A few days later, things finally became clear. On the west side of the White House, there was a very wide and secluded office. Zhao Daxi and Assange were politely invited into the office by the White House guards, and then sat on the couch and waited patiently. The sound of chainsaw cutting wood could still be heard in the room next door. Obviously, this sensitive and important area on the west side of the White House was being renovated. When Zhao Daxi was sweating in his palm, Assange came over and said, "I can guarantee this room" turned out to be the joint office of the National Security Council in the White House." Zhao Daxi turned his head to look at him, and at first he was a little suspicious and soon felt relieved. The head of the website business department he used was very knowledgeable, and there were few things that Assange didn't know. Assange sniffed and smelled an unusual smell, and he became a little nervous.

The famous hacker came over and muttered: "Boss, things seem a bit unusual. It seems that this office is about to be cut off. This is something that is hard to imagine. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhao Daxi nodded knowingly, of course he understood. Those who have some brains know what kind of nature the NSA is. Manager Lu’s intention to invite him to meet here is very obvious.

Assange's low voice came again in his ears: "The only thing I can't understand is why this joint office was cut off, which is so puzzling."

Zhao Daxi was particularly clear at this time and replied casually: "It's very simple, because this office will be replaced by a newly formed unit.

Assange suddenly spoke in silence, and then exclaimed sincerely: "It should be like this, the boss is wise."

While he was speaking, the door of the room suddenly opened. The gentle and elegant Man Lu pushed the door from outside, reached out with a smile, and greeted the two distinguished guests for a while. A moment later, in an office on the west side of the White House, Man Lu showed his frank side again.

The gentle appearance and the gentle voice can easily attract favor from others: "The two are the first visitors after the renovation of this office. After Christmas, a new institution will be born in this office. There will be a new position in the White House Cyber ​​Security Office. The White House Cyber ​​Supervisor..." Sorry, that's all I can say."

Zhao Daxi couldn't help but cough lightly under the gaze of Mr. Lu on the opposite side, he became more calm. Under the invisible huge pressure, his mind became clearer. On the contrary, Assange, who was still calm just now, suddenly became nervous when he heard such a top-secret news.

Under pressure, Assange finally subconsciously said the wrong thing: "White House Internet Manager, who will be the candidate?"

Before he finished speaking, he knew he was wrong. After a moment of guilt, he quickly lowered his head and covered it up, and accidentally asked what he said in his heart.

But it was brought to Mr. Lu's more frank attitude: "The candidates are still being considered and screened, and I currently hold this position."

Assange subconsciously broke out in a cold sweat under the pressure of the White House General Manager's excessive honesty. Zhao Daxi was instead aroused ruthlessly and picked up the coffee from the table and handed it to him. Lu Peining was always staring at the two of them with a burning look. The three men inadvertently fought each other. Even the two White House guards guarding at the door of the office looked at each other and saw that there was something intent.

After a suffocating silence, General Manager Lu Sven finally showed a more relaxed smile on his face, and changed the topic: "Guard, please come in with Melissa."

A moment later, as a middle-aged blonde woman came in from outside, Assange felt that the pressure on her body suddenly became less, and she took a few sips of coffee before slowly calming down. Zhao Daxi was already screaming in her heart that he had doubted how a Chinese person had taken such a prominent position as the White House chief executive. Now the answer is clear. The invisible pressure released by this person's gentle words.

It really makes people feel like they are feeling uncomfortable. Although the character who is born with a genius looks gentle, he can easily make a ruthless character like Assange sweat and restless. The subtleties can only be understood but not expressed in words, which shows how capable this person is. The new blond beauty is about forty years old, and she has a completely different style of work, with a little shrewd and friendly gesture in her every move.

Especially this beautiful woman has blue eyes and feels indescribable intimacy when she speaks: "Julian Assange, the founder of WikiLeaks?"

Assange, who had just calmed down, was startled again and quickly put down his coffee cup and bowed slightly. The cold sweat that had just subsided was replaced by hot sweat and faced another invisible pressure.

Zhao Daxi was really afraid that he would lose his composure, so he quickly rescued him: "Madam, please forgive me, Zhou Zheng, for your statement, or rather, he is the editor-in-chief of WikiLeaks."

Zhao Daxi is naturally a hero in his lifetime. He easily resolved the aggressive questioning of the blonde beauty. A irrelevant and itchy sentence made Assange's pressure suddenly weakened a lot.

