Washington, D.C.
Hearing what Ivan Trump said, Paris Hilton didn't say much else; she just gave Jiang Hai a meaningful look before leaving. As for Pula Walton, she waved at the two of them, signaling them to take care on their way.
After those two left the room and locked the door, Jiang Hai, amidst Pula Walton's exclamation, grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up. Naturally, their bodies remained pressed tightly together.
"Wow, hehehe, now it's our time. Do you want to go out and play first, or..." Looking at Jiang Hai, Pula Walton first exclaimed, then laughed. Her long legs wrapped around Jiang Hai's waist in mid-air as she looked at him with seductive, watery eyes. Hearing her words, Jiang Hai chuckled softly.
"Either is fine, you decide!" Jiang Hai said seriously, looking at Pula Walton in front of him.
"Did you eat lunch?" Pula Walton asked Jiang Hai with a smile after hearing his reply.
"I did!" Jiang Hai was momentarily stunned by her sudden question about lunch, but he answered truthfully.
"Then let's do some exercise to digest it first!" Hearing what she said, how could Jiang Hai not understand her meaning? He carried her straight to the bedside, tossed her onto the large bed, and then pounced on top of her.
Due to certain policies, the details after the two began their battle cannot be described in too much detail.
For a while, one could only see clothes flying everywhere. After some time, Pula Walton's voice, accompanied by a certain scent, began to drift through the room. This went on for about an hour before it finally stopped.
After resting for about half an hour, it started up again. It must be said that at thirty a woman is like a wolf, and at forty like a tiger. At this age, while Pula Walton had a group of girls who could help her relieve her loneliness, her needs in that area were clearly not something women could easily satisfy. Being with Jiang Hai was the most interesting...
After an unknown amount of time, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped. Pula Walton, panting heavily and completely naked, lay on top of Jiang Hai, her head resting on his chest. Certain parts of their bodies were still connected, and from time to time, she would stick out her tongue to lick his nipples or gently sway her body, giving Jiang Hai a special sensation.
"Stop messing around, or we'll have to go again in a bit!" Jiang Hai said to Pula Walton, patting her butt.
"Bring it on. I've only ever heard of an ox being worked to death; have you ever heard of a field being plowed to ruin?" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton lifted her head and said with a smile. However, as she spoke, her eyes darted away. She was truly just putting on a brave face, as she knew her own condition—if they went again, her body might not be able to take it.
"Alright, go take a shower. Didn't you say you wanted to take me out to play?" Hearing her words, Jiang Hai knew she was reaching her limit, so he said to her with a smile. Hearing what Jiang Hai said, the corners of Pula Walton's mouth curled up.
"I want you to carry me!" I don't know when it started, but Pula Walton, who was originally a strong, independent woman, had become like a little kitten in front of Jiang Hai, learning how to please him and act spoiled.
Jiang Hai wasn't unaccustomed to this. After pulling out, he picked up the languid Pula Walton, walked into the adjacent bathroom, and stepped into the prepared bathtub. Whether anything happened while they were bathing, no one knows, but this bath also took over half an hour.
After coming out, the two put their clothes back on and prepared to leave the hotel. However, while getting dressed, Pula Walton wasn't planning on wearing a tank top, but under Jiang Hai's strong insistence, she finally put one on.
It must be said that American women really don't like wearing tank tops, and the girls in Jiang Hais Manor are the same.
After leaving, Pula Walton specifically went to the hotel to rent a car. Of course, after they came out, two cars followed behind them—one driven by Azalina and Wallis Shelley, and the other there to protect Pula Walton.
Of course, they did not appear within Jiang Hai's line of sight, but Jiang Hai knew they were following him.
"Are you here to attend the Animal Husbandry Summit?" After getting in the car, Pula Walton asked Jiang Hai while driving. The relationship between the two was actually quite harmonious.
If one were to ask what kind of relationship they had, it would be hard to say. To call them lovers, they weren't quite there yet...
To call them friends? They were closer than that—after all, they rolled into the sheets the moment they met. What kind of friends do that?
But calling them lovers wasn't right either, because the two had no intention of being together; in their daily lives, they were each busy with their own affairs.
