I am reborn without a pattern

At 7:50 a.m. Eastern Time on September 11, America, at the Doral Golf Resort in Miami, the golden retriever rewarded himself with a burger filled with butter.

Newspapers were already placed on the coffee table next to the floor-to-ceiling window. As for the bed, there was a hot girl who was also filled with cream and puffs.

Very, very spicy, but the cream and puffs were wrapped in a wrapper, and the personal assistant personally flushed the few milliliters down the toilet.

Puffs are not something that just some hot girl can come and take away.

"Don, Michael is already here."

"Which Michael? Jackson?"

"Michael Bay, he is already thinking about his next movie. You forgot. You said that if you were allowed to leave the country, maybe they would consider providing filming locations."

"OK, tell him I'll be there soon."

The old golden-haired man looked at the time. It was 7:55, which was still early. He had a whole day to think about what style he would use to appear in the movie.

At 7:59, American Airlines Flight 11 took off from Boston Logan International Airport, bound for Los Angeles.

The golden-haired old man finished licking the sauce on his fingers. When he got up and passed by the bed, he hummed Queen's "We Will Rock You", "we will, we will, fxck you!"

After humming, he raised his hand and slapped the buttocks on the bed, "Good morning, sweetheart!"

I took a shower in the bathroom, wrapped myself in a bath towel and waited for my personal assistant to dry and style my hair. It was already 8:21.

"Don, Michael is on his second cup of coffee."

"Come on, Joe, it's only eight o'clock, it's still early."

"OK, I get it."

Nash shrugged helplessly outside the door, adjusted his glasses, and then said to Michael Bay in the coffee shop: "Mr. Bay, Donald will be here soon."

"I'm fine, I have plenty of time, this is my vacation."

"Thank you, Mr. Bay."

"Everything is fine, Mr. Nash."

The two of them understood each other tacitly, and then Nash ordered a small snack for Michael Bay. He raised his wrist and looked at the time, which was 8:25, and then sighed helplessly.

When it comes to being punctual, the golden-haired old man is very punctual.

In the room, the golden-haired old man who had already changed into a POLO shirt looked in the mirror. After turning around, he was very satisfied. When he went out, he stretched out his index fingers and smiled at himself in the mirror: "Great." !”

After opening the door, he asked: "Is Michael Bay still there?"

"Yes."

"What...what is he doing this year?"

"Pearl Harbor."

"I don't, I prefer the Greg Verbinski, Maus, you know, Home Alone style."

"Don, you might as well just ask this director to leave."

"Why? If he makes a movie about blowing up Manhattan, I'd love to make a cameo."

"What cameo? The Unabomber?"

"OK, how do I look?"

"Excellent."

"Thanks, Joe."

Nodding, the confident old golden-haired man looked at his watch, hehe, it's 8:28, it's still early, maybe he can order bacon and scrambled eggs.

Well...it can be a double portion.

He suddenly remembered Zhang Haonan who was far away in China. If he had to say the most profound impression, it would probably be "Sigel's" appetite...it was really worthy of his name.

It is indeed "Sigel" level.

"Is there any trivia that can show my wisdom?"

"These are ready for you."

Nash took out a piece of paper and handed it to the golden-haired old man. On it was written some little knowledge about the "Pearl Harbor Incident". This knowledge was useless and was just for the convenience of his boss to show off.

Five minutes later, Michael Bay looked shocked: "Really? Did I mean that 2,400 people died in Pearl Harbor?"

"Michael, although you are very good at making movies, you obviously missed some details. This is the single deadliest event in history."

Of course I know how many people died!

I made this movie with a budget of over $100 million!

Why do you think I don't know this? !

damn it!

However, Michael Bay still put on a shocked look of "Oh my god, I have no idea", and chatted with Sichuan for five minutes, as if five years had passed.

This old blond guy kept chattering away and bragging about how smart he was, and he really wanted to pour coffee over this idiot's head.

But...he can't.

"I really didn't expect Mr. Chuanxiu to be so knowledgeable..."

"Wharton."

The smiling old man with blond hair looked proud.

As an elite member of the Wharton School of Business, the golden-haired old man once again showed off his qualities.

