Hello, Mr. Major General

Far East Ace in New York is now in solemn negotiations with the US government.

His left arm was also rubbed off by a small piece of meat by a stray bullet. Although it was not particularly serious, imagine that the bullet penetrated a heavy Soviet-style military uniform coat. You know that he is also very dangerous this time.

With his left hand wrapped around his neck with a snow-white bandage and wearing a Soviet uniform coat, he stood in front of the mourning hall set up by the Soviet consulate in New York, and said to the visiting U.S. Department of Foreign Affairs official: "You must hand over the murderer, as well as the bodies of our two chiefs. They are Soviets, loyal fighters of our party and country, and should be buried in our revolutionary martyrs cemetery in Moscow."

The American diplomat smiled awkwardly and politely and said, "Mr. Peter, there is something wrong with this. Please believe us, we have no reason to assassinate them."

"Why should we trust you?" The chill on the face of the Far East ace almost froze to death. His eyes were sharp and full of sarcasm and disdain. "Only your Twitter president who has changed orders? Or is it based on your CIA's worldwide reputation? Bad reputation?"

"Mr. Peter, we understand your feelings, but please don't insult our president." American diplomats can't listen anymore, don't they want face?

But what can they do if there is such a president who tweeted every day and deleted his last tweet?

He couldn't even refute the words of Deputy Consul General Peter.

Because they deny it, I believe they can take out screenshots and slap their faces in minutes.

Ace of the Far East sneered and held up his hands, "What's wrong? I just said a word and you can't stand it anymore?-Your president's reputation is more important than our chief's life, isn't it? But that's for you. Words."

"For us, our own lives are more important than your president's reputation." The Far East Ace stretched his uninjured right hand forward and said with a straight face: "If there is nothing else to say, please come back. Right."

Among the visiting U.S. Department of Foreign Affairs officials, one diplomat had served as a visiting professor at Harvard University's Kennedy School of Political Science.

He is very old, his hair is silver and shiny, but his face is rosy and natural, and he is full of energy.

But now there was a sad look on his face.

He walked up to the ace of the Far East and said very sincerely: "Mr. Peter, what we said is true. Mr. Yelisin and Mr. Gorbachev were once my best students. They are determined to transform the advanced American system. Introduced into the Soviet Union. We have met with them many times when we came here this time just to..."

"Mr. Platini! Since they don't believe us, we don't need to waste any more saliva." A middle-sized American diplomat suddenly interrupted the former visiting professor of Harvard University, "We should go."

This very old Mr. Platini stopped talking with some guilty conscience, and said in a nonchalant manner: "...Actually, they have passed away. For us, the loss is more than for you."

"What do you mean? They are state-level officials in the Soviet Union. Why do you say that their deaths will cost you more?!"

The Far East Ace obviously caught the gap in the words of the former visiting professor and asked urgently, "What do you mean? Is it that what they do for you, the United States, is more important than what they do for the Soviet Union?!"

The meaning of these words is deep, almost asking whether these two Soviet state-level officials are treason...

"Mr. Peter, don't talk nonsense!" The medium-sized diplomat who had just stopped Professor Platini had clearly understood the meaning of the Far East ace.

His face was dark, his brows furrowed, and he tried his best to say: "I understand your feelings. The deaths of Mr. Yelisin and Mr. Gorbachev are definitely a great loss for you, and it will bring peace to the world. Said, it is also a major loss."

"I don't even understand." Far East Trump stared aggressively at the middle-sized American diplomat.

If he is not mistaken, this person's true identity should be an agent of the CIA, because his vigilance and behavioral habits give him a very familiar feeling.

That is the subconscious vigilance that peers encounter when they encounter peers.

Of course, the disguise of Far East Ace is stronger.

He did not arouse any vigilance from that American colleague, only that he was a diplomat like a son and brother sent by the Soviet Union.

Because according to the intelligence obtained by the US CIA, the Far East ace Mr. Peter Huo Shaoheng, his grandmother used to be a Soviet diplomat.

The diplomatic system of the Soviet Union is a hereditary succession system, not merit-based admissions, so these Americans did not pay attention to the beautifully-looking Deputy Consul General Peter.

The American diplomat said calmly: "Because of their deaths, your top leader, Mr. Pushin, has threatened to expel our diplomats, even at war. So I said that their deaths are a great deal to world peace. loss."

The Ace of the Far East sneered and said with a half-opened head: "You hand over the body of our chief and send us back to Moscow with a national gift in front of the world. I believe this matter has nothing to do with your government. Otherwise, it is a war. It's harmony, just between my thoughts!"

The middle-sized American diplomat looked at the Ace of the Far East almost contemptuously, thinking that this is really a silly bag of gold and jade, what is the use of only asking for national gifts?