And to call them friends-with-benefits wasn't right either, since they were still business partners. So, their relationship was very complicated.
However, Jiang Hai wouldn't point this out. After all, he already felt it was hard enough to manage the women in his manor.
"Yeah, I came to attend the Animal Husbandry Summit. I spent an hour and a half playing on my phone there, and then the meeting broke up." Facing Pula Walton, Jiang Hai didn't hide his attitude of not liking to attend meetings there; he really didn't want to go.
"Heehee, by the way, did only the Animal Husbandry Summit invite you? What about the fishery industry?" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton first laughed and then said to Jiang Hai. In her eyes, Jiang Hai was currently walking on two legs—not only was his beef selling well, but his fish were selling just as well. The Animal Husbandry Summit looked for him, so why was there no movement from the fishery side?
"Maybe they'll invite me when Massachusetts holds a summit, but for a national one, it clearly has nothing to do with me. How much is my fishery's annual output? Those who can come are absolute tycoons. And most importantly, the prices they set are for low-to-mid-tier consumption, and my products don't follow those prices." Shrugging his shoulders, Jiang Hai said earnestly. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton nodded; that was indeed how it was.
Jiang Hai was qualified to attend the Animal Husbandry Summit mainly because of his forage grass. Relying on his forage grass, he had a huge reputation in the animal husbandry industry, which is why they invited him to the meeting. As for the fishery, the fish Jiang Hai produced were an astronomical number for some normal people, but to the federal government, it was just so-so...
Jiang Hai's annual fish production was only a few dozen tons. Although a few dozen tons were worth billions, the quantity was not that high.
For example, Atlantic Cod—excluding Jiang Hai, the annual output in Massachusetts alone was over two to three million tons. Jiang Hai's little fish were just a drizzle; it really wasn't a very important output. And since he didn't intend to promote them like he did his forage grass, it was inevitable that fishery companies wouldn't value Jiang Hai.
If Jiang Hai wasn't in Boston, but in Canada, he would be destined to receive attention from others.
But for now, it was just what it was. At the very least, people in the fishery companies wouldn't treat Jiang Hai as a true fishery tycoon.
The two chatted while driving, and before long, they arrived at their first destination of the day: the United States Capitol.
The United States Capitol, the Washington Monument, and the Lincoln Memorial are all on the same line.
They are right next to each other, so basically, you just find one place and then visit all three.
However, one has to admit that the attractions in Washington really aren't that fun. There's no scenery, no interesting places, and no historical sites. It's mainly a place where Americans force patriotic education.
It's not like the Imperial Capital back home; no matter what you say, there's the Forbidden City and the Great Wall standing there, and the sense of historical weight instantly comes through. But here in Washington, there really is nothing. If it weren't for Pula Walton saying she wanted to go out for a stroll, Jiang Hai might have already boarded a plane back to Winthrop.
However, sometimes, sightseeing isn't about the attractions themselves; the person accompanying you is also a very important point.
It seems Jiang Hai and Pula Walton had never really gone out for a proper stroll, and she really enjoyed the time spent by Jiang Hai's side.
After parking at the Capitol, the two walked forward. The Capitol is the place where the U.S. Senate and the House of Representatives hold their meetings. As is well known, the U.S. President's word isn't actually that absolute.
There are people in two other places who have the power to reject the President's proposals: the House of Representatives and the Senate.
The House of Representatives has a total of 435 seats, with representatives changing every two years. It is also the highest level of government that the common people can get in touch with. Besides that, there is also the Senate, commonly known as the Upper House, which has a total of 100 seats. They are the place where the core power of the entire United States gathers. For every political party and every faction, the main manifestation of their strength is, first, looking at the President, and second, looking at how many seats they have in the two houses. Although the Republican Party failed in the election last year.
But everyone knows that the Republican Party is still the largest faction in both houses of Congress because they represent elite politics. The people who support this party are all wealthy and knowledgeable people, the so-called elite class. On the other hand, the Democratic Party is more made up of old-fashioned farmers and nouveau riche. This can be seen from the elections, where the wealthiest areas in the northeast corner and the southwest support the Republican Party, while the poorest areas in the middle support the Democratic Party.
