Chapter 2203 - 2203:

Because Niu Duruo's identity is special, and his relationship with Great East Pot is also quite unique, the matter got reported up the chain very quickly.

One by one, the top leaders of each level were woken up in the dead of night, shocked beyond words.

Everyone knew that recently, Niu Duruo was having an especially hard time. And the orders from above were very clear: for now, don't bother with him, don't contact him. Any protection he asks for, don't engage or agree to.

But who would have thought that this guy, all on his own, would sneak into a cargo plane and land directly in Great East Pot.

Great East Pot's cargo plane indeed was fulfilling a freight contract, airlifting some fruits and seafood for special classes of people from Venezuela!

The politics in Venezuela were a mess, on the brink of collapse, but it didn't affect its civilian companies trading with Great East Pot.

Behind those civilian companies, aren't they the vested interest groups? How could those vested interest groups not be within Niu Duruo's network, or in other words, one of the industries he himself has a share in!

So Niu Duruo sneaking onto a cargo plane to come here really was too easy of a task.

Given his current political predicament, it was always possible the United States would get rid of him, so he was desperate, with no way to call for help, no one to turn to.

Even the Evil Luo Country, which took lots of his money but gave him some junk military products, had once boasted it would provide strong protection. In the end, Evil Luo got beaten badly in Kekistan, struggling to manage its own affairs, let alone having time to care for him?

In this final moment, he could only take a gamble. He personally landed in Great East Pot, hoping this noble land of etiquette could save his life!

In his eyes, the only one now capable of pressuring the United States is the far superior Great East Pot.

But little does he know, his arrival has truly put Great East Pot on the spot!

The leaders at each level were all anxious, eager to recognize Niu Duruo's status, but reluctant to admit it. This won't do, and that won't do either; all they could do was wait on the higher-ups for a final decision.

Three hours later, at 1 a.m., the news reached Gu Changsha.

Initially, Comrade Gu Changsha was still lost in his own pleasures.

His abode of comfort offered endless choices. Reaching his position, ah, what could he not have?

Of course, the more he had, the more he lost. He felt more lonely than before.

With one breathtaking moment, Gu Changsha's aging body completely collapsed, leaving only the sound of his heavy breathing, like an old, worn-out ox, wheezy.

He lay there like a pile of saggy flesh; although sparkling clean, the elderly scent still disgustingly lingered, making the young woman beside him quite uncomfortable.

Sigh...

The woman had no choice but to endure it—after all, he was the Heavenly King, wasn't he?

Gu Changsha's breathing had calmed a bit, and a weariness washed over him.

He really was old, not up to par anymore; after the deed, he was unusually tired, and was already beginning to snore quietly.

But a piercing ringtone suddenly erupted from a drawer beside his bed.

Gu Changsha instantly sprang up like a clockwork doll, rejuvenated with vitality.

This wasn't just any ring tone but the important state affairs ringtone.

Such calls could reach him at any crucial moment.

Gu Changsha immediately turned over, grabbed the red-and-white important phone, and his massive flesh swiftly moved into the adjacent study room.

He lay there naked, on the sofa, and answered a call from a leader who was next in line for handling international matters.

Upon receiving the call, Gu Changsha, who still seemed weary, suddenly sparked with energy, bursting into curses.

"That bastard, really such a piece of garbage! At such a critical time, he sneaked in like this? That scoundrel, is he afraid things aren't chaotic enough, does he think there's not enough to deal with in Great East Pot? Son of a bitch, he's sincerely roasting me over the fire, isn't he? Why don't you just tell him to get lost? The further the better?!"

"Hehe... Gu Changsha, don't be angry, calm down! It's not worth getting upset over a drowning dog! This is, as you say, a major state affair, none of us can make a decision on it. That rascal is still at the airport police station being looked after! Only you have the final say in matters this huge. What's your take on this—do you want to see him?"

"What do I think? I'm damn tired right now, worrying about this and that every day—who has time to see him? Seeing him would be inviting trouble for myself, wouldn't it? The spies of Mr. Rice Pot, they're never-ending. If they knew I met Niu Duruo, wouldn't the Mi Guo people go crazy on me?"

"I have the same thought, but what excuse should we use? This still requires your guidance! We're all aware of how much effort you've put in for the nation, achieving unparalleled accomplishments throughout history!"

Damn, even the bigwigs flatter.

But Gu Changsha enjoyed it, liked hearing it, it made him feel good.

"Well, I haven't thought of a solution yet. Just tell them below that I'm already resting, and can't be reached; whatever comes up, it can be dealt with tomorrow. Let that Niu Duruo stay nicely at the airport police station, make sure he's well-fed and satisfied, just don't let him starve. I need to sleep, I'm truly too tired. Tomorrow, I'll think through this issue properly. Oh..."

As Gu Changsha said his piece, he thought of something else and added, "Get the people down there to ask what requests Niu Duruo has, make sure to find out tonight, and report back to me—I'll look it over tomorrow and make a decision."

"Okay, sure, take care, go get some rest!"

The call ended just like that, with Gu Changsha lying on the sofa, shaking his head, cursing, and he drifted off to sleep. When he woke up, he surprisingly had a cold—ah, getting older, the body can't handle all this anymore…

Meanwhile, orders were quickly disseminated down the line, reaching all the way to the airport police station.

Comrade Gu Changsha was resting, not to be disturbed by anyone, unreachable, and any matters would have to wait until tomorrow—such words reached Niu Duruo.

At the same time, the top had instructed to find out what requests Niu Duruo had, to report the truth back so that by tomorrow, it would reach Comrade Gu Changsha.

Niu Duruo, now a pitiful stray dog, admired Gu Changsha—eating well, sleeping soundly, without a worry! Poor him, truly a fallen phoenix not as good as a chicken right now!

Immediately, he naturally expressed his requests and even frantically laid out his terms...