I fucking envy you for graduating from Wesleyan University!

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes,

It's eight-thirty-eight, and it feels like ten years have passed for Michael Bay in the Doral Golf Resort Café.

Even more uncomfortable than him was Annie Sweeney on American Airlines Flight 11. She was reporting the situation to the American Airlines Flight Services Office.

The situation is much more serious than the old golden-haired man chatting with Michael Bay, because a group of terrorists took control of the plane twenty minutes ago, and the plane's flight conditions are now very irregular and it is still descending rapidly. lower and lower……

After Michael Bay discovered that the guy opposite him really had the desire to perform, he suddenly had the idea of ​​making a bad movie or becoming his own producer to cheat money. However, the golden-haired old man maintained a strong personal style of "blowing and nagging": " I know a lot about history, no one knows about World War II better than me, you know, my grandfather was German, World War II..."

Michael Bay's face turned green!

I'm a soap man! ! ! ! !

I listen to what you are saying here about bullshit Germany and bullshit World War II!

The gushing golden-haired old man still looked like he was not satisfied: "...Maybe someday when I want to make a personal biography, Michael, please think about it. Please think about it."

"I will, Mr. Chuanbo!"

"Just call me Donald."

"..."

At this moment, Michael Bay just wants to send this damn old German-born guy with golden hair to "Pearl Harbor", not now, but in history!

Then let the damn Japanese slave torpedo bombers and whatever aircraft put all their firepower into the mouth of this golden-haired old guy. If the mouth is full, all other parts will be filled as long as they can be filled!

It's all!

Stuffed! ! !

Damn you two thousand four hundred people died!

I just want you to die two thousand four hundred times!

Michael Bay, who was cursing madly in his heart, felt uncomfortable all over. He originally thought he could cheat by the way, but now it seems that Miami only has the best beaches, bikinis and parties.

Ah, I really want to explode, I really want to have an explosion, a depth charge, drink it all in one gulp...

At 8:45, Michael Bay, freed from hell, fled, but the yield of "Explosive Bay" was still not enough.

The golden-haired old man looked at the bacon and scrambled eggs on the plate in front of him. After thinking about Zhang Haonan's terrifying appetite and strength, he felt that diet was very important.

"Give me a minute, Joe."

"OK."

While Nash was waiting, he ordered someone to prepare the clubs. The boss was obviously in a good mood today. Just when he thought about confirming with others whether the puffs the boss had ejaculated yesterday had been cleaned, he was suddenly startled. He patted his forehead, then hurried back to get a bottle of iced Coke from the bar.

"Your Coke, Don."

At 8:46, the golden-haired old man wiping his mouth said "thank you" to Nash.

"Oh no, no, no, just put it down, Joe. I'll do it this time, thank you."

"All right."

Nash put down the bottle opener and turned around to continue working.

Watching the condensed water slowly slide down from the glass bottle, the curve of the bottle, the water droplets, the bubbles inside the bottle that are ready to explode, as if they are about to burst out...ah, perfect.

He picked up the bottle opener, stuck it on the bottle cap, and lifted it gently.

Bo!

Amazing and abundant bubbles rushed to the mouth of the bottle in an instant. They were so scrambling to escape from the narrow channel.

It looks very much like the streets of Manhattan at 8:47.

Because twenty seconds ago, at 8:46:40, American Airlines Flight 11 crashed into One World Trade Center at a speed of 490 miles per hour!

"Hiccup~~~~~~"

After letting out a long belch, the golden-haired old man felt great.

"Another perfect day! Awesome!"

Holding a Coke and a golf hat tucked under his arm, the golden-haired old man holding a glass bottle of Coke felt that he was in peak condition today.

Taking three Viagra pills a day, he is the king of all parties in Miami!

Bang!

"Perfect!"

Nash, who put on his sunglasses, cheered from a distance. The golden-haired old man raised his hand and waved. He made a hole-in-one, which was indeed perfect.

Returning to the covered balcony and taking another sip of Coke, looking at the mediocre pasture, Chuanxi sighed: "What a beautiful day."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of noise outside, followed by several waiters gathered in the corner watching the hanging TV.

Across the floor-to-ceiling glass window, the golden-haired old man shook the bottle in his hand, "Is MJ going to have a concert?"

