Iron Bull Legend

"If they dare, we are still wolves even if we are old. We can still arm ourselves with our teeth. Even if we bite them a few times, we won't let them off easily. Damn it." There was a fierce light in the eyes of the crippled wolf.

"You are just a brave man. This is your character. Have you ever thought that there will really be a day when you will not be able to bite others? You are sitting in a wheelchair, drooling. Can your eyes stare people to death or can your saliva drown people? You still talk about arming your teeth, I think you want to arm your mind, otherwise when the time comes, you will just think about it with helplessness and unwillingness in your eyes," said Youlang contemptuously.

“Haha…hahahaha…” Youlang’s words made everyone laugh, except Canlang, who sat there rolling his eyes to express his dissatisfaction. However, the next moment he thought about it and also laughed, because he finally figured it out.

In handling this matter, the prince's idea was undoubtedly the best. After all, this was for the sake of all the brothers. He arranged a lifelong way out for everyone and thought of a retreat for all of them, and the arrangement was very safe.

It can be said that using Tie Niu's funds can ensure that no one will know the source of the funds. It can only be used as an investment and will not attract the surveillance of the outside world or hostile forces. This is Tie Niu's layout, and it also makes these ceiling-level mercenaries work for him sincerely.

Although Tie Niu has returned to China, it has been making plans in the international market. Now, Tie Niu has dabbled in many international mineral deposits, and those scarce resources are being stockpiled in large quantities. Overseas warehouses are already piled up like mountains.

Tie Niu knows that the world is so small and some resources become less and less as they are used. For example, coal is familiar to everyone and everyone uses it. No one will burn coal. Even if not everyone burns it openly, heating companies still need to provide hot circulating water and use coal for heating in winter.

Therefore, the word "excessive" has been added to the front of coal mining in recent years, which means that the grabbing of coal has become a crazy mining behavior. Although it has not reached the point of depletion now, will there be any in the next few decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years?

Let alone considering future generations, because, when you have already buried yourself in the ground and turned into ashes, you will have no chance to say this. Even if you have the chance, you can only say some lofty words and empty talk, just like the air released from some people.

Therefore, Tie Niu's layout is also a kind of resource investment. The money in your hand is always a pile of papers, but the patterns on them are more exquisite. It's just that it was once a currency for transaction, and now it will be returned to you for the items you need.

Tie Niu has been using the Wolf King Mercenary Group to continuously purchase large amounts of mineral resources and mineral materials and store them. This time he came to the Middle East for oil reserves, because, in the future, oil reserves are essential materials for a country's development.

Without oil reserves, it would be impossible for this country to develop, because Tie Niu secretly investigated some data of China after returning to China. There are very few means of transportation now, and very few people travel, lacking the necessary liquidity. Once this liquidity increases, the demand for this resource will become higher and higher.

Tie Niu took the four people to a tavern outside for a midnight snack, explained some issues, and after settling them down, he went straight back to his room because, early the next morning, Tie Niu planned to pack up the medicine and leave. He couldn't stay here for long, mainly because he didn't want to have more contact with Shaula.

The long talk with Bob tonight has made Tie Niu very disappointed. He came with sincerity and friendship between classmates, but even if you are full of sincerity, you cannot expect others to cooperate or confide in you as sincerely as you do.

This is what makes Tie Niu disappointed. Even if you give those oil fields to your Wolf King Mercenary Group, you have to show enough sincerity. Now, it is a bit unfair for him to offend the United States and its military. This is why Tie Niu doesn't want to contact Bob anymore.

However, before the two sides have completely fallen out, it is still better to retain some kindness and allow the other party to maintain some self-respect. This is Tie Niu's true thought, and it is also the advice Tie Niu gave Bob at Shaula's last moment. At least, Tie Niu did what he should do.

When Bob left the hotel, he thought about what Tie Niu had said. He knew that his father had gone too far in this matter, and that it was the main reason why Shaula had pushed his friendship away and not given him enough attention. To put it bluntly, it was also a form of defense against the Wolf King Mercenaries.

He was thinking about how to negotiate or communicate with his father about this matter. Although he had been granted the position of Minister of Economy by his father, as an Economic Minister who had just taken over politics and economy, he did not have his own say or position.

