Chapter 69

Secrets, Sacrifices, and Aspirations

"Charlie Lee, it seems you have built quite a reputation in America," Mei Lanfang stepped forward from the crowd, his calm demeanor reflecting his refined nature.

"It's all a matter of perception, Mei," Charlie Lee replied modestly, gesturing toward a quieter area. "May we talk in private?"

"Certainly." Sensing the seriousness in Charlie Lee's tone, Mei Lanfang nodded in agreement.

Without attracting attention, they moved into a small meeting room while Charlie Lee's personal bodyguard discreetly positioned himself at the door.

Outside, a small group of well-dressed Chinese guests began murmuring among themselves.

"See? Men of his stature never go anywhere without bodyguards. That's how it should be," one man remarked.

"Tsk, I didn't even notice them earlier," another said, astonished.

"Look over there," a young man pointed subtly toward the walls.

They noticed silent bodyguards stationed near the stone pillars, blending seamlessly into the background. Upon further observation, they realized every corner of the banquet hall was similarly guarded. Their collective realization led to a ripple of impressed sighs.

Inside the meeting room, Charlie Lee lit a cigar and extended it toward Mei Lanfang.

"How about trying something fresh?" Charlie Lee offered.

"That would be disrespectful," Mei replied with a small smile, shaking his head politely.

Although he did not smoke, Mei Lanfang was no stranger to cigars, having often interacted with prominent figures.

Charlie Lee leaned back and got straight to the point. "I've invited you here, Mei, to discuss two critical matters." He tossed the cigar stub into the ashtray, his gaze following the glowing embers thoughtfully.

"Please, go ahead," Mei Lanfang said solemnly, sensing the gravity of the conversation.

"I've received intelligence from RB (Japan). The influence of hawkish factions within their government is growing rapidly. The cabinet has fallen under their control, and they're orchestrating plans that will change the fate of our nation."

Charlie Lee's voice lowered. "Though the specifics remain unclear, their ultimate goal is the full-scale occupation of the three eastern provinces. They're planning to install a puppet emperor and establish a puppet government."

Mei Lanfang's face turned pale as the gravity of the revelation struck him. The cigar in his hand trembled, and a few ashes fell onto his robe.

"I hope you can act as a messenger, Mei," Charlie Lee continued. "Deliver this information to the commander as soon as possible. I'm also pledging $20 million—$10 million each through Chase Bank and Citibank—to support the anti-Japanese effort."

Charlie Lee's resolve was unwavering. He believed this sum could bolster Zhang Shaoshuai's eastern garrison into the Republic of China's most formidable force.

However, Mei Lanfang shook his head bitterly. "It's futile."

"What do you mean?" Charlie Lee asked, stunned by the unexpected response.

"Even if you donated mountains of gold and silver, it wouldn't make a difference," Mei said with a pained expression. "Shao Shuai… he's consumed by opium."

Two simple words—opium addiction—were enough to devastate Charlie Lee. His upright posture slumped as though the weight of the world had fallen upon his shoulders.

Charlie Lee had seen the horrors of addiction firsthand and heard countless tales of its devastation. The realization that a key figure was ensnared by it left him deeply disheartened.

When Charlie Lee emerged from the meeting room, his expression was grim. He made a polite arrangement to meet Mei Lanfang again at the Chicago Grand Theater and left with his companions, Lawrence and Zhao Yaozhong.

That evening, back at his luxury suite, Charlie Lee attempted to suppress his frustration. He knew his limitations—he was no military genius nor a revolutionary savior. Despite his immense wealth and influence, there were battles he could not fight.

"Brother Zhao," Charlie Lee said, addressing Zhao Yaozhong, "I'm planning to establish a cutting-edge laboratory focused on aviation research. Would you be interested in leading it?"

Zhao Yaozhong, caught between the call of his homeland and the opportunity to advance his career abroad, hesitated.

Sensing his inner conflict, Charlie Lee reassured him. "Brother Zhao, your studies come first. When the time comes for you to return home, I won't stop you. But hosting this laboratory will enhance your expertise and contribute to technological progress."

After a moment of contemplation, Zhao's resolve hardened. "All right, it's a deal. I'll take on this responsibility."

Relieved and elated, Charlie Lee stood up. "We must celebrate!"

He headed to the bar and retrieved two bottles of QD beer, tossing one to Lawrence, who barely caught it.

"Hey, Charlie Lee, don't discriminate based on race!" Lawrence protested with mock indignation, but his grin betrayed his amusement.

"Want to make money?" Charlie Lee quipped.

"Of course," Lawrence replied instantly, switching to an overly enthusiastic tone and throwing an arm around Charlie Lee's shoulder.

Zhao, amused by their banter, took a sip of the beer and smiled. "This beer is truly sweet!"

The next morning, Charlie Lee personally saw Zhao off to California, ensuring he would have all the resources and support needed to finish his degree and prepare for his future role in the laboratory.

Upon returning to Chicago, Charlie Lee wasted no time. "Keep a close eye on Zhao Yaozhong and assist him with anything he needs," he instructed his staff.

Later that evening, Ben, one of Charlie Lee's trusted aides, brought him an update. "Boss, McDonald's will be ready by tonight. The franchisees have decided to open on February 1."

Charlie Lee frowned. "February 1? Can we reschedule?"

"According to them, February 1 is the third day of the Spring Festival, a lucky day," Ben explained.

"Ah, the Spring Festival!" Charlie Lee exclaimed, suddenly remembering its importance.

Preparations were already underway in District 22. Huang An, a community leader, had arranged opera performances, lion dances, and small gifts for the celebration. Charlie Lee decided to join in the festivities, knowing how much it would mean to the local Chinese community.

Before heading out, Ben presented Charlie Lee with a gift—a Parker Century pen, its agate-red body gleaming under the light.

"Thank you, Ben. I love it," Charlie Lee said earnestly, slipping the pen into his pocket as a cherished keepsake.