When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Robert said he could do nothing to help Pablo with his request.

He took out a mobile phone, tapped on it with his fingers, and quickly pulled out a few photos.

Placing the photo in front of Pablo, he tapped his fingers and explained:

"I'm sorry, but if it was three years ago, it would have been easy for us to kill Awad."

“But now, I can’t get rid of it.”

"All of his personal guards have been replaced by Chinese people. Their temperament and appearance are completely different from ours."

"We tried to find Japanese, Vietnamese, and Koreans for special training, hoping to imitate them and implement the plan of passing off fakes as real ones."

"But it failed!"

"No matter how we train the Vietnamese, Japanese, and Koreans we are looking for, they can never develop the temperament of Rhine Defense."

"After reaching this conclusion, we decided to try a different approach and directly join Rhine Defense to cause trouble during the mission."

"But their affiliated defense company has extremely strict requirements. Have you ever seen a company that checks tattoos when recruiting mercenaries?"

"Those guys without tattoos will quickly be assimilated into the group once they come in."

"It's no longer in tune with what it was before we joined, and you can tell at a glance."

"Moreover, their internal system is extremely strict. Those who can appear next to Awad are the elite among the elite. They are all people who know everything about us. We have no chance."

"Apart from special operations decapitation, the only option left is missile attacks. At this critical moment, using missiles to attack a head of state, to be honest, I don't recommend doing so."

Robert's long speech made Pablo's face more and more ugly. In the end, the Israeli president raised his eyes and stared at Robert.

After staring at him for a long time, he asked back, "Then I asked you to find a sniper to kill Odebiao, and you agreed so readily?"

When Robert was questioned about his double standards in person, he looked a little embarrassed. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands, coughed lightly a few times, then pointed to his throat and said that his throat was uncomfortable.

Pablo despised his forced attempt to find an excuse, but he didn't say much. He just rolled his eyes, tapped the table with his fingers, and said:

"It's fine if we can't kill this guy Awad!"

"No matter what the price is, Odebiao must die, and so must Hanks."

"Kill a few people from Iran, Iraq, Egypt, Syria, Lebanon, and Palestine as well."

"Christmas is the day Jesus was born, so let's kill a few more people as a sacrifice."

He talked a lot, and when he talked about something happy, his long horse face broke into a smile that looked like a chrysanthemum.

Unlike his happiness, the smile on Robert's face next to him was not deep.

He didn't want to laugh.

All he wanted was Christmas.

Although Jesus was killed by the Jews, Christmas is a good holiday and it would be a waste if it is not celebrated.

…………

As Christmas approaches, the whole of America seems to have pressed the slowdown button. Except for those whose wages are only enough to pay taxes, the rest of the people subconsciously stop and prepare to have a good rest in this rare leisure time.

Odebiao didn't want to rest, and he couldn't rest.

Because he is the President of America.

He is the only black president in America, and even in the world.

In the past dozen months, he has suffered countless criticisms and attacks.

He needs to take some action at this critical moment to improve his image in the eyes of the public.

Prepare for next year's policies and at the same time, prepare for the next round of elections.

The President of the United States serves a four-year term, and the first four-year term is all preparation for the second four-year term.

Only by being re-elected for eight consecutive terms, and serving two terms in office, can one be considered a complete President of America.

He works overtime.

As the boss, the people below me also have to work overtime.

The chief of staff stood beside him, holding the Christmas schedule in his hands, staring at it intently. He glanced at the table, said something about the itinerary, and then glanced at Odbiao:

"We need to go to Our Lady of the Assumption Hospital at 9 a.m. on December 23 to visit the disabled soldiers and their families in the hospital."

"Thank them for their contributions to the country, the blood they shed for the country, and the tears they shed for the country."

"These disabled soldiers are professional actors hired by the Pentagon. You need to cooperate with them. But you don't have to cooperate too much. As the President of America, you need to remain serious at all times. So you can't cry. You need to smile at all times, with a little seriousness in your smile and a little smile in your seriousness."

"Also, there will be several child actors on the scene. They are all beautiful boys and girls that we are looking for. When you comfort and caress them, you must be careful about the degree of restraint."

