Detroit.
Tylenol Building.
"This is it."
In the evening, with the orange sunset shining, Long Zhan looked up at the 30-story office building in front of him, confirmed it was correct, and strode inside.
I took the elevator all the way to the 27th floor. When I came out, I saw several large letters written in English in front of me——
Tylenol Foundation!
A foundation refers to a non-profit institution that uses property donated by natural persons, legal persons or other organizations for the purpose of engaging in public welfare undertakings.
This means that behind this type of organization, there is a large number of wealthy people who have enough money to panic.
“Non-profit organization, haha,”
Long Zhan recalled the explanation that popped into his mind, and expressed his strong disdain for this kind of "public welfare" that required both showing off and erecting a chastity memorial arch.
Do capitalists have good intentions? ?
Stop being funny!
After exiting the elevator and entering the door to the left, you can see the inside of the Tylenol Foundation at a glance.
The decoration is in a hard-core minimalist style.
Clean, simple and bright.
Maybe it's already off-duty time, or maybe the Tylenol Foundation itself is special and is only open to high-end people designated by the special team.
The huge company was deserted, and Long Zhan only saw a woman at the front desk.
"Hello, I'm here to see Mr. Dodge."
When the front desk heard Long Zhan's words, he smiled and asked, "Sir, do you have an appointment?"
"some."
Long Zhan handed over a black business card.
The front of a business card is similar to an ordinary business card, with the name of the company, the name of the cardholder and the phone number written on it.
The back is rather special, with a silver T-shaped logo wrapped in a circle in the middle, and a row of meaningful English words underneath.
Translated it means——
Give the uninsured a chance.
A business card here is equivalent to a letter of introduction. The front desk saw the business card and did not question it again. He entered the program and asked: "Sir, what is your name?"
"Gibran." Long Zhan replied.
"Okay, I'll contact you right now. You can go over there and wait for a while."
The receptionist reached out to indicate the sofa area on the right, then picked up the phone and started making a call.
Long Zhan walked to the sofa area and sat down for less than a minute. He heard the click of high heels on the floor behind him, and instinctively stood up and looked back.
She has long blond hair tied into braids and draped behind her back. She is wearing an eggplant purple tight-fitting miniskirt suit and uniform, with black high heels and gray fishnet stockings. She has a delicate European and American face with a standard professional smile.
The image of a cold female secretary comes to mind.
"Mr. Gibran, the boss has agreed to see you. Please come with me this way." Your secretary didn't say a word, turned around and left.
The boss and secretary of a large company are relatively aloof, but Long Zhan doesn't think there's anything wrong with that.
Following the female secretary in the cold company, there was no noise other than the clicking of high heels. The way the female secretary swung her buttocks while walking on the catwalk could make Long Zhan a little more excited.
A woman with a cool personality but a hot body can always arouse the "primitive desire" of men.
The female secretary felt the burning gaze behind her and frowned slightly, dissatisfied with Long Zhan's abruptness, but she did not dare to turn around and scold Long Zhan.
That big guy is really intimidating.
He could only keep his dissatisfaction with Long Zhan in his heart and speed up the pace of moving forward.
As a result, the buttocks moved by the T-steps swayed from side to side faster, which made Long Zhan easier and made him watch more happily.
"I'm so powerful, if I could hold him up..."
Driven by the man's instinct, Long Zhan played several sexual positions in his mind. Unfortunately, he was interrupted by a cold voice before he had enough.
"Mr. Gibran, please come in."
The female secretary was blatantly violated by Long Zhan's gaze, and she wanted to go up and poke Long Zhan's eyes. She had the professionalism of a senior secretary and the intimidating power brought by her big body.
Not only did she not dare to get angry and curse, but she also had to smile and open the door for Long Zhan.
"Thank you. This is my business card. Let's go have a drink together when you have time."
Long Zhan took out a business card and handed it to the woman. He also patted her buttocks and walked in the door without waiting for the female secretary to reply.
By the way, he closed the door with his backhand.
Long Zhan's unscrupulous actions made the already annoyed female secretary turn livid with anger, and the senior secretary's professionalism almost collapsed.
