I started out as a criminal, and the police relied on me to solve countless cases.

Chapter 297 Elder

Emperors in their old age often believed in alchemists and worshipped ghosts and gods. Wise and powerful emperors like the Qin Shi Huang, Han Wudi, Tang Taizong and Song Taizu were no exception.

Of course, the same is true for the 110-year-old president.

However, if the above-mentioned emperors knew that he was 110 years old, they would probably capture him and make him into elixir to be eaten.

"Mr. President, I think you might as well let the sniper shoot me now, so that we don't have to argue later."

Jiang Hanwen naturally didn't want to continue discussing with this immortal old man who wanted to live forever.

Only a guy like this, who is on the verge of death and desperate to seek help from anyone, could come up with an explanation for himself being a time traveler.

Although this absurd inference is so close to reality, Jiang Hanwen is sure that he will succeed as long as he gives in a little.

This old monster will definitely capture me and do live research on me.

"You really won't tell me?"

"It's a pity that the seat in front of me is empty at midnight, and I don't ask about the common people, but about ghosts and gods~~"

Jiang Hanwen howled to the sky, looking sad and angry.

"Do you think I'm getting senile?"

The old man turned his head and looked straight at Jiang Hanwen. His blue-brown eyes were like two ghost lights in the dark night, emitting a creepy cold light.

"When Jia Sheng met Emperor Wen, he just talked about nothing for half the night, which made people sigh. Emperor Wen only asked about ghosts and gods, and did not mention state affairs and people's livelihood at all."

"Haha, if the world doesn't understand and can't ask the gods and ghosts, how can they handle state affairs and people's livelihood?!"

It seemed that he did not get the answer he wanted from Jiang Hanwen's eyes, and the old man suddenly felt a little discouraged.

"You don't have to lie to me. If we were in each other's shoes, you would definitely do something more extreme than me."

The old man waved his hand.

"Oh, forget it. Time travel is a fantasy. I asked the Nobel committee and they said this theory has huge logical flaws and is essentially untenable."

"But! You may not be a prophet, but you definitely have some ability to predict the future, similar to the I Ching Bagua, tortoise shell divination, etc. Other than that, I have no way to explain your actions in solving cases. Everything seems to be assisted by God, and you have a God's perspective. This is something that no detective can do."

He seemed to be begging, and his aura was no longer as strange and moody as before.

"Mr. Jiang, I only ask one thing of you. If you agree, I will immediately declare you an elder of the Communist Party. Believe me, this position is much more powerful than being the richest man in the world."

"Mr. President, my life and death are now in your hands. If I could really predict the future as you said, I would not be here."

Jiang Hanwen glanced at a marble building opposite. On the lintel of the building, like the lintel of the gate of the Supreme Federal Court, there were portraits of three people carved.

"To be honest, President, you are almost old enough. We have an old saying in China: If an old man does not die, he is a thief."

"Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!"

They say the older people get, the more they speak like children.

"I have participated in the most brutal wars, been a godfather, worked in industry, finance, politics, traveled the world, learned everything from ancient times to the present, and have the most beautiful women in the world, endless wealth, and supreme power."

"If it were you, would you be willing to die?"

Jiang Hanwen patted his forehead. He actually hoped that this old man would die tomorrow.

But the problem is that in his memory, this man lived until the next presidential election. By this calculation, the old guy can live at least four more years.

"President, you can live at least four years."

Jiang Hanwen really wanted to end the topic immediately, even if it was just to make the old man happy.

"Haha, are you serious?"

"Do you believe it to make you happy?"

"You, the prophet, can say that I can live another four years, so I can say that I can live another four years! I don't believe anything others say!"

The old man perked up and patted the wheelchair. This ordinary wheelchair suddenly turned automatically and moved along the trail. After a few turns, it disappeared.

Jiang Hanwen expressed his helplessness and walked back to the hall with his hands behind his back. At the entrance of the hall, Colonel White seemed to be waiting at the door long ago.

Seeing Jiang Hanwen coming back, he immediately went to greet him.

"Mr. Jiang, no, it's Elder Jiang, congratulations!"

Mr. White made a strange hand gesture towards Jiang Hanwen, then saluted respectfully.

"Elder!?"

Jiang Hanwen frowned. It only took him five minutes to walk from the trail to the entrance of the hall. How come he suddenly became old?

Do you want to be so hasty?
"Elder, the president has just uploaded your ID card to the internal network. You are now the King of Hearts, the third elder of our organization. Your status is honorable and your position is far above ours."

Although Colonel White had been polite to Jiang Hanwen in his words before, that was entirely out of common courtesy.

But at this moment, his tone and actions were exactly like a subordinate meeting his superior.

"The core of the Communist Party is the Illuminati. The highest level in the organization is level 33, which is the president. Below that are two vice presidents at level 32 and four elders at level 31."

This guy was like an NPC, explaining science for a long time. He only stopped when he saw that Jiang Hanwen seemed to understand.

He lowered his head and moved closer to Jiang Hanwen.

"Elder, what you promised before, tsk."

The man hesitated to speak. If he had faced Jiang Hanwen before, he would have used threats and inducements.

Now it's a completely pleading posture.

He hadn't even entered the core circle, didn't even have an identity card, and had no qualifications to negotiate a deal with a level 31 elder.

"Gatsby and I have no personal grudges at all. I assure you that everything I do is for the benefit of the organization, and the organization has always been reluctant to interfere in the elections of the two parties."

"Of course I can't ask Elder Jiang to set up a scheme to deal with an upstart. That would be too beneath my dignity."

White gave a sinister smile and patted his chest.

"Elder, don't worry, I have already arranged everything. Gatsby, the upstart, will definitely die!"

"Dead for sure? You mean to kill him?"

"That's right. In New York, billionaires don't have to go to jail. The only alternative is physical elimination."

White didn't know the content of the conversation between the president and Jiang Hanwen. The only thing he could think of was that the president and Jiang Hanwen had reached some kind of exchange of interests.

Although he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out how Jiang Hanwen, a mere actor, could have the qualifications to negotiate a deal with the president.

But now that things have come to this, the president has issued an order, and the identity cards have been arranged, this matter is a done deal, no matter what you think.

Jiang Hanwen, the actor, has now become a powerful figure in the organization.

The level is much higher than himself, even higher than General Bolton, the J of Clubs.

Since he is a senior executive, he will definitely not interfere in the feud between him and Gatsby.

This matter had nothing to do with him at all.

As a Chinese, Jiang Hanwen will definitely not support the Democratic Party. China's political tradition has always been to deal with the Republican Party.

It would also be a good thing for him to get rid of a Democratic Party donor.

“I don’t care who you support to be elected.”

Jiang Hanwen looked at White with interest.

This young nobleman kept saying that he didn't care about women or cuckolding, but the flames of jealousy were clearly burning in his eyes.

"But I'm curious, how do you plan to kill a billionaire?"

(End of this chapter)