This is the U.S. political system, and the Capitol is also the place where the most people gather to protest... (To be continued.)
Chapter 932: Targeted by the CIA
Jiang Hai and Prue Walton walked along, and at first, everything was fine, just like a park. The greenery was good, and although it was winter, the air was quite fresh. There were no particularly beautiful sights along the way, but nothing seemed out of place either.
However, after reaching the Capitol Building, the scene suddenly changed. Two cordon lines were set up at the Capitol Building entrance.
One was for vehicles, and one was for pedestrians. Within the cordoned-off area, there were sections where many people gathered, holding various placards and shouting loudly. Police officers and the like gathered in the distance, but they were clearly used to it, so they just stood there chatting, occasionally glancing over to prevent anyone from crossing the line. Jiang Hai was very familiar with these actions—protests. America and China differ in one aspect: their understanding of protests. In China, protests are called illegal gatherings causing trouble.
The leaders would be arrested. Cough, of course, it could also be called… going up… to the roof? Well, that would also lead to arrest.
But in America, protests are almost commonplace. Eating, sleeping, and protesting are leisure activities for many Americans.
Because in America, protesting is genuinely a simple matter. Look at the government buildings in various states and cities; there are always people holding signs in protest. Of course, if you cross the cordon line, that's another story. Sitting in silence or shouting there, no one will bother you. Americans often protest about all sorts of things, and the variety is endless.
Some even protest about illegal things. For example, Jiang Hai saw quite a few… for instance, advocating for the legalization of professional sex workers. Currently, in the United States, only Nevada, where Las Vegas is located, explicitly legalizes professional sex work. Other states consider it illegal.
However, many loopholes are exploited. For example, in California, nude dance clubs are allowed, and nude women can perform lap dances for customers with no physical contact, but monetary transactions are not permitted.
So, essentially, these are all gray areas, which is why many sex workers come daily to demand its legalization.
They also earn money and put their bodies on the line, so why can't it be legal? Sometimes, some extremists even run out naked and get arrested by the police. Such incidents are not uncommon… Besides that, there are many other slogans, for example, legalizing marijuana, because it's already legal in the Netherlands.
There were also black people holding signs saying that the sentencing for black people should be different from that of white people, because it's part of their racial culture.
And white people holding signs saying to kick people of color out of America. Jiang Hai was curious, wouldn't they get beaten up?
There were also signs about Jewish people, and a gathering of Chinese people saying that the social status of Chinese people was not high and so on.
It was a chaotic mix, divided into over a dozen sections, with all sorts of slogans, but the police wouldn't intervene. This is a characteristic of America: freedom of speech. If you were in America and cursed a black person to their face, calling them a 'nigger,' or cursed an Asian person, calling them a 'yellow-skinned monkey,' such targeted words would be a crime of racial discrimination.
However, if you write these words on a board and protest with it, no one will bother you, because you are not singling out a specific person.
That's how America is: they don't intervene when one group attacks another group; it's only a crime when one individual attacks another. After a glance, Jiang Hai curled his lips and left. He had no affection for these idle, overly full individuals.
After passing the Capitol Building, Jiang Hai and his companions arrived at the Washington Monument.
The Washington Monument was built to commemorate George Washington, the first President of the United States. Construction began in 1833, but due to the Civil War, it was halted for twenty-two years, resuming in 1876.
It was completed in 1884 and has since become a landmark building in the United States. The entire monument is an obelisk.
You can take an elevator up from inside, or climb, and through eight small windows, you can see the entire city of Washington, as well as Virginia, Maryland, and the Potomac River.
The inner walls of the monument are inlaid with 188 memorial stones donated by private individuals, organizations, and various countries around the world. One of them, in Chinese, was donated by the former Qing government, but these are all encyclopedic facts, which Jiang Hai just mentioned casually.
Anyway, he wasn't interested in these things. After walking to the Washington Monument, Jiang Hai and Prue Walton found a place to sit and rest for a while. They had no interest in climbing it; looking at it from outside and taking a photo was enough.
