The starting system is awesome. Sorry, I am invincible.

Qin Chuan frowned slightly, Americans, except for the Wall Street gang.

I don’t seem to recognize the others.

However, he still chose to answer the phone.

Maybe the other party is calling to wish me New Year's greetings.

Qin Chuan answered the phone, but there was no sound immediately from the other end of the phone.

But the other party communicated through silent expressions, a few breaths, and a few nasal sounds.

Through the mobile phone and the wireless signal, he perfectly displayed his arrogance, rudeness and defiant attitude to Qin Chuan.

This surprised Qin Chuan, a seventh-level expert.

Could it be that the other party is a strong martial artist, someone of the same level as me?

Can you put pressure on the other party through phone signals?

Qin Chuan was vaguely aware that the person on the other end of the phone was the most troublesome person he had ever encountered.

He kept silent, did not speak, did not speak first.

Stay unchanged in response to all changes and wait for the other party to take action.

Tens of seconds later, a sneer sounded on the phone, followed by the sound of someone clearing their throat and coughing.

"Are you Qin Chuan?"

The other party asked in standard American English.

Qin Chuan also answered in fluent American English.

"It's me. Who are you?"

The other party introduced himself arrogantly, "I am the Secretary of State of the United States, James Lincoln."

"Secretary of State of the United States?"

Qin Chuan was slightly surprised, but then relieved.

Since the other party is the Secretary of State of the United States, we can understand why he can convey such an arrogant atmosphere through his mobile phone.

No senior American official has his nostrils turned upward toward the outside world.

Qin Chuan knew that the position of State Secretary was mainly responsible for the foreign affairs of the United States.

"What do you have to do with me?"

Qin Chuan's question did not receive an immediate response from James Lincoln.

On the phone, a woman's voice rang.

"Mr. Secretary of State, would you like the coffee with milk?"

"More milk, thank you."

Two insignificant lines of dialogue show that James Lincoln does not take Qin Chuan seriously at all.

When talking to Qin Chuan, he communicated in a condescending and overlooking manner.

During this period, he also joked with the assistant who came to pour the coffee. His attitude was frivolous and fit the image of an American.

Grunt...grunt...grunt...

After James Lincoln took a few sips of coffee, he continued unhurriedly.

"We already know what you did in Great Britain. You shorted their entire stock market and may have made hundreds of billions of dollars in just a few days."

"So, are you calling me to congratulate me?" Qin Chuan asked back

"Congratulations? I think Mr. Qin made a mistake."

"What did I do wrong?"

"On this planet, only we, the United States, have the right to impose economic sanctions on other countries."

"Really?"

"Mr. Qin! I'm not kidding you! You have crossed the line!"

"so what?"

"Our President is very angry! The consequences will be serious!"

"If you're calling me because you want to recite movie lines to me, then I'm hanging up."

"you..."

"I don't have time to talk nonsense with a small role like you. Besides, this is no longer the era of the Eight-Power Allied Forces. Put away your villainous face. I feel disgusted even through the phone. A mere State Secretary has to be replaced after four years of service. What qualifications do you have as a temporary worker to scream in front of me?"

James Lincoln was confused...

He had never been criticized like this in his life. Even if he had, he was from a high-level official in the United States.

Like ordinary leaders of small countries, when they see him, they have to kneel down and lick him.

There was dead silence on the other end of the phone. James Lincoln took a long time to calm down and said with suppressed anger.

"On behalf of the United States, I now formally order you..."

Before James Lincoln could finish speaking, Qin Chuan responded directly.

"Who are you, who have the right to order me?"

"Qinchuan, you must stop your short selling of Great Britain immediately!"

"It's okay for me to stop. I've given them conditions. As long as they do it, I can stop shorting immediately."

"Except for the king's abdication, I can promise you everything else."

James Lincoln himself was in a trance when he said this.

He represents the most powerful country in the world, the United States.

Originally, he came to the negotiation with the attitude of not agreeing to any of the three conditions.

Unexpectedly, the result was just a contest of a few words.

Unconsciously, he backed down and allowed two of the conditions to be fulfilled.

According to James Lincoln, the cultural relics that had been forcibly taken from China should be returned.

This condition is simply a slap in the face of the Western master.

But there is no way. The order given by the president is to keep the king.

If the cultural relics are returned, they can be snatched back later.

Anyway, the ancestors did it this way, and it is normal for the descendants to do it again.

"Not even one thing is enough!" Qin Chuan scolded sternly.

James Lincoln didn't expect that the other party would be so tough.

The United States has backed down from any negotiation before, and now it's a huge honor to agree to two terms.

He even slapped his nose on his face.

"Qin Chuan! This is your last chance. If you insist on having your own way..."

"James Lincoln, are you teaching me how to do things? Do you know who the person who taught me how to do things last time was?"

"who is it?"

"King Charles III of Great Britain! By the way, there is also Claude of the Gaosheng Financial Group!"

James Lincoln was shocked, feeling a foreigner for the first time.

In terms of momentum, they all crushed him.

For the first time, he felt a little flustered and a little scared by being coerced by a foreigner.

Although my heart was extremely shocked.

But James Lincoln was, after all, the Secretary of State of the most powerful country in the world, the United States.

The Secretary of State of the United States is a person who can destroy a small country with just his words.

"Sonofbitch!"

James Lincoln couldn't help it and uttered a curse word.

Qin Wenzheng, who was silently beside Qin Chuan, listened from beginning to end.

He didn't understand a word of what Sun Tzu was talking about or what dialect he spoke.

Ji Ranqing didn't know where he was going. He was not in the house and there was no one to translate for him.

However, the old man is sure that his grandson is not speaking Italian.

Because it didn't say Mamma Mia...

Seeing his grandson frowning with anger as he spoke, the old man was extremely worried.

Damn it, who is calling? Look, my grandson is so angry...

If I didn't understand what you're talking about, I would have scolded you to death.

Qin Wenzheng was indignant until James Lincoln spewed out.

"Sonofbitch!"

Qin Wenzheng's eyes lit up instantly.

"Don't eat the sour radish?!"

Good guy.

It turns out you are speaking English.

Qin Wenzheng didn't say anything and started directly, using the greetings he learned in Douyin when meeting foreign friends.

He just outputted words into the microphone of Qin Chuan's mobile phone.

"Fake Squid! Fake your mother! Fake your whole family! Fake your grandfather! Fake your grandma! Fake you..."

The old man's scolding made Qin Chuan dumbfounded.

"grandfather..."

"Xiaochuan, I know you are gentle and can't lose face. Even when you are angry, you still maintain your gentlemanly demeanor. But since this little grandson bullies you, grandpa must earn your face back!"

After Mr. Qin finished speaking, he continued to spray...

The old man is an unbeatable person, accurate to everyone on the James Lincoln family tree.

In a blink of an eye, he greeted three generations of the other party's ancestors by name...