Seeing that there was no place to vent behind closed doors, the female secretary made a show of preparing to tear up the business card.
But just as her hands exerted their strength, the female secretary seemed to remember something, her movements suddenly froze, and she did not tear up the business card.
He even made a very strange move and put the business card into his jacket pocket.
Inside the office.
The head of the Taylor Foundation, who was in his 50s, saw Long Zhan teasing his secretary at the door. Not only was he not angry at all, but he smiled even more.
He took the initiative to greet Long Zhan, stretched out his right hand and introduced himself: "Dodge, Tynes, nice to meet you, you are stronger than I thought."
"Dodge, that's a cool name."
Long Zhan gave a polite compliment, shook hands with Dodge and said, "Long Gibran."
"I think so too, so I prefer everyone to call me Dodge, haha,"
Dodge liked Long Zhan's praise very much, and greeted him enthusiastically: "Come, please sit here, I will bring you something to drink, and we will chat while drinking."
"Thanks."
Long Zhan was not polite and walked to the sofa area to sit down.
Dodge took out a bottle of red wine and said while pouring it: "I can see that you seem to be of mixed race, and so am I. My father is Australian and came here to pursue the American dream. Fortunately, Detroit did not let him down. He finally got success."
"You manage such a large foundation. You are no worse than your father, maybe better than him."
"Of course, human beings need to progress, and I am also making progress. I have surpassed my father, and I also hope that my children can be better than me, haha."
…
Long Zhan is very familiar with the control of human relationships. Dao En can become the head of a foundation and can play well in the circle of rich people. Naturally, he will not be bad at treating others.
Both of them are familiar types, and they quickly fell into a rhythm when chatting.
After the polite conversation at the beginning, we got down to business.
"Before I came here, I already had a general understanding of hunting games from Miss Andrea. Can you tell me the specific details?"
"Of course, this is necessary. We will not force the game again. All participants are voluntary."
Dodge made no secret that this was an illegal game. He took a sip of red wine and said, “I am the coordinator of the game, you can understand it as a middleman.
I represented a list of very wealthy clients whose identities were never disclosed to the public and who were willing to pay large sums of money in pursuit of excitement.
I was responsible for helping them set up the game and find the prey they needed.
A middle-aged man with a big belly, an old man with bad knees who can't walk, a loser who can't breathe even after running two steps, a beautiful woman with only skin and so on.
These are not the prey I need, and my clients don't want to hunt these types of people. It's not challenging at all.
Only prey like you, who are physically strong, full of aggression and challenges, can make customers go all out, and can win in a desperate fight, can satisfy the customers' fighting needs. "
The clients that Dodge said were looking for the strongest prey, and those who were not strong enough were not happy. They sounded like a group of masochists.
Long Zhan really didn't understand this kind of behavior of spending money to find punishment.
"Hunting is a dangerous sport. If you hunt large beasts in the wild, you may be killed. What's more, they are hunting strong members of the same species. Don't your customers worry about being killed by their prey?" Long Zhan said.
"It's life-threatening, so it's exciting, it's what makes them excited, isn't it?"
Dao En's rhetorical question was very sharp and left Long Zhan speechless.
He's absolutely right.
When hunting knowingly that there is no danger, the body will not react much. In the end, even if the prey is killed, the feedback will be very limited.
The number of such ordinary hunts continues to increase, and it becomes less and less mentally satisfying as the days go by.
Eventually it will feel bland and uninteresting.
Only when a person is in danger of death, the body will feel the fear of death and secrete a large amount of glandular hormones such as adrenaline and dopamine, making the whole person fall into extreme excitement.
Only by winning the final victory in this situation can you get an unprecedented "feeling of relief" mentally.
Wingsuit flying, free-standing rock climbing, low-altitude skydiving, Isle of Man TT and other extreme sports, why do so many people join them even though they know that if they fail, they will die?
The bottom line is just one word——
Cool!
This group of wealthy clients under Dodge are pursuing this kind of extreme spiritual pleasure, the exhilaration of wandering on the edge of life and death.
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