Hong Kong Film: The Positive Energy System of the Hongxing Boss

"Brother, can I call you brother? This thing is really hard to sell."

However, after hearing Alexander's words, Fengyun's eyes lit up.

He noticed that the other party said it was hard to sell, not that it couldn't be sold. In other words, the other party could sell this thing.

"Alexander, this is a 1.5 times premium. Think about it, how much money will go into your pocket after selling one?

Do you think money is so easy to make, you just lie at home and money will automatically fall on you?"

Tangled, Alexander's heart was so tangled.

"This, let me think about it, my heart is so confused now."

Fengyun was like a little devil, constantly lowering Alexander's bottom line.

However, the bottom line, to put it bluntly, isn't it meant to be broken?

Since he has already boarded Fengyun's ship, how could Fengyun let him get off so easily?

"Alexander, my friend, think about it, who is the most important to us in this world?

Relatives, friends, colleagues?

Without money, you are nothing."

"If you don't use your power, it will expire. Do you think you can always be so free?"

"Brother, think about it, the opportunity is rare and it will never come back."

"With money, your parents, your wife and children, your relatives and friends can be taken to immigrate overseas and become a free and wealthy man..."

...

Pacific Fleet Command.

"Grandpa, someone wants to buy T80, but I know that T80 is the tank that our army is currently equipping..."

Alexander told his troubles to his grandfather, Admiral Alexander, commander of the Pacific Fleet of the Bear Country.

"Is it the Lighthouse Country?" The old general's tone was very calm, without any surprise.

"Although the other party is a businessman from Hong Kong Island, I know that he is working for Dragon Country."

"Is it the Fengyun that you asked the butler to investigate?"

"Yes, Grandpa, it's him. He now wants to buy T80 from me, 1.5 times higher than the market price."

"What do you think?" The old general asked slowly.

"I, I, I don't know."

"Hehe." The old general just laughed twice.

"Are you persuaded by the other party? But in your heart, you feel that this is not right, so you hesitated?"

"Yes, Grandpa." Alexander lowered his head very low, not daring to look his grandfather in the face.

He felt that this was a betrayal of the country.

The old general just patted him on the shoulder twice.

"Alexander, there is no absolute right or wrong in this world, everything is driven by interests.

Do I love my country?

Of course, I love it more deeply than anyone else, because the country has given me supreme power.

But what do you want me to love with? Love with my mouth?

Who will take care of the food, drink, defecation and urination of the entire fleet, 130,000 officers and soldiers?

More than 1,000 armed warships, 700 aircraft, more than 200 submarines, do you know how huge their maintenance costs are?

Without money, they are all a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron.

Without money, all officers and soldiers, including me, will starve.

But what did those high-ranking bureaucrats do?

They even asked us commanders to raise the soldiers' food and the maintenance of the fleet.

Little Alexander, tell me, what do I love with?"

When he was excited, the old general actually punched the table.

With a "bang", the huge sound scared Alexander.

He had never seen his grandfather so angry.

"Grandpa, take care of yourself."

After venting, the old general's mood recovered a little. He shook his head slowly and said, "The higher-ups have issued another order to cut the budget of each fleet by 30%."

"What, Grandpa, are they crazy? Don't they know that such endless spending cuts will cause trouble?"

Alexander remembered that last year, the higher-ups had just cut their Pacific Fleet's budget by 20%.

And the reason why Alexander embarked on this road of profiteering was that he really had no choice.

He wanted to share his grandfather's worries. In the past two years, 80% of the money he earned was subsidized to the Pacific Fleet.

"Child, you don't understand. Things in this world are very complicated, not as simple as you think.

Go and tell Fengyun that I agreed to sell them two T80s, but the price is twice the market price.

By the way, before the transaction, bring that kid to see me. I'm very curious about him."

Three days later, Alexander brought Fengyun to TaipingIn front of the Pacific Command.

Looking at the heavily guarded headquarters in front, Fengyun asked uncertainly: "Alexander, this is the distinguished guest you said wants to see me. Are you sure he lives here?"

Although Fengyun is very strong, so strong that he can fight more than a dozen special forces by himself, he is not arrogant enough to catch missiles with his bare hands.

In front is the headquarters of the Pacific Fleet, a military restricted area.

"It's very stressful. Do you think I can change my mind now and not go in?"

Alexander looked at him with a smile and said, "What do you think?"

Today, he finally saw Fengyun being defeated, and Alexander was incomparably happy.

"Well, since it's a noble invitation, I can't refuse his kindness."

Led by Alexander, the human face recognition machine, the group soon came to the commander's office.

"Fengyun, my grandfather is inside, go in by yourself." Alexander said.

Xu Zhengyang was about to push the door, but was stopped by several guards.

Alexander said embarrassedly: "Brother Xu, my grandfather only wants to see Fengyun alone?"

Xu Zhengyang frowned, he was worried about letting Fengyun go in alone.

The task assigned to him by the superiors was to protect Fengyun's safety at all times.

Fengyun patted Xu Zhengyang on the shoulder.

"Xiao Xu, it's okay, we are all family, I just visit Alexander's grandfather, you just wait here."

Pushing the door open, an old general was sitting at the desk handling official business.

Hearing Fengyun's footsteps, he didn't look up.

Fengyun stood for a while, and seeing that the other party didn't mean to pay attention to him, he was not embarrassed.

He knew that the other party was trying to show him power.

After all, the other party was a general who controlled 130,000 soldiers.

Fengyun looked around, picked up a feather duster on the coffee table, flicked it on the sofa twice, and then sat down like this.

After sitting for a while, he felt a little uncomfortable again, so he simply crossed his legs.

Well, I feel much better now.

He really didn't consider himself an outsider.