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It was deep night in Huaxia, while it was daytime on the other side.
"Chen, your tongue is still as poisonous as ever," the old man said with a chuckle as he wiped his mouth with a sanitary cloth. "You've been out of touch for over a year; I thought someone had done you in. So, what is it? Do you need something? If it's trouble, you'd better cut the signal yourself."
"Want to live a few decades longer?" Chen Hao said such a bizarre thing.
Charles's eyes lit up at first, then he shook his head, "My old bones can't take much shaking up... But I'll give it some thought. I hope you'll still be alive by the time I make up my mind."
"Hey, don't worry, you'll definitely die before I do," Chen Hao casually replied before getting to the point. "Has your Royal Family recently awarded any medals or anything like that?"
"Yes," Charles replied without a second thought.
