Siheyuan: Heavy Industry Revitalizes the Country

"Come on, don't you want to torture me?

I'll give you a chance to see if you can do it."

Following Fang Xiang’s words.

The sheriff looked at Fang Xiang's Zhongshan suit and the standard Mandarin he spoke.

He turned around and looked at the red BMW 120 without a license plate or documents.

It seemed like he remembered something.

Raise your right hand to signal stop.

Several policemen around immediately stopped their actions.

The sheriff looked at Fang Xiang with a suspicious look, then immediately turned around and ran towards Lei Luo.

As the sheriff said something, Lei Luo's gaze finally shifted from the BMW to Fang Xiang.

"My name is Lei Luo, what's your name?"

Lei Luo paced and came in front of Fang Xiang.

He raised his chin, smoked a cigar, and looked at Fang Xiang with squinted eyes.

"Excuse me, my surname is Fang.

You are Lei Luo, right? I heard you have a net worth of 500 million?

I think it's not good for an individual to hold so much money.

Do you want to take it out and start a business with me?"

Fang wanted to put his hands in his pockets and look at the arrogant Lei Luo.

He suggested with a grin.

"Are you from the mainland?"

Lei Luo heard Fang Xiang's accent, coupled with what he had just said.

His eyes suddenly changed. Not only did he lose the arrogant look he had just now, but he also lowered his head.

He looked into Fang Xiang's eyes and faced him straight in the face.

"It doesn't matter where you came from. How about it, Mr. Lei, are you interested in my proposal just now?

Or are you planning to copy me back?"

Fang Xiang still looked as harmless as before.

But as he was speaking, he stretched out his hands again and put them together.

“This is Hong Kong Island, not the mainland.

Did Mr. Fang cross the line?"

Lei Luo narrowed his eyes and looked Fang Xiang up and down.

“What about Hong Kong Island?

Mr. Lei has yellow skin and black eyes. He speaks Chinese, eats Chinese food, and writes Chinese characters.

So is your heart red, or a red cross on a white background?"

Fang wanted to look at Lei Luo's expression which had changed several times.

asked deliberately.

"what do you want?"

At this time, Lei Luo was certain that Fang Xiang was the person in the rumors.

But I didn't expect that Fang Xiang actually knew that he was wealthy.

Moreover, they have set their sights on him.

Although the mainland has no control over this area.

But now the mainland is still famous, and Fang Xiang is rumored to be a person of status.

If you really want to control yourself...

Thinking of his own weakness, Lei Luo suddenly felt guilty and wanted to ask Fang Xiang what he thought.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, that’s what I said.

Mr. Lei, would you like to cooperate with me and start a business?"

Fang Xiang saw that Lei Luo had recognized him, so he put his hand down.

He brought up what he had just said.

"doing what?"

Lei Luo's brows were getting furrowed deeper and deeper. At this moment, he was still a little confused about Fang's intentions.

But I didn't dare to offend him rashly.

"If you want to know, come see me in the evening.

You know where I am.”

Fang wanted to put away his smile and look at Lei Luo, who was half a head shorter than him.

Then she reached out and pulled up his shirt hem and collar.

Finally, he patted his shoulder.

After saying that, he winked at Howard.

He walked towards the BMW, opened the door and sat in the driver's seat.

"What did you say to him? He seemed very scared of you."

Howard also sat in the passenger seat and asked curiously.

"I asked him if he wanted to do business with me."

Fang Xiang started the car, put it in gear, stepped on the accelerator, and turned around at the intersection ahead.

"Really? I don't think he would agree to that."

Howard lowered the window and threw the cigarette butt out.

“He will, just as you will do business with me.

You can’t refuse my offer.”

Fang Xiang chose the 24-story hotel as it was particularly eye-catching and he would not get lost even if he didn't know the way.

"You are the most confident person I have ever met, bar none."

Howard shrugged his shoulders and did not object to Fang Xiang's words.

Indeed, the conditions Fang Xiang offered him were something he couldn't refuse.

"By the way, I've told you a lot of things that you're interested in, but you haven't told me yet."

Fang Xiang did not respond to Howard's words, but turned to the information he had intended to find out when he came to see Howard before.

“The CIA tells me that you designed an extremely advanced fighter jet.

You have the core data and blueprints.

Let me name a price for it. But you are not satisfied with this price. "

Howard did not hide anything and told everyone the information he knew.

"that's it?"

After Fang Xiang heard this, his face darkened. He had guessed this before.

Now, it has just been confirmed from Howard's mouth.

“That’s all, what, you think they’re going to take your life?

Come on, you're a big shot, they don't dare to do that.

Especially Lyndon Johnson's attitude towards you was very volatile, although there was still a lot of hostility."

Howard was not very satisfied with the space in the passenger seat.

He reached out and pulled the seat back a little, then he was able to stretch out his curled up legs a little.

"Johnson? He won't be hostile any time soon."

Fang wanted to laugh, remembering that in two years, he would step down, and in his place would be the Watergate presidency.

And a few years later, he visited China and changed China policy.

"Really? What do you know?"

Howard immediately understood what Fang Xiang meant.

As a businessman, he is also a wealthy man with close ties with American politicians.

Many interests are involved.

Naturally, we are very concerned about these.

“Nothing, why don’t we talk about the details of the transaction.

I need advanced machine tools, equipment and materials.

How much can you provide me?"

Seeing the hotel getting closer and closer, Fang Xiang turned the steering wheel again and turned to another road.

Since we haven't finished discussing the important matters yet, there's no need to rush back.

"That is impossible, my friend.

These are strictly sealed to you.”

Howard shook his head and refused.

“Nothing is impossible in this world.

There are always more solutions than problems, as long as you are willing.

These problems are not problems for you.

Now is the time for you to show your sincerity."

Fang Xiang waved his hand and refused the cigarette Howard handed over.

Look carefully at the road ahead.

“Yeah, that’s not a problem for me.

But your chips don’t seem to be attractive enough to me.”

Howard lit up the cigarette and thought for a while.

I agreed with Fang Xiang’s statement.

Now in the 60s, smuggling is actually more rampant than in later generations, and it is large-scale and widespread.

The regulatory efforts of various countries are no less stringent than in later generations, but they still cannot stop it.

At the same time, Howard's industries are spread all over the world, coupled with his special identity.

For him, smuggling is just a matter of whether he wants to or not, not whether he can do it or not.

"What else do you want? Tell me."

Fang Xiang frowned at Howard's big appetite.

I didn't expect that this old American man was so greedy, but I still restrained myself and asked him what he wanted.

"You know, the plane."

Howard took a puff of his cigarette and calmly made his request.

"That's impossible. There's no need to mention this matter anymore."

Fang Xiang flatly refused, saying this was not something that could be traded.

Unexpectedly, this old man still didn't give up.

"So there's nothing to talk about?"

Howard smiled.

"Then there's nothing to discuss."

Fang Xiang sneered.

What I originally discussed with Howard was unplanned.

It worked, everyone was happy, it was a timely help.

If it fails, it doesn’t matter, there is no loss.

Just when both of them were silent, Fang Xiang suddenly thought of President Watergate.

As the world's richest man, Howard would be very lucky if he knew in advance who would be the next president and invested in him.

Then there will inevitably be huge political and economic rewards.

This is also a bargaining chip!

"What would you think if I said I knew who the next president would be?"

Thinking of this, coupled with Howard's curious inquiry just now, Fang Xiang was certain that he must want to know.