“Who knows, maybe some Miami music?”

A classically styled radio is a style, just like a classically styled jukebox.

Tuned into a familiar channel, local radio hosts are usually very distinctive, with weekly guests from the music industry, and of course, the kind that is definitely suitable for parties.

But this time the DJ only shocked people with exclamations and "Oh buy it" over and over again.

"What the hell happened? Where's the music?"

"...Oh, oh, oh, oh, this is too scary! This is too scary! Damn it! What the hell is this-"

The golden-haired old man was confused and stunned at the same time.

"I'll go out and take a look."

Nash stepped out and heard the sound of the TV with the volume turned up, and the host's rapid announcement came from inside.

"Manhattan", "Twin Towers", "airplane", "impact", "explosion"...

Various words collapsed outward densely, Nash's hurried steps gradually slowed down, and the sound of leather shoes hitting the floor seemed to take a long time to sound.

The elegant and scholarly Nash opened his mouth in shock. When he walked to the corner, he finally said the same repeated words as the radio DJ, "My God..."

At 8:52, facing the smoke billowing on the TV, when Nash turned around and rushed towards Sichuan Province, on American United Airlines Flight 175, Pete finally got through the phone to his father, because He saw the hijackers kill the captain, and he could only whisper the same "Oh my God" that Nash said.

"Don! Don! Don! Something big happened!"

"What's wrong? Joe, your expression..."

"Someone robbed a plane and crashed it into the World Trade Center—"

"You are joking?"

The golden-haired old man who was about to take another sip of Coke turned serious: "Wang, De, Fa..."

"Call home! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"

"Already contacted!"

"Get them out of New York! Now!"

"It's been arranged, it's a car, not a helicopter."

"OK, thank you Joe, it's so reassuring to have you here."

Patting Nash's arm, the golden-haired old man had returned to the room at this moment. All TV stations were reporting on it. Obviously, this was not April Fool's Day.

At nine o'clock sharp, chaos appeared on the TV.

In the room, more than a dozen mobile phones were waiting, and soon, one of them rang.

"What's going on now?!"

"Plane! Plane! The plane is coming toward Manhattan—"

"I know that! I mean now..."

"Another one! It's another plane!"

"..."

At this moment, the golden-haired old man was completely silent. He knew that there was no bigger event than this.

Countless thoughts are stirring in my mind. Once something like this happens, what big chain reaction will it have?

There was a scream on the phone. At 9:03 and 11 seconds, Flight 175 crashed into the other building of the Twin Towers.

Sichuan, who is still in Miami, knows very well that this incident is far more horrific than the "World Trade Center bombing" many years ago. The arrest of Ramiz Joseph a few years ago did not actually solve the case, because Ramiz ·Joseph was also sponsored.

In the tycoon circle, everyone knows that the CIA made a mistake, because the "terror tycoon" who funded Ramiz Joseph was himself supported and trained by the CIA.

The main purpose at that time was to cultivate "anti-Soviet armed forces" in Tocharia. The former Soviet Union's war in Tocharia was in a quagmire, and the Tocharian people were by no means heroic and good at fighting.

These are all open secrets in the circles of tycoons and even ordinary rich people. It is just that the "terror tycoons" later broke away from the control and in turn cultivated a large number of troublesome forces.

"The World Trade Center Bombing" is its masterpiece.

Because of knowing this, the golden-haired old man immediately remembered this horrific incident many years ago.

When he was nervous, the phone rang again. It was his advisory team.

"Boss, now we can't go directly to Miami, and air traffic control is very likely to start. So it's best to communicate directly on the phone. Now is a good time to make money!"

"What the hell are you talking about...Wait a minute, start a conference call in five minutes and notify the management."

"Okay boss!"

After hanging up the phone, the golden-haired old man suddenly turned around when he stood up and went to the living room next door, "Is that contract still there, Joe?"

"Which portion?"

"Put option."

"certainly……"

At this moment, Nash suddenly remembered that the boss seemed to have over-promised him by half!

How much would that be?

Nash was actually a little excited!

