Siheyuan: I'm not happy, don't even think about having a good life

The two came to the office on the top floor, and the Death Woman brought over the thirty-year-old tonic wine. Ross couldn't wait to take a sip and couldn't help shuddering.

"That's the taste, Hong Guan, you know, if I don't have your tonic wine, I will really go crazy."

Hong Guan laughed and said, "Don't worry, General Ross. I can't bear to part with my good friend like you. I hope you live a long life!"

The two of them exchanged pleasantries until half an hour later, when Ross was already a little tipsy and finally got down to business.

"Hong Guan, have you sold a batch of arms to the Middle East recently?"

"You know, I'm a businessman. The Magic Dragon Hotel also has branches in the Middle East. We are all partners, and they are very generous."

Ross couldn't help but frowned. "I'm not forbidding you to sell arms to people in the Middle East, but you also know that we are at war with the Middle East."

"I know. It's just those old guys who want to steal other people's oil. It's been so many years. It's not a big deal!"

"This time is different. Because of your munitions, we have lost several key battles in a row, and many people have died. Someone in the Pentagon is getting restless."

Throwing a large mosquito coil to Ross, he smiled casually, "So what? I'm just a businessman. And don't you think it's funny that they say this?

What I sell are all light weapons, how can they determine the victory of a battle!

Look at the Bald Eagle military base. There are planes, tanks, rocket launchers and missiles. The forces are not evenly matched, okay?"

After taking a puff of a large mosquito coil, Ross touched his nose awkwardly and said, "It's true that more people died on the other side, but our casualty rate has also increased a lot."

This is just for your reference. Don't watch the movies where they say there are snipers coming back from the Middle East who are so ruthless, like gods descending from the sky.

In fact, it's all nonsense. The Bald Eagle soldiers are nothing at fighting, they are the number one drug addicts, they have psychological problems all the time, and they are almost retired.

"Okay, my old friend, tell me what's going on this time. We're all family, so there's no need to be so pretentious. If it was really about some trivial matter like arms, I wouldn't have asked you to come here in person."

Ross leaned back and laughed. "Well, my friend, I knew I couldn't hide it from you. Five years ago, Howard Stark was at the Expo and said he wanted to build a reactor.

At that time, the stock of Stark Corporation was growing very fast. Later, Howard died, but Tony came out and guaranteed that the reactor would be available as scheduled within five years.

Now the five-year period has arrived, and Stark Industries has its own reactor, but he refuses to sell it.

I know that your energy company has Anton Vanko, a key figure in the original reactor research, and you are also building your own reactor under your building.

I don’t know if it can be sold, but the military is very interested in purchasing it, and the price is negotiable.”

Naturally, this news was leaked by an undercover military agent.

In fact, not only the military, but all forces have received the news, but other forces are waiting and watching, and only Ross came the fastest.

"Of course, how can we not make money? But we haven't exposed this thing. How did the military know about it?"

Ross laughed. "So it's true. I don't know how those gentlemen got the news. You know I'm not very interested in this aspect."

"Of course I trust you, but to be honest, a reactor is like a large bomb. If it explodes, more than one or two people will die.

If the military wants to buy it, that's fine. But if something goes wrong, I won't be responsible!"

Ross's smile froze. "I'll tell them, what's the price?"

"One billion Dolo, at cost price! It takes up a lot of space, so if you want to install it, you need a very large place."

"Okay, I got it! Also, I have an order, I don't know if you will accept it."

"Oh? Tell me."

"Individual recoilless rocket launcher, four-round burst, one thousand, ten thousand rounds of ammunition."

Hong Guan spread his hands and said, "Old friend, you know me. I won't do something with such high lethality."

Ross looked at Hong Guan seriously and said, "Only provide it to my troops. I know that the Magic Dragon Group can produce it, and the price is negotiable."

"Well, since my old friend wants it, I certainly can't refuse. Let me make it clear first that it won't have the Dragon logo, and it has nothing to do with us."

"No problem. This batch of arms has nothing to do with the Magic Dragon Group."

After the meal, Ross left the Dragon Hotel with satisfaction, carrying 100 kilograms of tonic wine. Hong Guan stood in the office on the top floor and watched the convoy leave.

The Death Woman came behind Hong Guan and said, "Boss, the person is gone."

"I saw it. Contact the person in charge of the Dragon Hotel in the Middle East and ask him to contact the flower grower to order a batch of seamless steel pipes and gas cylinders. Our friends in the Middle East also need to increase their firepower."

"Okay, Boss!" The Death Girl nodded and left the office.