Besides, is it necessary for them to seize the bodies of two Soviet officials?

They were indeed of great value when they were alive, but now that they are dead, all their value has gone to zero.

Depressing the corpse again aroused the anger of the Soviet leader Pushin, maybe they will really launch a missile...

The fighting nation is so tough.

Life and death are bearish, just do it if you refuse.

They Americans are not so reckless.

Therefore, he sighed and said: "Don't worry, I will go back to negotiate with the police, and I must return the bodies of your two chiefs as soon as possible. Also, as a gift, I Ask the president immediately."

The ace of the Far East snorted arrogantly and said: "You don't need a national gift to send our head back to China. I will just stay here and not leave!"

The eyes of the middle-sized American diplomat flashed with contempt.

But Peter's next sentence caused him a complete defeat: "...I still want to tweet every day, and I'll face your president!"

U.S. officials are not afraid now, they are afraid that the president will be tortured by others on Twitter...

Of course ordinary people dare not to tear with the President of the United States, but those who dare to tear with the President of the United States are not ordinary people.

"Mr. Peter, please calm down! We will arrange the national gift immediately!"

By this time, American diplomats had no bargaining chips to negotiate with Soviet diplomats.

Say a thousand words and ten thousand, the two leaders have already died, what bargaining chip do they use to negotiate terms with the Soviets?

Now the whole world is condemning the negligence of the Americans, which led to the death of two Soviet state-level officials.

With the perseverance of the Far East trump card and the combination of hard and soft, the US government can hardly wait to drive them away.

...

A few days later, they left New York, the United States, and returned to Moscow, the Soviet Union. It was a snowy day.

The special plane from the Soviet Union landed slowly at the New York airport.

The guard of honor and military band sent by the US government played the Soviet national anthem in the heavy snow. The President of the United States brought his Foreign Ministry officials to the airport in person and sent the coffins of their group, including the two chiefs, onto the plane.

Among the snow flying in the sky, only the Soviet airliner can take off on time.

They flew across the ocean, and after ten hours, they finally returned to Moscow.

Pushin held a grand state funeral ceremony for the two dead officials here.

China TV also broadcasted this state funeral live.

Gu Nianzhi saw the coffins of the two officials buried under the flags of sickle and axe from the TV, and felt indescribably absurd.

No matter what she watched on TV, she didn't see the picture of Deputy Consul General Peter who reportedly returned to China with the plane.

Not a single lens.

...

Gu Nianzhi was a little impetuous. In order to divert her attention, she lay in her home and looked through the internal files of the Qin private hospital that Lujin had downloaded for her.

It's a pity that less than one tenth is down, and there are not many things.

And from the current point of view, there is nothing really worth noting.

It has to be said that Qin's private hospital has grown from a small private clinic to a large private hospital chain group all over the world in the past few decades. Its internal management is still very formal and rigorous.

She also found no illegal activities.

The only drawback seems to be that it is too expensive.

But things like expensive vary from person to person.

They opened a private hospital, not a charity, and of course it was for profit.

There is no strong buying or selling, but Jiang Taigong is fishing, and those who wish to take the bait.

So this really cannot be said to be its shortcoming.

It can only be said that its operators are very business-minded. They not only open private hospitals to treat patients and save people, but also make huge profits. In fact, from this perspective, the Qin private hospital has a win-win relationship with the general public.

Gu Nianzhi concentrated on researching the data of Qin's private hospital for more than ten days, but found nothing.

After dinner that night, Gu Nianzhi didn't want to read those materials anymore, and leaned on her little panda pillow to watch TV in the living room.

When I saw that she hadn't finished eating like the previous two days, she went to the study to "study" the materials, and sat next to her curiously and asked: "Why didn't you go to the study? The materials are all studied?"

"There is still a little left to read, but as far as the information I have seen, the Qin Private Hospital Group is a very formal enterprise with high-level management, clear accounts, abide by the law, and no loopholes can be found. "Gu Nianzhi beat the red panda pillow in his arms with some chagrin.

Lu Jin smiled, "No hurry, this is only one tenth."

A plate of fruit came over at the far end of the road and put it on the coffee table in front of Gu Nianzhi. He smiled and said, “That’s right. Such a big listed company has been in business for decades and has a reputation at home and abroad, even if there are loopholes. , How could it be possible for you to find out in two days?-If there is such a loophole, you would have been killed in the stock market as long as you can’t stay."

The capital market is so cruel. Anyone who is careless will be killed in the stock market.

Therefore, for-profit companies that can exist in the stock market for decades have strict internal management.

