Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

213: Sister Feifei is coming to America!The next day, the morning sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting dappled light and shadow on the soft carpet.

Zhang Ze opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a sweet, sleeping face, incredibly close.

Sera was curled up in his arms like a cat, her long golden hair spread across the pillow, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were having a beautiful dream.

He lowered his head and gently pressed a kiss on her forehead.

The person in his arms stirred, muttering dreamily, ”Beef burrito... and a little more hot sauce...”

Zhang Ze couldn’t help but laugh.

[A foodie’s dream is indeed all about food.]

He carefully withdrew his arm, preparing to get up, but unexpectedly, the girl in his arms woke up immediately.

Sera opened her hazy blue eyes, looked at him blankly for two seconds, and then showed a sweet smile.

”Good morning, Zhang.”

”Good morning.”

After lingering for a while, the two finally slowly got up and washed.

When they changed clothes and went downstairs, Caitlin was already sitting at the head of the huge dining table.

She was wearing a capable women’s suit, her blonde hair impeccably neat, drinking coffee while looking at the tablet in her hand.

Exquisite breakfast was laid out on the table, but the atmosphere was not as relaxed as yesterday.

Three other people were sitting in the living room.

Two middle-aged white men in suits, and one Asian man who looked somewhat arrogant. All of them exuded the shrewdness and pressure belonging to those in high positions.

When the three people saw Zhang Ze and Sera come down, they merely nodded slightly and continued their previous conversation.

”Caitlin, the risk exposure for this hedge fund project is too great,” one of the hook-nosed white men said gravely. ”I don’t recommend putting all your eggs in the emerging markets basket.”

”Exactly,” the other slightly heavier white man agreed. ”Although the Dragon Country market is tempting, policy uncertainty is too high. Once they tighten foreign exchange controls, our money will be locked inside.”

The Asian man pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

”I am more concerned about the technology barrier. The moat around the tech companies we invested in is not deep. Once Dragon Country’s local enterprises catch up, our advantage will cease to exist.”

They discussed the flow of tens of billions of funds as if they were discussing the weather.

Caitlin put down her coffee cup and looked at Zhang Ze, seemingly waiting for his reaction.

[Oh wow, so this is the so-called breakfast meeting?]

Zhang Ze knew exactly what was going on.

These hungry wolves from Wall Street clearly regarded him as the ignorant pretty boy next to Sera.

”Mom, what are you guys talking about? It sounds so complicated.” Sera sat next to Caitlin, picked up a piece of toast, completely oblivious to the undercurrents at the table.

Caitlin smiled and said nothing.

The hook-nosed man spoke again, this time directed at Zhang Ze.

”This must be Mr. Zhang? Caitlin mentioned that you are a... businessman from Dragon Country?”

He deliberately emphasized the word ”businessman.”

”I suppose so.” Zhang Ze pulled out a chair and sat down, pouring himself a glass of milk. ”I run a small business, just barely making a living.”

”Heh heh.” The hook-nosed man let out a light, ambiguous chuckle. ”Dragon Country’s economy is indeed very dynamic, but the business environment... is still not very regulated. We are accustomed to speaking through laws and contracts, while you, it seems, prefer to discuss business over the dinner table.”

The sense of superiority in his words was practically overflowing.

Zhang Ze took a sip of milk and spoke slowly.

”It can’t be helped. We Dragon Country people value sentiment more. Unlike you gentlemen, who only care about profit.”

”Furthermore,” he changed the subject and looked at the hook-nosed man, ”at the dinner table, people are at least willing to pretend to be friends for a bit. Unlike some people who send you to court right after signing a contract, while still smiling and wishing you ’good luck’.”

The hook-nosed man’s smile froze.

The slightly heavier white man stepped in to smooth things over: ”Mr. Zhang certainly knows how to joke. We are just discussing investment risks.”

”Risk?” Zhang Ze smiled.

He put down his milk cup, leaned forward slightly, and surveyed the group.

”You’ve been discussing this for a long time, but you haven’t actually figured out what the true risk is.”

”Oh?” The Asian man raised his head, seeming interested. ”I’d like to hear more.”

”What you worry about is policy, technology, and market fluctuations. These are all superficialities.”

Zhang Ze held up one finger.

