So Ye Hao not only refused to accept the favor, he was even planning to live near the White House—this was a blatant move to go head‑to‑head with Abama!
"Mr. Ye, do you really mean that?" Abama stared hard at Ye Hao. He didn't know where Ye Hao got this confidence from, nor who would dare let Ye Hao talk to him in this tone.
But in their very first round of meeting, he had already lost, and lost so thoroughly there was no room to salvage it. Ye Hao couldn't even be bothered to explain anything to him; he only mentioned that his wrist hurt.
"Of course. Being able to enjoy special privileges here in the Washington–Columbus area is something everyone dreams of. Mr. President Abama, don't tell me you can't help me get a little privilege?" Ye Hao asked with a smile. On the surface it sounded like a joke, but what he was really saying was questioning whether Abama actually had that kind of clout in the White House of the United States.
