He looked at Allen Zhang with shock again, "Can this kind of person really be a boss? And make money?"
"..."
Annoyed, Allen Zhang got out of the car and said, "Buddy, you were the one playing dumb with me first. Where's your meteorite? And why are you wearing these clothes? Do you think you're in outer space? There's no CIA, no FBI, and no aliens here!"
"I beg to differ, there are definitely aliens in this world!" the old man insisted stubbornly.
"Alright, you're right, I'm actually an alien, now take out that damn meteorite, I'm here to retrieve it." Allen Zhang couldn't help but laugh with exasperation.