However, just as Jiang Hai and Prue Walton were about to leave for their last attraction, the Lincoln Memorial, Azalina suddenly appeared from a distance. Prue Walton also knew Azalina, so seeing her now was a bit surprising.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Hai looked at Azalina with some confusion as she approached. She had been out of sight until now, so her sudden appearance must mean something was amiss.
"Someone is following you." Azalina said quietly, glancing at Jiang Hai. Hearing this, both Jiang Hai and Prue Walton frowned. Someone following them was definitely not good news, because it couldn't be paparazzi or anything like that. They weren't celebrities or politicians, so they naturally wouldn't attract professional journalists.
So, the people following them must have a specific reason. Whether these people wanted their money, intended to kidnap them, or had other motives, being followed was certainly not good news.
"How many of them are there?" Jiang Hai asked Azalina, while Prue Walton subtly dialed a number on her phone. Soon, two men in black suits who had been keeping their distance walked over. They were Prue Walton's bodyguards, so Azalina's statement obviously wasn't referring to them.
"About ten people, I'd say. From their appearance, they don't look like kidnappers; they seem more like government agents." Hearing Jiang Hai's question, Azalina also frowned. She wasn't sure what government agents would want with Jiang Hai. Did they want the secret of Jiang Hai's pasture grass? That seemed unlikely, considering Jiang Hai was no longer someone the government could easily push around.
Especially with an heir to the Walmart family, a global retail giant, present.
"It looks like our sightseeing plans for today will have to be temporarily suspended." Jiang Hai said with a smile, looking at Prue Walton. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Prue Walton shrugged, not bothered by it. Then, everyone quickly walked towards where their car was parked; this was no time for pretense.
"The target has spotted us, initiate action!" Watching Jiang Hai and his group quickly leave, those who had been following them from a distance exchanged a few words. Then, two people appeared in front of Jiang Hai's group, walking directly towards them on the path. However, before they could get close, Prue Walton's two bodyguards already had one hand on their guns and the other signaling the approaching pair to stop. If they didn't stop, the bodyguards would take action.
"Don't be impulsive, we are from the CIA. We are here to speak with Mr. Jiang Hai about some matters." Seeing the actions of the two bodyguards, they certainly didn't want anything inappropriate to happen in this bustling area, so they immediately stated.
"CIA?" Hearing the organization often seen in movies, Jiang Hai frowned. Even if they wanted his ranch or the secret of his pasture grass, what did that have to do with the CIA? Does the Central Intelligence Agency also manage livestock matters?
"Let them come over." Thinking this, Jiang Hai said to the two bodyguards in front of him. After hearing Jiang Hai's words, the two bodyguards looked at Prue Walton. Seeing Prue Walton nod, they stepped aside, allowing the two CIA agents to approach. After approaching, both showed their identification. Jiang Hai couldn't see what was written on them, but he could tell the photos were indeed of the two men. Jiang Hai's brows furrowed.
"If you're federal agents, then I don't understand. Why were you following us? If there's something, just come out and say it openly." Jiang Hai said seriously as the two men put away their credentials.
"Heh, that's just one of our habits, sorry. The main reason we're here to see you this time is because of something in California." The two men knew that the individuals in front of them were not to be trifled with. According to their files, Jiang Hai had billions, even tens of billions, in assets, and Prue Walton was from the Walmart family. If there was a real conflict, their superiors would probably make them scapegoats. Are you kidding? Causing trouble for Jiang Hai? It's not that easy!
"California?" Hearing his words, Jiang Hai frowned. He didn't know what the man was referring to—the gold mine incident or the asylum incident? Now, both seemed quite troublesome… "Yes, California. More specifically, it concerns someone: Bruce Davis." Seeing Jiang Hai's gaze, the two men exchanged a look. One of them looked at Jiang Hai and said seriously. Hearing his words, Jiang Hai's expression remained unchanged, but his heart sank. If it was about Bruce Davis, Jiang Hai was sure it must be related to the Antarctic Project.
Thinking of this, Jiang Hai couldn't help but blame himself. If he had gone to Antarctica immediately after learning about the Antarctic Project, he might have already returned by now. But now that the American authorities had come knocking, this matter was truly difficult to handle! (To be continued.)
Chapter 933: What Can You Do to Me?
