be packed with people.

Saria was bumped again by the crowd of people rushing forward to join the fun, and she mentally complained with a mixture of anger and helplessness.

But something unexpected happened quickly. The Colombian police, who were usually criticized throughout Colombia for "always arriving after the bad things have happened" and "making the situation worse," actually arrived at the airport first. Waving their batons, they stiffly dispersed the crowd with expressions completely different from their usual lazy and arrogant demeanor. Then, like airport security personnel, they formed two solid human walls along the red carpet laid out from the Victoria flight's door, firmly protecting the passengers on board.

At this moment, the plane's cabin door finally opened. The green-haired Felin stepped out first, glanced around at the surroundings, then stood sideways on the platform in front of the door, placed his right hand on his upper abdomen, and bowed slightly to greet the blond boy who was walking out.

Wayne walked out of the cabin at a leisurely pace.

He immediately noticed Ms. Seria holding up a sign to welcome people from the crowd that had been dispersed, and couldn't help but smile helplessly.

The arrival sign is all there is; it seems to be used in almost every country. Speaking of which, Saria's arrival sign is a futuristic-looking transparent LCD screen—extremely luxurious.

Ignoring the two lines of Colombian National Guard soldiers standing with their backs to him, Wayne walked straight down the stairs towards Seria. Kal'tsit followed closely behind, tacitly stopping the man in the black suit who wanted to step forward to greet him.

Wayne extended his hand to the somewhat stunned Saria and said with a smile:

"A brief separation is for a better reunion. I said then that we would meet again soon, didn't I, Miss Seria?"

"Yes...yes...but..."

Saria shifted her gaze from Vayne to the black-suited man who was being blocked by Kal'tsit and was smiling as he spoke. She opened her mouth, but before she could speak, Vayne deliberately moved his feet to block her view again.

Where do your eyes wander when you're talking to your boss?

Wayne maintained his smile as he spoke, and Saria quickly looked away, bowing her head in apology. Being inattentive while talking to someone is impolite, especially when that person is her boss, whom she was responsible for hosting.

Despite this, Saria still harbored some doubts. Even though it was just a brief glimpse, the person who was stopped by Veen and that woman named "Kal'tsit"... was probably a butler or something? —She was clearly in the Veen shareholder's house, yet she wasn't his wife, and she was quite attractive; she was either a mistress or a maid. But judging from Kal'tsit's reaction last time, her eagerness to deny her relationship with the shareholder in front of strangers didn't seem like that of a kept woman. So she must be a maid, but Kal'tsit always wore a women's suit; calling her a maid seemed a bit of a stretch. Let's just assume she's a butler—and the man in the black suit stopped by that butler seemed to be a member of the Federal Parliament?

Seria had a vague recollection of him because his constituency was near her hometown.

Why would someone like this be here? And with so many National Guard troops, yet so polite to the shareholder...?

Saria wasn't stupid. Besides, even a fool could see that the shareholder was probably someone of considerable importance.

After a slight hesitation, Saria reached out and took Wayne's hand, but quickly let go.

Her intuition told her that although the shareholder was very kind and approachable, getting involved with people of high status would likely lead to trouble. Seria wasn't afraid of trouble, but she didn't want to cause any.

Just follow the rules and do your job properly; don't cause any trouble.

When Wayne noticed that Saria's attitude towards him had become much colder, he wasn't surprised. Although he felt a little regretful that the good impression he had just made with Saria seemed to have been lost, it was within his expectations.

After all, Wayne's ultimate goal in coming to Colombia was not just about Seraya.

“Mr. Councilor, His Highness the Prince has had a long journey today and is very tired. Let’s reschedule the meeting for another time. Please return.”

Kal'tsit tilted her head back and rejected the councilor's invitation to dinner without flinching. Although Wayne was clearly lying through her teeth given her energetic appearance, the councilor couldn't argue with her. If the Prince of Wales didn't want to meet, could he force a meeting?

Indeed, he knew of Wayne's identity as the "Prince of Wales." Moreover, this identity wasn't revealed by someone else; Wayne himself sent a written notification through the Victorian government to the Colombian Federal Assembly, informing them that the Prince of Wales of Victoria was very interested in the Colombian Technology Expo and wished to attend in person.

To avoid causing a disturbance, the information was only made available to the members of parliament; the "governors" of the major mobile cities, and even Rhine Life, the organizer of the expo, were completely unaware of it.

This is exactly what Wayne wanted to achieve.

The councilor nodded slightly to Kal'tsit to express his understanding and apologies for the intrusion, then fixed his gaze on the figures of Saria and Wayne walking side by side in the distance. He rubbed his chin and frowned.

"Interested in the technology expo... Who's organizing this expo again?"

He muttered to himself, looking at the Rhine Lab's Möbius strip logo on the back of the pick-up sign in Saria's hand, and suddenly realized something:

"Rhine Life..."

Chapter Four: An Unfavorable Start

Rhine Life Sciences Headquarters, East Building – Administration Building.

