President’s First Hell Meeting

West settled Chen Zhao with much difficulty.

For this, he even activated Quick Thinking and used all his persuasion tactics.

After he made a bunch of unreliable promises, Chen Zhao finally managed to accept.

The car parked before an abandoned two-story brick house. There was a puddle of black water before the door.

Chen Zhao got out of the car. When he'd first come to America, he'd lived in similar places.

But looking at this kind of building now, it hurt his eyes.

"It's really here?"

"Yes." West looked away.

There was a metal ladder on the side. They climbed up to the second floor.

The second floor was a single room divided by man-made fiberboards. The interior design was even simpler.

No. More accurately, it wasn't even furnished.

Alright, at least it was clean.

That was probably the only good part.

West brought Chen Zhao to the largest partition—the conference room.