Expedition to Europe

Just when Greif and Liu Zizheng were "murmuring" in their hearts, Qin Zhiyuan and Louis Renault were also "murmuring".

When old Renault arrived in Lanfang, it was as if he had discovered a new world. He first asked Qin Zhiyuan for a place on Penglai Island to build a holiday villa, and then he began to travel non-stop in Lanfang.

In just ten days, Old Renault and Lanfang local governments reached more than ten cooperation intentions, ranging from the development of mineral resources to the deep processing of agricultural products. Old Renault is even preparing to open an artillery factory in Lanfang to serve Asia. Countries provide artillery.

Yes, it means providing artillery.

A few days ago, Wilson just proposed at the Paris Peace Conference that because the war in the Republic of China affected the sales of products of various countries, Wilson proposed to impose an embargo on the Republic of China. The most important items on the embargo list were weapons and ammunition, and it also included the establishment of military units. Various machines required by industry.

Old Renault saw this opportunity, so he planned to open an artillery factory in Lanfang to support the warlords of the Republic of China in continuing the melee.

This idea almost made Qin Zhiyuan angry. Qin Zhiyuan directly rejected Old Renault's request and called the official responsible for the matter to Penglai Island to give him a severe reprimand.

The reason why he was not dismissed directly was because that person was Huang Fugui.

Qin Zhiyuan is still nostalgic.

So when old Renault saw Qin Zhiyuan again, he complained: "Qin, you are so unjust, you actually rejected my goodwill so rudely, you know, no matter what factory I set up, I will pay taxes to Lanfang. "

Of course you have to pay taxes!

Lanfang encourages people to accumulate wealth and protect private property. The prerequisite is to obtain private property legally. There is no conflict between the two, because Qin Zhiyuan himself is Lanfang's largest capitalist and the king of Lanfang.

Old Renault has learned Chinese well during this period, and the word "Zhengyi" is actually said in Chinese, which makes Qin Zhiyuan a little confused. Fortunately, Qin Zhiyuan understood what Old Renault meant in time.

"Louis, let alone those who have something or not, what would you think if I built a weapons factory in Corsica and then supported France's civil war?" Qin Zhiyuan was not polite at all.

"Ah...Qin, even if you set up a factory in Corsica, it won't matter, because if necessary, my factory can provide enough ammunition, and no one will buy it from you." Old Renault avoided the truth and pretended to be false.

"Don't talk nonsense. You can't interfere in the military industry anyway. This is the bottom line and must not be exceeded." Qin Zhiyuan was simple and rude.

"Ah..." Old Renault let out a miserable howl, and then collapsed on the chair like a deflated rubber ball, with a tendency to roll on the floor and act violently: "Qin, you are too rude... Since you became such a loser King, you are no longer cute..."

Qin Zhiyuan watched coldly, and when Old Renault had almost shouted enough, Qin Zhiyuan suddenly said: "There is something wrong with Australia's iron ore. The Australians seem to have found signs of losing money, so they are now promoting a ban on ore exports and strengthening Don’t you have any idea about the Australian government’s control over states?”

"Iron mine?" Old Renault jumped up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His voice was sharp and angry, and his anger was beyond words: "Who is it? Who dares to be so rebellious? This is a provocation to me. I'm going to kill him!"

Since taking over the Pilbara region, Old Renault and Qin Zhiyuan have invested at least 20 million francs in Port Hedland. Adding in the previous investment, this number has approached 100 million.

This is the biggest investment Qin Zhiyuan and Lao Renault have made so far. Lao Renault must not just watch his money go down the drain.

"Several MPs in Pas proposed this bill last week and won the approval of many people. If we don't do something, Australia may ban iron ore exports in a few days, and our agreement will be invalidated by then. Yes." Qin Zhiyuan provoked with ill intentions.

"Huh huh huh... The Renault family is not easy to mess with. Just wait and see, no matter who it is, he will have to pay a price that will be unforgettable for them." Old Renault snorted, with a murderous and decisive tone in his tone.

As France's largest capitalist, the old Renault's butt is not so clean. If anyone ignores this, the price will definitely be unforgettable.

Uh... no, they didn't get a chance to be unforgettable.

…

Australia, Perth.

Alex had finished his work day and was about to leave the newspaper office where he worked and go home.

Recently, Alex has written many articles in the largest newspaper in Pas, criticizing "Angel Jack"'s Vale company for stealing Australian resources. Although someone has warned Alex that this is dangerous, Alex Si didn't care.

Alex had reason not to care. A certain powerful person had promised that in half a month, Alex would get a large sum of money and move his family back to the UK.

No matter how powerful "Angel Jack" is, it is impossible for him to extend his black hands to the British mainland. Alex has this confidence.

Alex is very busy at work. When he gets off work, the sky is always dark and there are few pedestrians on the street. It looks desolate and scary.

Fortunately, the security in Paz is good, and Alex doesn't have much fear in this environment.

Alex always believed that evil could not defeat good.

Of course, in Alex's heart, he always represents the side of justice.