At the same time, Zhang Haonan, who had been watching "The Mansion" with Zhao Feiyan in the middle of the night, was arguing with Zhao Feiyan about which child was better for the first or second bedroom.

"Look at how sensible the elder is..."

"Don't worry, we don't have a second room in our house."

"I didn't say anything."

"Why are you, a member of Class 16, playing tricks on me, a member of the Intensive Class?"

"Husband, let's get the certificate."

"You want to eat shit."

"Hate."

He raised his hand and patted Zhang Haonan. Suddenly, the phone rang, including the landline and several mobile phones.

"Call in the middle of the night?!"

Zhao Feiyan turned over and got up, "Honey, you are serious, don't you always mute your voice? What kind of number is this?"

The landline phone also had caller ID, but Zhao Feiyan was confused by the number.

"Okay, turn off the TV first."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Haonan did not answer the phone directly, but waited for a while.

When the phone rang for the third time, under Zhao Feiyan's confused eyes, Zhang Haonan picked up one of the mobile phones, pressed the answer button, and then said, "I'm having a midnight snack, what are you typing for?"

"it's me."

A voice came from the other end of the phone, "The leader will come to the political research office in two minutes."

"what's going on?"

"The situation is very complicated. Let me go through it quickly for you first..."

Immediately afterwards, the other end of the phone quickly said some news, but it was only rough, that is, they received an emergency report from America, saying that a plane had hit the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.

"It was a good collision, it was so fucking enjoyable."

"..."

Zhang Haonan did not hide his excitement, "Do you know who hit him? I will give him a one-ton medal!"

"Can you save me some fucking trouble?!"

"Damn it, you actually know how to say dirty words!"

"I……"

The person on the other end of the phone obviously had high blood pressure. He cursed for a long time and used all kinds of strange dialects, which made Zhang Haonan laugh unbridled.

Zhao Feiyan on the side was honest and well-behaved. Although she didn't know what happened, she was sure of one thing. This phone call had a lot of background.

It was definitely not just one or two people who were woken up in the middle of the night. All the important institutions in the entire capital were now working overtime.

As soon as the day breaks, I don’t know how many things are waiting for me.

The pen writers also took ginseng slices in their mouths and brewed coffee and began to rack their brains, trying to be as careful as possible with their words.

“Do you think it’s okay to write like this?”

“… Tonight, after learning that some places in New York and Washington areas in America have been severely attacked, I am deeply concerned about the safety of Chinese personnel in Afghanistan, overseas Chinese students, overseas Chinese in Afghanistan, and compatriots in Afghanistan... Okay, copy it again. , show it to the leader.”

"Would you like to add a few more sentences?"

"Go through it first."

Two minutes later, the political research office was crowded, the air conditioner and electric fans were spinning at full speed, and everyone who had woken up from the night had arrived. The person on the phone with Zhang Haonan was not the best actor of the News Network, but the mayor of Songjiang City.

The call was obviously transferred, and the other party's tone was a little tired. After the call, he asked: "The situation is consistent with the 'May 2nd Judgment.' I won't discuss anything else with you. Regarding the impact of this incident on us, do you Which direction do you value more?"

Unlike the second in command, the other party will go to the capital next year to work with someone, so even though Zhang Haonan didn't have a deep relationship with him before, his mind is running very fast now.

"I'm personally more concerned about the negative sequelae of this incident."

"Is it a war?"

"No, the initiative in war will be controlled by the imperialism of the new era for a long time. The negative sequelae I am talking about mean that this incident is very likely to have an encouraging effect on the oppressed world, and what will follow will inevitably be various The rise of terrorism. In this atmosphere, any sensitive area will inevitably usher in a certain negative trend. Our situation is complicated, so my personal view is that it will inevitably force separatism to rise. After all, there are There is a strong path model.”

"Do you have any ideas in this regard?"

"Such a short time..."

"I just want your first instinct right now!"

“Then my idea is to ‘promote Mandarin’.”

“Promote Mandarin?”

"In areas where dialects are spoken, people should be able to speak, and even in places where dialects are not spoken, it is even more important to be able to speak. If there are no teaching materials, we must review them three times to prepare them. If there are no teachers, we must pay more to hire teachers. If people want to go in, they must be there. Training, as long as you are willing to spend money and learn Mandarin... it is not difficult."