Hong Guan chuckled and thought it was time to give a shock to the bald eagle soldiers in the imperial cemetery. The weapons did not need to be very advanced, as long as they had enough lethality.

The gas tank missile has strong firepower. One can kill someone silently, while three can destroy a building. I wonder if you are surprised or not.

At night, Hong Guan brought Lingdie to a banquet. The so-called celebrities from all walks of life were all dressed appropriately, toasting each other, and looked very high-end.

In fact, he is dignified in front of people but dirty behind their backs, which is beyond everyone's imagination.

Not long after I came in, a man who looked a little funny came over with a girl.

"Hello Mr. Hong, my name is Chuan Jianguo, and this is my daughter, Ivana."

Hong Guan looked at Trump with some admiration. This boy is a freak and quite interesting.

"So it's Mr. Jianguo. I've heard of your name and have met your father once. Your daughter is very beautiful."

This is not nonsense. Chuan Jianguo's family is also a famous old money family in Bald Eagle. Although the assets are not very large, the influence is not small.

In addition, Ivana is still young now, but in the future, she will be a frequent character in novels.

"Mr. Hong, you are too polite. Compared with your Magic Dragon Group, we are just a small fry."

"Haha, Mr. Jianguo is really humble. If you have nothing to do, we can sit down and have a drink."

Chuan Jianguo smiled. He was more than happy to have a relationship with top-notch old money like Hong Guan!

The two sat down and chatted, Psylocke talked about cosmetics with Ivana, and when the other celebrities saw this, they all looked up to Chuan Jianguo. Being able to connect with Hong Guan was something they couldn't get even if they begged for it!

"Mr. Hong, I heard that the Magic Dragon Group is planning to build a high-rise in Los Angeles. Will they open it to bid?"

Hong Guan was stunned. It turned out that this was Chuan Jianguo's purpose in getting close to him. The land was acquired not long ago. This kind of thing cannot be hidden from others.

“The Magic Dragon Group has its own long-term partners. We generally do not invite external bids, but if Mr. Jianguo is interested, he can participate.

I'll give you the person in charge's phone number later, and you can communicate between yourselves. Let me be frank, the internal structure of the building is a secret and must not be disclosed."

"Of course, don't worry, we are all professionals!"

As for the architectural drawings that can be checked by the public, they are meant to deceive outsiders, and few people really do that.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jianguo Chuan continued to brag to Hong Guantian about all sorts of things. He was very tactful and not as crazy as he later appeared on TV.

When Trump heard that Ivana was going to be a model, his face stiffened. They are a old money family, and models are just playthings in their eyes.

Isn't it funny to treat your own daughter as a plaything?

Hong Guan remembered that it was written in the novel that Ivana had indeed been a model, and was said to be a supermodel. Whether it was true or not was hard to say.

After the banquet, Lingdie took Hong Guan's arm and said, "Brother Guan, you seem to be very fond of that old man?"

"Haha, you'll know later. You can talk more with his daughter when you have time."

Psylocke frowned slightly, "Let Raven handle this kind of thing. I'm not used to chatting with little girls."

"It's okay. There's no rush. We don't need it right now. Just keep the relationship going."

A week later, the delivery of the arms order was completed, and the gas tanks and steel pipes in the Middle East were about to be received.

Another piece of news that I have been waiting for for a long time finally has a result.

"Master, agents from the Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau have discovered traces of aliens landing on Earth. The plan you mentioned earlier can now begin."

“Very good, go and ask Alexander Pierce to bring more agents out to carry out the mission, and I will let the Skrulls cooperate with you.

As for the aliens, just send me a copy of the clues and you don't have to worry about it. I will solve it and you can write the action report yourself."

"Yes, Master!"

After hanging up the phone, I always wanted to whip Hei Lu Dan every time I saw him, but I have to admit that he is still very reliable.

It would be best to capture Captain Pancake Face and use him as a thug before he becomes the Ultimate Form.

As for the space police, that's crazy. You are an earthling, and you are the space police of your sister!

The cartoon of the bald eagle is full of distorted values, so I'd better avoid it.

Three days later, in a small town in Bald Eagle Kansas, more than a hundred Skrulls killed all the agents of the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency and turned them into their own appearance.

"Nick, great job. How many of our people are there in the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency now?"

"Master, there are already more than a thousand of them, all of them are super Skrulls with strong combat capabilities. Many Hydra agents have been replaced, and our people are able to attend some of their meetings."

“Well done. You should follow me this time so that it will be easier for you to write the action report. When Alexander Pierce retires, you should be the director.

It's time to give it a name. This crappy name is too long. I'm going to get tongue-tied after saying it too much."