Because it is not strict, you will be taught to be a man by capital, and the end will be as uncomfortable as cutting flesh and bones.

Gu Nianzhi sighed, feeling better, and nodded hurriedly, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your advice. If there is something I don’t understand about management in the future, can I ask Mr. Lu for advice?"

"Don't be it, if you have any questions, we can discuss it together." Lu Yuan said with a smile, very generous and modest.

Lu Jin pouted, a little unwilling, but reluctantly said: "Boss Lu, you can't hide your own privates. If you ask you anything, you must answer honestly. You can't be scornful to her, let alone fool around. she was."

Lu Yuan took a smile, lowered his head and took a sip of Pu'er that he soaked, and said flatly: "In your heart, I am such a person?"

"That must be! You are a proper profiteer! Otherwise, how can our company make so much money?!" Lu Jin said happily, and his mood improved again.

He is really not good at corporate management. In this respect, Lu Yuan's business talents were completely relied on to make their small network security company prosperous and developed into a large listed company in only a dozen years.

Gu Nianzhi laughed nonchalantly, and shook his head, "Dad, are you boasting or damaging Mr. Lu? How can you talk like that? Fortunately, you have always had a relationship with Lu for more than ten years. Everyone else turned their faces immediately."

Lu Yuan couldn't help but smile, and clicked on Gu Nianzhi with his finger, "You, still help your father speak. In this way, I want to turn my face, am I embarrassed to turn my face?"

"How can it?!" Gu Nianzhi smiled like a flower, "Zong Lu is broad-minded. If he is really angry and broke off with my dad more than ten years earlier, how can he remain a good friend and partner until now?"

How many people can share adversities, not wealth.

How many people believe in "expensive wives, wealthy friends".

After so many years of ups and downs, they can still be partners and close friends, which has proven their unbreakable friendship.

Lu Jin repeatedly nodded beside him, "Boss Lu has no other benefits, but he has a good temper. He is not angry anyway, and there is no time to turn his face with others."

Lu Yuan was so tempered by the father and daughter that he had to tap them a few times with a finger, and said with a smile: "You father and daughter said good things and bad things. I am lonely, but I can't help you two together."

When Gu Nianzhi heard this, his heart moved, and his jade-like pupils turned around, pretending to be silent, and tentatively asked: "...lonely? No, you are so good, I don't believe it. You have no confidante!"

Lu Yuan tilted his head up and laughed, revealing snow-white teeth and the delicate curvature of the lower jaw. Although he was getting older, the fine lines on the corners of his eyes were not old, but had a different charm.

"A confidante? When I'm old, where do women want me? Nianzhi, you really value me, uncle."

"Uncle joked, you are in the prime of your year. I believe that as long as you want, high-quality beauties who are willing to live with you can be ranked from the second ring of the imperial capital to the third ring of the imperial capital."

"Only from the second ring to the third ring? Nianzhi, in your eyes, boss Lu is only so charming?" Lu Jin smiled and joined in the fun, used a small fork to fork a golden cantaloupe and handed it to Gu Nianzhi , While saying: "Open your mouth."

Gu Nianzhi opened her mouth and bit down the cantaloupe.

The sweet taste of honey made her squint her eyes with a sigh, and she was content to eat.

After eating, she wiped her mouth with a tissue, and said with a smile: "I'm talking about high-quality beauties. There are not many such people, so they all add up from the second ring to the third ring. As for Ordinary beauties, who wants so many rotted peach blossoms? Right, Mr. Lu?

Her last sentence was addressed to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan smiled calmly and did not speak, letting the father and daughter make fun of him.

After a while, he naturally changed the subject and said, "It's already the twelfth lunar month, and the Chinese New Year will be in a dozen days. Where do you want to spend the Chinese New Year this year?"

"Would you like to travel abroad?" Lu Jin said hurriedly, "Caribbean Sea? We have an island over there and we can take a vacation."

Gu Nianzhi moved in her heart and wanted to agree, but thought that if she went abroad, what would happen if the unidentified Far East ace came to her?

She hugged her little panda pillow and smiled softly, and said: "If you celebrate the New Year, don't go out. For our first lunar new year, it is better to be more traditional."

Lu Jin nodded repeatedly, "Okay! It's more traditional."

He turned his head to look at Lu Yuan and said, "Boss Lu, let's stew another Buddha to jump over the wall for the New Year?"

Gu Nianzhi snorted and laughed. When he bent down, he just heard the ringing of the mobile phone. When he picked it up, it was the number of the Far East Ace.

What she noted to him was: "The King of Drama Kings".

This is today's big chapter: Chapter 1622 "The King of Drama Kings".

The night is gone.

I have to work overtime today.

Meme da, big brothers and little angels~~~

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