"Okay, I understand. Around nine o'clock in the morning, my comrades from Songjiang and I will go to Shacheng. Please keep the call open, and please don't leave Shacheng yet. After that, I will communicate with the comrades in Beijing, and we will meet again in the afternoon. There is a meeting, please be sure to attend.”

"Can I not participate?"

"Do you fucking know what's going on now?!"

"..."

And everyone in the Capital Political Research Office had dull expressions. The elegant middle-aged man who had scolded his mother before breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, this kid is very capable. He can even irritate the top leader of Songjiang. This is nothing to him. , small scenes, small scenes...

After more than an hour of talking on the phone, Zhang Haonan was almost exhausted, but Zhao Feiyan was so scared that she didn't dare to express her anger. She was so frightened that she quietly brought a can of Coke to Zhang Haonan, but she didn't dare to open it for fear of being too loud.

"Husband...what happened? Forget it, don't tell me, I'm afraid..."

"You're scared, just ask me for advice. I'll ask you how much the consultation fee is during lunch. I charge by the second."

"..."

Zhao Feiyan was silent for a while, and finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Husband, your lots and lots of money...hasn't anyone robbed it?"

"no one."

"Is that still our family's money?"

"What our family? It's my money, mine."

"..."

Now Zhao Feiyan was finally relieved and relaxed again. As soon as the Coke was opened, Tongtonton took a sip himself first. After he was satisfied with the drink, he handed it to Zhang Haonan.

"Husband, there were so many calls suddenly. I thought something big had happened."

"What are you thinking about? We live in a peaceful country, what big things can happen?"

After that, I quickly found a few spare batteries and replaced them with my mobile phone.

In fact, he was very excited now and probably wouldn't be able to sleep for a while. After a while, Wei Gang called. Before he could speak, Zhang Haonan said: "If you are old, go to bed early and wait until dawn." .”

"Okay, I won't talk nonsense."

The bald old man hung up the phone directly, there was no need to talk nonsense.

At this moment, China's telegram was also sent out, and finally it added a paragraph: "...that night, the embassy in Afghanistan, the consulate general in Afghanistan, and the permanent mission to the United Nations were instructed to take immediate measures to provide all the harmed compatriots. Necessary help." followed by various trans-oceanic phone calls, anxiety and fear intertwined with various emotions, completely fermented in just one hour.

At dawn, the British Prime Minister strongly condemned the bombings in New York, Washington and other places, and expressed "strong shock" about them.

He also canceled an important speech scheduled to be delivered in the coastal city of Brighton that day and hurried back to London to convene an emergency cabinet security meeting to discuss countermeasures.

Later, German Chancellor Schroeder expressed strong shock at the explosion in America and expressed his deep condolences for the victims of the explosion.

Russian Presidential Press Secretary Gromov reported that the President expressed deep sympathy to the American people for the tragedy that occurred that day.

President Frank Chirac cut short his visit to Brittany and returned to Paris early after the World Trade Center bombing, saying it was his most urgent action at the moment.

Regardless of the international turmoil, Zhang Haonan slept soundly anyway.

How to talk about this? Anyway, he was just watching the excitement, and he was worried about the plane hitting his three-story building in the countryside?

But there is one detail that I saw on the fax sent by the Political Research Office in the capital after I woke up.

David Sharon did not condemn, but said that he could help and that the Davidian rescue team would immediately go to America.

This is not important. What is important is that the Political Research Office stated that the diplomatic missions and institutions of the Kingdom of David around the world have withdrawn from their locations...

What an evil nature.

After dawn, numerous students from primary and secondary schools in colleges and universities across the country expressed their simple feelings: Good collision, great, great...

Of course, there is a devil out of Beijing University who has written an article "Tonight, We Are All Americans". Zhang Haonan has already thought about it. "Panda Continent" must be at the top of the list, and then publicize this thing through all channels.

"Husband! The plane hit the building!"

"Did you hit the 'Sha Shi Building'?"

"What, the World Trade Center!"

Zhao Feiyan, who was brushing her teeth, was chirping at the same time. After realizing it, she remembered the phone call in the early morning: "Wow, isn't it? This is what the phone call at night was about?!"