He was a little silent, and even more so, he felt a little pressured, as he had experienced so many hardships and so many intrigues since he came into this world, because he was a little confused.

The main thing is that Bob doesn't know where he will go, where his future direction is, and whether the road ahead is bumpy and thorny. The road ahead is unknown and has endless risks, but what can a young man who is just 21 years old do?

He returned to his residence and asked his servant to bring him a bottle of red wine. He drank it alone. It was not until this time that he felt his loneliness. Although he was the prince of Shaula, he still had no friends, not even a close friend.

"No, I have friends, friends I can talk to about my heart," Bob muttered to himself, but the next second his eyes began to unfocus, "Yes, I have friends, friends I can talk to about anything, friends I can brag and gossip with, but I lost them just now."

Bob picked up the red wine and drank it in one gulp. He felt that the red wine did not bring him the kind of fuel to share happiness when he was happy, but it had the same bitterness in his mouth, the kind of bitterness that made him helpless.

This is something he has never experienced before. Is it really so difficult to lose a friend? Have I really lost him from now on, this friend with whom I could talk about everything, this buddy with whom I could share everything?

What have I done for him over the years? I eat his food, drink his drinks, live in his big house, and make so many friends with his friendship and connections. But what have I done for him? Is it that I only take and never give back? Bob, ask yourself this.

With just one phone call from me, they arranged so much medicine for me, which was used to directly treat the people in my country who were in dire straits and save the lives of my country's common people. This time, they were in danger again, and they rushed over from thousands of miles away regardless of their own risks.

I am acting as a mouthpiece between my father and my friend, doing things that put my friend in danger, making them face the endless armed military attacks of the hegemony and future of the United States. Is this what a friend does? Is this what a friend should do?

Bob picked up the bottle and poured a glass of red wine. He held it up and stared at it, examining the blood-colored liquid in front of her. She seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, as well as a long river of blood flowing all over the ground, just like the color in the red wine glass in front of her, constantly flowing.

He finished another glass of red wine, his constant coughing made his brows furrowed and the corners of her mouth twitched constantly. She felt that she had really lost the friendship of her friend, a brother with whom she could talk, with whom she could talk about everything, with whom she could sit together and express her true feelings.

After putting on his clothes, he walked straight towards the lighted room not far away. However, when he stopped at the door of the room separated by the wall, he stopped and put down the hand he had just raised.

He seemed even more confused. The hope and courage that had just arisen in him deflated again like a punctured ball. He hesitated to move forward. He felt as if he had become cowardly and powerless again.

The inner turmoil made Bob feel torn. He had lost his wisdom from this moment on and it was even more difficult for him to make the most correct decision. His eyes became even more confused.

A gust of cold wind blew past, causing him to shiver. This immediately woke him up, because a voice rang out in his mind, "He is the prince, he is the wolf king."

Not to mention anything else, just taking the prince as an example, he and his entire family could not bear the other party's anger. What happened in Europe nine years ago was still vivid in his mind. Although he did not see everything at the scene with his own eyes, even those who narrated the scene at that time trembled as they spoke of the tragedy of the scene. The corpses were piled up like a mountain.

Finally waking up, he mustered up his courage again and straightened his back. Although the expression on his face was a little numb, he still didn't care about it, as if his whole body was full of strength at this moment.

"Knock knock knock... Knock knock" Bob finally knocked on the door. At this time, the time was already 1:30 in the morning. Bob had been standing at the door of their father's room for more than an hour. It can be seen how determined Bob was this time.

"Why are you here? Is there anything wrong so late?" Mohammed Sharimius stood in front of Bob like an expressionless zombie.

"Father, I think your decision today (not yesterday) is incorrect. Not only did you make me lose credibility, but you also made us Shaula lose the feeling of being on good terms with China. Think about it, although China does not have much strength now, what will it be like in the near future? Will it still be so weak? As a country, why would we offend a lion that is about to wake up because of such a small matter? If we continue to do this, will we still have credibility?..." Bob also spoke to his father without hesitation what he had been thinking about for a long time outside.