"If anything happens, remember to call me!" At the entrance of Jiang Hai Hotel, Pula Walton said earnestly to Jiang Hai. As they had just discussed, although they were not in a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, they were closer than most.
Pula Walton owed her current success to Jiang Hai, so whether for personal or professional reasons, she would never allow anything to happen to him.
"Don't worry, I'm not made of mud. These people can't handle me." Jiang Hai chuckled lightly in front of the three people and said calmly. Hearing what Jiang Hai said, the three of them couldn't help but smile awkwardly.
As for whether they were cursing Jiang Hai, the rich man, in their hearts, that remained unknown.
"Okay, I understand, be careful!" After hearing Jiang Hai's words, Pula Walton also smiled and then left with her bodyguards. As for Jiang Hai, after glancing at the three people beside him, he made a gesture of invitation.
In fact, earlier, when they called out the name Bruce David, Jiang Hai knew where the mistake was.
The mistake was with that person. Although he was insane, after Jiang Hai asked him about Antarctica, he didn't kill him but left directly. In his opinion, since the goal had been achieved, there was no need to commit more killings.
But he forgot that what Bruce David told him, he would also tell others.
This mistake exposed him to the eyes of these people. For a moment, he was indeed a little flustered.
However, he immediately cursed himself, 'What's there to panic about? What's there to be afraid of?'
Do you think this is China? Whatever the government says about a secret, that's what it is. This is America, and he is the privileged class. If he doesn't speak, what can these people do to him? On the contrary, he might even be able to extract some information from these people. After all, Bruce David's information was decades old, and he was already insane, so some details might be unclear. But there must be specific operational details and data in the United States. If he could get these, it would save him a lot of trouble.
So he directly called for someone who could make decisions and returned to the hotel where he was staying with them.
After entering the room, Azalina and Wallis Shelley stood on either side behind Jiang Hai, while Jiang Hai sat directly in the middle of the suite's sofa, looking at the three people in front of him, without offering them a seat or a drink.
Fortunately, these people didn't care about Jiang Hai's attitude. Two of his subordinates specifically brought a chair for their superior to sit on.
Their superior had already introduced himself when he arrived. His name was Louis Kazard, the Deputy Director of the Directorate of Operations.
The Central Intelligence Agency's main head is naturally the director, who is also the Director of Central Intelligence, responsible for all intelligence activities in the United States.
In addition, there are four main components, each led by a Deputy Director: the Directorate of Administration, the Directorate of Operations, the Directorate of Science and Technology, and the Directorate of Intelligence. These are the four main components.
Louis Kazard was the Deputy Director of the Directorate of Operations, ranking among the top twenty in the intelligence agency.
"Mr. Jiang, let's not beat around the bush. I'll ask directly, and please answer seriously. What is your purpose in asking about the Antarctic plan?" Louis Kazard said sternly, looking at Jiang Hai.
But unfortunately, hearing his words, Jiang Hai did not speak, only looked at him with a half-smile.
"Ahem, Mr. Jiang, please answer directly." Seeing Jiang Hai remain silent, Louis Kazard was stunned for a moment, then looked at Jiang Hai seriously. But Jiang Hai still didn't speak. Seeing his somewhat anxious look, after a long while, Jiang Hai finally put down his hand and looked at Louis Kazard in front of him with an amused expression.
"I think you've got one thing wrong. I am not your prisoner. What are you here for? If you're interrogating a prisoner, the door is over there. Please close the door on your way out, and when you come back, bring an arrest warrant, and I will notify my lawyer." Jiang Hai said seriously, looking at Louis Kazard. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, the man was choked.
"Ahem, of course, it's just for questioning." Hearing what Jiang Hai said, Louis Kazard hesitated, and said with a slight embarrassment, an arrest warrant? Don't be ridiculous. In the United States, it's not easy to apply for an arrest warrant against an ordinary person; solid evidence is required. And to arrest a billionaire? Are you not awake yet!
It has been said that this is a world based on money. Jiang Hai now has money, fame, and influence.
It's important to know that the CIA and Google have a cooperative relationship, they are equals, and Jiang Hai is the eleventh natural person shareholder of Google.