"yes."

He took a toothbrush and followed suit. Zhang Haonan put his arms around Zhao Feiyan and watched the classic scenes together. He said one thing after another, which was quite shocking.

Just this, there will be a loss of 200 billion US dollars today.

How many people will lose their life savings in twenty-four hours...

Zhang Haonan is not interested in knowing.

But there will always be the first piece of good news.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the South Korean stock market opened, and then ushered in the first circuit breaker of the new century...

The Seoul team knelt down and kowtowed to the boss’s business card.

They don’t know whether the “God of Wealth” will bless them, but Boss Zhang will definitely bless them!

It’s only been five fucking minutes, and I’ve already made a lot of money…

When the call got through, the voice was vibrating.

These bumpkins have never seen big money, and Zhang Haonan is too lazy to talk nonsense to them. There are two teams in Seoul. The other team is in contact with companies related to the semiconductor and LCD panel industries. The key target is the "Lexi Venus" Group.

Zhang Haonan has no intention of bringing the South Korean money back to the country. Instead, he will wait until the end of September to obtain a batch of patent authorizations and then buy some patent rights, as well as several South Koreans who are well-known in Jiankang University Circle. Chemical industry expert.

At nine o'clock sharp, one of the news items that was repeatedly rotated was "China is concerned about the situation of American citizens in China." Zhang Haonan took it very seriously at the Shacheng City Government.

"...China is very concerned about the situation of American citizens who are working, doing business, traveling, and studying in China..."

"...the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Foreign Trade and Economic Cooperation, the Ministry of Education and other departments have expressed their sincere condolences to them and are willing to try their best to assist them in solving the problems and difficulties they encounter. The relevant central and local departments have also strengthened their support to foreign diplomatic missions in China. , consulates and commercial institutions to ensure the normal conduct of their life and work in China..."

The masters are among the people, and the masters are also in the court.

strong.

The leadership team of the current Shacheng City Government never expected that after such a big commotion, Songjiang's top leader would personally lead the team and specifically meet with Zhang Haonan.

Moreover, the leadership team of the Shacheng City Government was not allowed to participate in the meeting because of insufficient level. The original government work conference hall of the city government was now transferred to Songjiang.

Zhang Haonan was the only Shacheng person who could attend the meeting.

The Shacheng bureaucrats who experienced this incident personally were shocked, and some were even more shocked!

Knowing that Boss Zhang is so old, he is actually so hard? !

This meeting is considered an emergency meeting, and the topic around it is "security issues." Zhang Haonan can express his own opinions and opinions on some security strategic issues.

However, when debugging the conference link with Beijing, a guest from Songjiang casually asked Zhang Haonan, with such a big market and the "May 2nd Judgment", there can't be some economic activities, right?

Since the other party had already asked, Boss Zhang thought it would be inappropriate not to say anything, so he casually mentioned a number that he would definitely earn in South Korea today.

"Are you talking about a book?!"

"Why are you lying to me? Oh, phone, wait a minute."

The Japanese slave stock market opened for a few hours, and it felt like diarrhea...

The Edo team was even worse than the Seoul team. Those who came out to take a look at Xiaolin's family were already kneeling on the ground in front of Zhang Haonan's business card, saluting, and shouting "Kami Sama".

Then Boss Zhang said again that the guests from Songjiang felt like they were hallucinating.

Less than five minutes later, when the Liubei team called, Xiao Linwang, Kubayasisang’s eldest nephew, knelt down and worshiped from a distance, and said that from now on, he must seriously consider taking care of him...

There is no way, the trend of the stock market is already heading towards falling below 20% of the total market capitalization at the beginning of the year.

"Do you believe that I made a lot of money from just three phone calls?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

The conference hall was very quiet, and Zhang Haonan enjoyed it.

There will be hysteresis in some places, but how can I put it, the stock market crash will be late, but it will never be absent, just like justice.

Seeing Zhang Haonan's outrageous operation, the guests from Songjiang contacted the capital again and directly changed the topic of discussion. What nonsense safety issue... Let's put it aside. Let's go out together to see the God of Wealth!

Here comes the little flying stick~~