The general manager emerged from the office of Henry, the executive director of the Columbia Science Fair, his face darkening, clearly having received another severe scolding.

The reason for the scolding was that the director found a glass bead on the ground during his inspection of the laboratory building today. It was one of the common marble toys from Yanguo. It was probably dropped there by the patient or a patient's family member who was receiving treatment at Rhine Life. However, he didn't know what nerve the director touched, so he called the CEO, who had finally taken a break and was planning to treat himself to a delicious late-night snack without worrying about gaining weight, back to his office and gave him a good scolding.

The reason given was that the glass bead was actually a "crystal ball"—a dangerous monitoring device!

Miss Chief was utterly speechless. If you can't talk about science, at least talk about magic! Originium Arts are right there, and Rhine Lab has done plenty of research on them. As for the so-called crystal ball divination, let alone whether it exists or not, even if it does, she has no way to monitor or transmit messages through such a glass bead—it doesn't even have an Originium spell transmission unit inside!

Unfortunately, Director Henry didn't take advantage of the darkness to do anything underhanded to Miss Chief Executive. Otherwise, Miss Chief Executive, who was already at her breaking point, would have definitely seized the opportunity to demonstrate to Mr. Henry what self-defense is all about, to vent her anger and vent her frustration.

Taking out her small mirror, the young lady looked at herself and saw another crow's feet wrinkle. She sighed deeply, feeling her will to live diminish even further.

I really want to slack off! I really want to lie down and relax!

I'm quitting! What's the point of being a manager? I'm constantly running around, exhausted, and still getting yelled at by the boss. It's over! Oh my god, this job is over. I'm quitting right now, packing my bags, and running back to my hometown overnight!

Despite her inner complaints, the manager still cherishes this job. This job, this position, and this company all have special meaning for her, and she will not resign no matter what.

I patted my chest to calm myself down a bit. Although I was very tired, at least soon I could go home and get a good night's sleep, right?

Who knows, you might wake up to find your wrinkles and fatigue gone?

She was already daydreaming before even going to sleep. She pressed the elevator button, intending to go down to the underground parking garage to drive home. Just then, her phone rang at an inopportune moment. She pulled out her phone, and the elevator doors opened with a ding right in front of her.

Commander-in-Chief: "......grass".

Glancing at Saria's caller ID, the chief executive figured that this difficult person should be picking up Mr. Shareholder. Fearing that something might happen to Mr. Shareholder, the chief executive had no choice but to abandon his plan to enter the elevator and watch as the elevator doors slowly closed and descended back to the first floor to wait.

As for why you don't make a phone call inside the elevator, it's simple: there's no signal inside the elevator.

"Hello, Minister Seria, what happened?"

The commander patiently asked. Saria's voice paused for a moment, then she asked directly:

"Commander, could you recommend a restaurant in Silicon Valley that serves good food?"

"Tom Brothers Burger," the commander replied without hesitation.

Saria paused for a moment, then replied, "Too low-class, let's change it."

The commander-in-chief raised an eyebrow: "The shareholders want to eat?"

Saria: "Mm."

The young lady then closed her eyes, frowning as she pondered deeply. After a long while, she finally spoke:

"130 Independence Avenue, Silicon Valley, Androskoff Hotel. The Ursus Hotel isn't particularly high-end, but it's open 24 hours. At this hour, we'll trouble you, Mr. Shareholder, to make do for the night. We'll arrange a special welcome dinner for him tomorrow."

There's a shareholders' meeting scheduled for tomorrow, so we can have a meal together afterwards.

There was silence on Saria's end, but from the soft rustling sound, she was probably relaying her words. The Miss Chief waited patiently for two minutes, but there was still no reply. Thinking that it was probably resolved, she said hello, hung up the phone, and pressed the elevator button.

The elevator ascended methodically and then slowly opened its doors. The young lady had barely stepped inside when her phone rang again. She took it out and saw it was Saria again.

Her lips twitched, and she withdrew her high heels from the elevator, answering the phone while standing outside the elevator doors:

"Hey, what's up now?"

"Why did you hang up so quickly?" Saria sounded somewhat angry, her words carrying a hint of accusation.

The commander rolled her eyes, but unfortunately Saria couldn't see them. She explained:

"I thought everything was fine. You didn't say anything for a while."

"Humph!"

"Oh ho, you're getting temperamental now." Hearing Saria's cold snort, the commander felt his blood pressure, which had just dropped, rise again.

"Never mind. The shareholder is asking if there are any places to stay nearby."

"Rhine Life Dormitory".

"He doesn't want to live there."

Seria replied instantly, clearly having already made the suggestion to Wayne. But Wayne naturally couldn't agree. Besides Rhine Labs, he had many other goals, and living in Rhine Labs' dormitory would be far too inconvenient. Moreover, moving in directly would only make Rhine Labs seem more trustworthy; only by maintaining a distance could he keep those bloated, sycophantic members of the Colombian Federal Congress suspicious.

"Then let's go to the Androskov Hotel. They offer accommodation there too."

“The shareholder is Felin, who doesn’t like Ursus people,” Saria replied.