As usual, Alex greeted the building manager, then stood on the street and waved goodbye to his colleagues. Everything was so normal, just like any other day, without any twists and turns.

Today was not bad!

Alex was very satisfied with the past day.

There were also some unsatisfactory aspects. The only regret was that Alex did not find a taxi in the familiar place on the street, which made Alex feel a little unhappy.

"What bad luck!" Alex cursed unhappily, turned up the collar of his windbreaker, and prepared to walk a distance on the street to try his luck.

The climate in the southern hemisphere is different from that in the northern hemisphere. July, August, and September are winter every year. Perth is now on the edge of winter, and the weather is still relatively cold.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon. There were few pedestrians on the street, and the shops on both sides of the street were closed. It seemed that the whole city had hibernated.

Alex turned the corner and there was a bar that was usually very lively. Under normal circumstances, there would always be taxis here. Alex would usually come here for a drink, so he was familiar with the place.

Maybe it was too cold, there were not many people in the bar, and naturally there were no taxis at the door. Alex was a little depressed standing at the door of the bar. At this moment, Alex especially wanted to return to the UK, back to Liverpool, because there was always an easy way to find a taxi there.

Gah...

A taxi came at full speed and braked suddenly in front of Alex, and the back door was right in front of Alex.

"Hey... man, the weather is not very good, there may be a heavy rain in a while, do you need me to take you a ride?" The driver stuck his head out and greeted him friendly.

"Of course, thank you very much..." Alex smiled, he was actually a very kind person.

Dinglingling...

The wind chimes on the door of the bar suddenly rang, and then two people supported each other and walked out of the door, holding a half-filled bottle of wine in their hands, their steps were weak, and they were still singing "God Save the King".

"God Save the King", also translated as "God Save the Queen", is the national anthem of the United Kingdom.

Most Australians are British immigrants, and British culture has a profound influence on them. Although Australia has its own national anthem, "God Save the King" is obviously deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"These lunatics..." Alex muttered and cursed, and opened the car door to get on the car and leave.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

Alex is a Puritan, does not drink, does not smoke, and has no bad habits.

Britain is a country full of drunkards. Perhaps because the shipping industry is too developed, those sailors always like to drink a few sips to resist the cold, so drunkards can be seen everywhere in Britain. Alex dislikes these people the most.

I don't know why, the ears of these two drunkards are extremely sensitive. After hearing Alex's complaints, the two guys suddenly shouted.

"Ahaha... There is actually a priest here, he called us two lunatics..." A drunk pointed his arm at Alex, and the wine flowed down the bottle mouth, and the drunkard hardly noticed it.

"Teach him a lesson and let him know the power of alcohol..." Another drunkard agreed.

Bang...

Alex slammed the door shut: "Please, please leave here quickly."

Alex knew that these drunks were irrational, and leaving here was the best way.

"Hey... buddy, I'm afraid I can't help you. These guys are the "free men" from Port Hedland. If I take you away now, I'll be in trouble." The driver screamed in horror, and urged Alex: "Man, if I were you, I would run now instead of waiting for others to save you."

"Free Men" is a gang organization, and its main members are those guys who came to Perth from Port Hedland. These people are ruthless, fearless, and have a certain fighting power, so they quickly established themselves in Perth, and no one is not afraid of them.

"Please leave here quickly, I can pay you double the fare... no, triple..." Alex was anxious and tried to solve the problem with money.

"Hey man, I really can't help you. Get out of the car quickly. If I take you away now, I will definitely be in trouble tomorrow. These guys know me and I have nowhere to escape." The driver looked pitiful.

Bang, bang, bang...

The drunkard slapped the roof of the car vigorously. You can see that the roof was deformed under the slap, which shows how much force he used.

"Boy, get out of here!" A drunkard yelled.

"Come out, let me kick your ass honestly..." Another drunkard also yelled, while trying to go around the rear of the car to the other side.

"****..." Alex knew that he couldn't hesitate any longer, so he cursed the driver, opened the door on the other side and ran away.

Unfortunately, Alex, who often sits in the office, is not as agile as he imagined. Just when he wanted to run, Alex's feet softened and fell beside the car door.

"Ahaha... You actually want to run, where can you run to?" The drunkard who came around the rear of the car laughed.

"Come on, if you get through my crotch, I'll let you go." At some point, another person came around from the front of the car.

The taxi next to him started up urgently, making a loud roar, and disappeared in a flash.

"****..." Alex panicked, not knowing whether he was scolding the driver or the drunk.

"Good boy!" A drunk sneered and swung a bottle of wine at Alex's head.

Bang...

The sound was crisp, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Please... don't do this..." Alex collapsed to the ground.

"Boy, now I would like to send you greetings from Mr. Jack..." A drunk picked up Alex from the ground and whispered in Alex's ear.

"You..." Alex's pupils suddenly contracted, of course he knew who "Mr. Jack" was.

Wow...

The sharp wine bottle was directly inserted into Alex's stomach...

I don't know if Alex regretted it at the last moment of his life.