Want to arrest Jiang Hai? If something went wrong, that would be one thing, but if nothing went wrong, simply removing him would not be enough to quell the anger of those in charge.
So, facing Jiang Hai's almost accusatory words, he had to soften his tone.
"Questioning must look like questioning. You are asking me, not the other way around, understand? Tone, tone determines everything!" Jiang Hai directly interrupted Louis Kazard's subsequent words, pointing at him impolitely.
Taking a deep breath, Louis Kazard calmed himself down and a smile reappeared on his face.
"Then, Mr. Jiang, could you please tell me if you have any interest in the Antarctic plan?" Looking at Jiang Hai, he almost gritted his teeth as he spoke the above words. Such a rich man, such a privileged class, was truly annoying.
"Yes, I do have some interest in the Antarctic plan." Jiang Hai was equally direct, looking at Louis Kazard.
"Oh? And what is your purpose?" Hearing Jiang Hai's confirmation, Louis Kazard's eyes lit up.
"No particular purpose. I'm just interested in these things. Whether Antarctica has Nazi bases, the Bermuda Triangle, pyramids, dinosaurs, whatever, I'm interested in all of it. The first thing I did when I came to America was visit a dinosaur museum." But unfortunately, his eyes were destined to be meaningless, because Jiang Hai's subsequent words choked him up again.
"Uh, haha, Mr. Jiang really loves to joke." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, he couldn't help but laugh awkwardly, his face looking a bit grim.
"No, I'm telling the truth. Early on, I read a book about the Nazis, written by you Americans, which recorded some details of that Antarctic expedition. So I became quite interested. Once, when I was in Boston with Paul Pierce, oh, the NBA star, we went to a nightclub and saw a bartender. She told me some things about this, and also said that Bruce David told her. So I remembered it and had my people look into it, only to find out he was insane. Later, I went to Los Angeles to play, and I wanted to ask him, and then you know what happened." Jiang Hai said, with nine parts truth and one part fabrication, looking at Louis Kazard.
He wasn't lying; over ninety-five percent of the information was true.
However, he didn't mention his ultimate goal, and this was something he absolutely could not reveal.
"Ahem, is that really all there is to it?" Listening to Jiang Hai's detailed account, a hint of doubt flashed in Louis Kazard's eyes. He still didn't believe Jiang Hai; it was hard to imagine someone going to such lengths, even breaking into a mental hospital, purely out of interest. However, Jiang Hai's words were quite precise, as many of the details he mentioned could be verified.
For example, the time Jiang Hai saw the book, Paul Pierce, and that bartender—if they wanted to find these things, they could. If they truly found them, it would prove that Jiang Hai wasn't lying, or that there was some secret he knew that they didn't. One had to admit that this person's mind was truly sharp, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out what it was.
"You can think what you want, but honestly, there's no use in me searching anymore. If you could give me some information, I might even give up, who knows. Of course, I wouldn't take it for free. I hear our government departments don't have the best benefits, and I still have some money I can donate." Jiang Hai said with a chuckle, looking at the man.
Actually, secrets aren't that valuable to the United States; they have plenty of them.
Some top families, for instance, know whatever the U.S. military knows.
So, secrets are just that to them, as long as they aren't leaked to civilians, it doesn't matter.
As for Jiang Hai, his identity was indeed somewhat special, because his file stated that he had once helped broker a connection between China and Dubai, so they were truly at a loss as to his specific relationship with China.
It was impossible to trust Jiang Hai completely, but constantly doubting him also seemed to be against their interests.
"This, I'll go back and ask for instructions. If there's nothing else, then you should rest first!" Seeing that Jiang Hai really seemed to be just interested in this matter, Louis Kazard also stood up. Since he couldn't use force and couldn't get any information out of him, he decided to leave. This matter was definitely not as simple as it seemed; they needed to think long-term.
"Please!" Hearing his words, Jiang Hai also smiled, signaling that he could leave.
"Boss, it's all my fault for being useless. I still haven't found any specific information." After the three men left, Azalina and Wallis Shelley walked around the room with detectors, and after discarding five listening devices, Wallis Shelley collapsed weakly into Jiang Hai's arms, saying somewhat helplessly. (To be continued.)