The beautiful blonde woman had to smile and asked softly:...I really want to know what the difference between the founder and the editor-in-chief?" Zhao Daxi naturally calmly responded to her. After careful consideration, she laughed: "Okay, it seems that there is no difference, haha..."

The beautiful blonde woman with a friendly and friendly laughter and the gentle and elegant General Manager Lu looked at each other, and had to laugh with him a few times to show politeness. After that, Zhao Daxi deliberately blocked Assange's side, blocked the pressure for the poor man, and was able to deal with it with it with ease. The four of them sat opposite each other and chatted for a while, and the topic slowly turned to General Manager Lu's trip to China next month, and the topic gradually became sensitive again.

The White House Chief Executive always couldn't hide his sharpness. He suddenly smiled and said during a chat: "In my opinion, the only obstacle that affected my trip to Beijing is the topic, Zhao, what topic should I talk about after seeing the Prime Minister so that the conversation process will be easier?" In a kind laugh, Zhao Daxi was certainly not a good guy to mess with. He answered seriously: "Baseball." Lu Peining first heard a look of surprise, and even the beautiful blonde woman showed a look of surprise on her face. Then the two of them couldn't bear to hunch and smiled knowingly at the same time, obviously very satisfied with Mr. Zhao's answer. The Prime Minister's favorite baseball was suddenly raised again, which made General Manager Lu suddenly deeply inspired, and the smile on his face finally became a little more sincere.

Two hours later, the White House entrance.

General Manager Lu and Ms. Melissa stood side by side, and finally shook hands and said goodbye to the two guests under the protection of the White House guards.

Before leaving, Lu Peining was still kind and grinned, "Zhao, to be honest, I really appreciate you very much that you want to be a friend with you, but I don't have much time because there are too many things waiting for me to deal with..."

Zhao Daxi also heard a big smile and reached out to hold it with him. He really admired this Chinese-American man, who is indeed a character.

Before leaving, Zhao Daxi finally couldn't help but show his edge and joked casually: "Mr. Lu, if it were you, the first thing I wanted to do was to recommend that the United States restore the death penalty. Haha, it can definitely save government expenses by half, and you will also have plenty of time to make friends..."

There was a little black humorous flavor between the words, but it contained a little profound truth, which made Lu Peining's face involuntarily show a surprised expression and couldn't help but think seriously. The Chinese compatriot who was younger than him in front of him, the deep philosophy contained in his words, the more he thought the more he felt that there was still a little truth, although it was just a joke of black humor.

11:00 a.m., Washington, DC.

Assange took off his blazer in the Mercedes-Benz and looked at his right hand that was trembling uncontrollably.

This powerful first-class hacker couldn't help but complain: "Melissa Heather, how could it be her who manages this newly established cybersecurity office? Kill me."

When Zhao Daxi heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head and laugh, but Xiao Feng couldn't help but turn his head to look at him: "Handsome guy, who are you talking about, that blonde and blue-eyed middle-aged woman?"

Assange was not at all joking and was still smiling bitterly: "Feng, your joke is not funny at all. Do you know who she is... Former joint agency network manager, former senior adviser to the intelligence director and network coordination executive, and senior adviser to the US Strategic Command, Pacific Command, CIA and the Intelligence Office of the Department of Defense. Do you still find it funny now?" Xiao Feng was shocked when he heard such amazing titles, turned his head and drove seriously and did not dare to speak. Under pressure, Zhao Daxi felt relaxed. On the day he spent a lot of money to buy the Facebook website to establish the Internet business unit, he had expected that this would be the result. Sooner or later, he would have to deal with these senior White House intelligence supervisors. He had seen more dangerous things than this, and he would not be afraid of it.

After I got home, I started chatting with people around me. Lin Haiyan and Zhu Yu, who were still in the United States, was also shocked.

Zhu Yu is also a person who always has a high opinion of himself, and he was also shocked: "This Lu Peining is really awesome. This kind of person is a politician who is born with strategy. This person looks gentle and elegant, and seems to have no lethality. He will never be lenient at critical moments."

The Zhao family's daughters also heard the great emotion. They were indeed the number one Chinese who could become the White House chief executive, but they really didn't blow it out.

Xu Yan and Xu followed up with emotion for a while, and couldn't help but mutter: "Look at what kind of tough characters they raise in the White House, they are more powerful than the other at a young age... Alas, look at the insignificant people like Li Zhongshu and Tan Erye in Beijing. They are really far from the sky and the ground."

After saying that, the Zhao family was filled with emotion. It was indeed a world of difference. Although it was difficult to accept, this was the fact.

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