Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

The others' hearts trembled, despair in their eyes, and they blamed each other: "It's all the Secretary-General's fault. Why did he send Wei Ye there when he knew so many secrets?"

"Sending this kind of person over there is like handing a knife to the Chinese for free. Now we are becoming the target of public criticism."

The Secretary-General frowned and said impatiently, "Enough. What does this have to do with me? As a negotiating ambassador, how can I negotiate if I know nothing about these things?"

"Besides, it was all decided by a vote in the beginning. If something goes wrong, I can't be the only one to bear the responsibility!"

The president felt like his head was about to explode as he listened to them arguing.

He picked up the coffee cup and smashed it directly on the ground. As the sound of porcelain breaking was heard, everyone was startled and turned around to look.

When he met the president's murderous gaze, he immediately shut his mouth, lowered his head and dared not say a word. Cold sweat slid down his cheeks. He felt overwhelmed when he thought about the problems he had to solve.

"Hoohoo, someone come, go see how Mr. Wu is doing."

Not long after, a man came in and whispered, "To answer your question, Mr. Wu has... died from the backlash. His apprentice said that there is a very powerful master in China."

"Mr. Wu's black magic was broken, and he himself was killed by the backlash. As for his two disciples, they said they wanted to leave the United States and go to other countries."

Everyone was silent. The president's body was trembling slightly. He looked at Wei Ye in the live broadcast room and closed his eyes. He just knew that this matter was doomed.

If they don't redeem the person quickly, and he continues to talk nonsense in the live broadcast room, the international image that the United States has built up over the years will completely collapse.

He slowly exhaled and said in a deep voice, "Contact the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs. We need to negotiate with them. As long as Wei Ye is released, you can ask for any conditions."

"This incident is the responsibility of the United States, but we need to push one person to take the blame. We should keep the genetic project hidden until the situation calms down."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

After receiving the call, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs breathed a sigh of relief and officially entered the negotiation stage. The United States did not dare to say much and continued to make concessions to reach an agreement.

Two million in compensation to all Chinese victims, all subsequent medical treatment for the survivors to be borne by the United States, a public apology for the compensation to China, a 30% reduction in trade tariffs, and no changes within ten years...

After all the other minor conditions were agreed upon, both parties signed and took Wei away. I thought that was the end of it, but unexpectedly, Wei was unwilling to leave.

Wei was trembling all over, his face full of resistance towards the people from the US Embassy, ​​and he waved his hands repeatedly: "No, I don't want to go back. If I go back, Mr. Wu will kill me. I will die."

Chen Hong's eyes flickered, and he said perfunctorily, "Mr. Wei Ye, we have already reached an agreement with the United States. You don't have Chinese nationality, so you shouldn't stay here any longer."

"I, I want to see that master, okay? I know that when my heart was aching just now, someone must have been trying to save me. As long as you are willing to save me, I am willing to tell you anything."

The ambassador stared at him with a gloomy expression and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Weiye, your Excellency asked me to take you back. Don't you want to be reunited with your family?"

"I guess you're frightened this time, that's why you're talking nonsense. The hospital said you need treatment for your mental illness. Come back with me and get treated."

Wei also heard the threat in the words and his expression became even more painful.

"No, I can't go back. You'll kill me if I go back. Please, Mr. Chen, I want to see that master. Any conditions are acceptable as long as he's willing to save me."

The ambassador looked over with an inquiring look.

Chen Hong smiled and said slowly, "Mr. Weiye, you misunderstood. I don't understand what you are saying. There is no such thing as a master here. You must have had an illusion because you didn't get enough rest."

"It was angina pectoris before. You need to rest well when you go back. Don't let your mind wander."

"No, no, I could feel him standing behind me. He must have saved me. Otherwise, Mr. Wu wouldn't have killed other national leaders..."

Before Wei could finish his words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"Since Mr. Chen said no, then there is no. Let's get out of here quickly."

Chen Hong watched him leave, his face darkening, his eyes flashing with a sharpness. "Someone, go check and find out if any leaders of other countries have behaved like Wei Ye in the past ten years."

"Sudden death from heart attack. There must be some sorcerers secretly working in the US. This doesn't seem like a coincidence. I'll go ask the master."

"Go and investigate as soon as possible and report the evidence."

Su Chen heard the door open and turned to look over: "Mr. Chen, is everything settled?"

Chen Hong smiled and said politely, "It has been resolved. I just have a little doubt. Master Su, could you tell me about it?"

"Well, if you ask, I will tell you everything I can. If it involves the secrets of heaven, I can't tell you. Mr. Chen, don't ask me. I don't want to be retaliated against."

"Okay, I understand."

"Mr. Wei Ye suddenly had heart pain earlier. Was it due to physical reasons, or was there a sorcerer behind the scenes?"

Su Chen thought of the black fog and said seriously, "It's not a sorcerer, it's a sorcerer. That's something even scarier than sorcery."

"As long as there's blood from the person's hair, you can cast a spell on them to control their life or death, as well as their behavior. It can be said that they've been cast under a black magic spell."

"If you don't crack it, you'll be a puppet in this life."

Chen Hong's expression changed, and he whispered, "Then could you please, Master Su, take a look at us all, and the other leaders as well, to see if anyone has been cursed?"