”There is only one true risk.”

”That is, you don’t understand your opponents enough, nor do you understand the land where you intend to make money.”

”You use your arrogance and prejudice to construct a false model of Dragon Country, and then calculate returns and risks based on that model. That’s not investing; that’s gambling.”

”You think Dragon Country enterprises have no technological barriers?” Zhang Ze looked at the Asian man. ”Then do you know that just the day before yesterday, a top expert in the field of lithography machines just gave up everything in the USA and returned to Dragon Country?”

He was, of course, referring to Dr. Chen Jing.

The three men exchanged glances, clearly unaware of this news.

”You think Dragon Country market policies are unstable?” Zhang Ze looked at the fat man again. ”Then have you considered why, when the global economy is declining, only Dragon Country dares to propose a new development pattern centered on the domestic great cycle, with domestic and international dual cycles promoting each other? Where does that confidence come from?”

”As for you,” Zhang Ze finally looked at the hook-nosed man, ”you said we like to discuss business over the dinner table. That’s right. Because at the dinner table, we can see a person’s character. We only make friends and do business with trustworthy people.”

”But you can betray your own ’friends’ at any time. Therefore, you will never understand what true ’cooperation and win-win’ means.”

His words were powerful and resonant.

The entire living room fell silent.

The faces of the three arrogant Wall Street elites flushed red and then turned pale.

They had been taught a lesson by a seemingly carefree young man, using the simplest and most direct words.

A look of appreciation flashed in Caitlin’s blue eyes.

She picked up her coffee cup, took a small sip, concealing the smile she could barely hold back.

[Ding! Detected host has completed hidden achievement: Tongue-Lashing the Wolves of Wall Street!]

[Achievement Reward: Aura of Hegemony Proficiency + 50%! The realm of showing off has improved again, dear!]

Zhang Ze ignored the system’s teasing.

He picked up a slice of toast, spread jam on it, and took a big bite.

Hmm, the taste was good.

The tense breakfast meeting ended quickly, and the three ”friends” practically fled in defeat.

”Zhang, you were so handsome just now!” Sera looked at him with starry eyes.

”Standard procedure.” Zhang Ze calmly finished the last sip of milk.

Caitlin stood up, walked over to Zhang Ze, and reached out to straighten his collar.

”Come back early for dinner tonight.”

Her action was very natural, just like an ordinary mother-in-law reminding her son-in-law... After saying goodbye to Caitlin, Zhang Ze and Sera finally began their time alone.

They did not go to the popular tourist spots, but instead rented two bicycles on Santa Monica Beach and rode slowly along the coastline.

The sea breeze ruffled Sera’s golden hair; she was like a happy sprite, turning back to laugh at him from up ahead.

Zhang Ze’s mood also completely relaxed.

The California sunshine was warm and pure, feeling cozy on their skin.

They parked their bicycles at the pier and walked hand-in-hand along the long wooden boardwalk.

They ate the ice cream recommended in the guide, kissed on the Ferris wheel, and even danced a clumsy routine with a street performer.

Happy times always flew by quickly.

Unconsciously, the sun began to set, staining the entire sea surface a magnificent orange-red.

The two sat side-by-side on the beach, watching the distant sun slowly sink below the horizon.

”Zhang, I’m so happy,” Sera said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

”Me too.” Zhang Ze put his arm around her.

In this moment, there were no missions, no conspiracies, and none of those annoying troubles.

There was only him and his girl, and this tranquil sea.

[If only time could stop at this moment.]

He had just uttered this silent sigh.

”Buzz, buzz...”

The phone in his pocket vibrated inappropriately.

He pulled out his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

Sister Feifei.

Zhang Ze’s heart skipped a beat.

[It’s over, it’s over! The Shura Field is about to air-drop into Los Angeles!]

He glanced at the blissful Sera beside him, cleared his throat, and tried to answer the phone in the calmest tone possible.

”Hello, Sister Feifei.”

On the other end of the line, Liu Feifei’s familiar voice, tinged with laziness and teasing, immediately came through.

”Little younger brother, are you having fun in the USA?”

”I, your older sister, have also come over to play with you.”

Sera raised her head curiously.

”Zhang, who is it? Is it your family?”