"Because there are a lot of people on the Internet who are constantly attacking you as a pedophile, and you have to pay attention to that."

"In the afternoon, we need to go to Howard University to give a patriotic speech."

"I personally suggest that you put on American soldier camouflage uniforms when you give speeches. This will be more inspiring and can attract more college students to join the army."

"According to a report provided by the Pentagon, the quality of soldiers joining the army in the past two years has declined so severely that they cannot even read the manual of a tank."

"The speech at the university is expected to last three hours, starting at 2pm and ending at 5pm, and we have an hour for transition."

"One hour, 6pm, we need to go to Sidwell Friendship Academy."

“In this comprehensive school, you have to spend dinner with kindergarten students.”

"These kindergarten students are all carefully selected children from the families of members of parliament. Although they are very young, you don't have to worry about these children disturbing you when you eat!"

“During mealtime, you need to interact with these children, and the overall time is about an hour.”

"At 7:30 pm, you need to have a friendly football match with the children from the primary school. The time is a standard football match time, so you must not eat too much when you are eating with the children from the kindergarten!"

“Be sure to remember this!”

"Even if the food is delicious, you can't eat too much. Vigorous exercise after a meal is very bad for your body."

The sudden concern made Odebiao grind his teeth while sitting in the chair.

You bastard, you know that strenuous exercise after a meal is bad for your health, so why did you arrange to play football?

Can't we just play bridge?

If all else fails, we can gather around a campfire, sing songs, and talk about our hopes for the future!

Playing football!

Odebiao was complaining madly in his mind, but his face did not show any impatience. He just sat there, smiling and nodding.

The awkward smile on his face was all seen by the chief of staff.

The chief of staff didn't want to work overtime, so he simply stopped talking and looked at Odbiao expectantly, hoping to hear from him that the itinerary was unreasonable and should be cancelled.

However, no matter how eagerly he looked, Odebiao didn't say anything. He just kept smiling with his big white front teeth.

Not hearing what he wanted to hear, the chief of staff stopped being polite and flipped through the schedule to the next page:

"After the football match with the primary school, you need to present awards to the winners."

"Well... to show fairness, whoever is in the same group with you will be the loser."

"After the awards ceremony, you need to give a speech to the junior high school students."

"Unlike the primary school, many students in the junior high school come from other countries. They have different skin colors, different ethnic groups, and different beliefs."

"You need to give these teenagers a unique American stamp when you speak to them, shape their worldview, and let them live for America."

“Regarding the title of your speech, it is I Have a Dream.”

"The people below have already started preparing the specific content of the speech. It will probably take about three days."

"The speech will probably last until 11 o'clock. The specific situation depends on whether you choose to communicate with these adolescent children during the speech."

“Without detailed communication, it would probably be shortened by about an hour.”

"After your speech, you need to conduct face-to-face interviews with high school students."

"The interviews were mainly about encouraging them to go to college, promoting student loans, and then encouraging them to join the military and join the American Army."

"During the face-to-face interview, you can choose to play games. As for the specific games, I will communicate with the school to see what their students are best at."

The chief of staff said this, closed the document, and let out a long sigh.

He let out all the anger, and just as the smile on Odebiao's face was about to bloom, he picked up another folder and spread it out:

"The above is the itinerary for December 23. On December 24, at 5 a.m., we need to go to Arlington National Cemetery to pay homage to the soldiers buried in the national cemetery."

"You will be giving a speech on the spot. The speech has already been prepared. You need to pay special attention not to mention MacArthur during the speech!"

"Remember! Don't mention MacArthur. Don't, don't, don't mention him!"

"Why?"

"Because he uses the veterans as lubricant!" The chief of staff replied indifferently, flipping through the documents, and then suddenly added:

“And don’t mention Eisenhower and George Patton, who were also major players.”

"When we go to the cemetery to pay respects, the main targets are the soldiers and their families, so we must not mention these three names."

"Do you understand?"

Odebiao pursed his black lips into a straight line, shook his head, and couldn't help sighing.

It's like you can't mention watermelon, cotton, or whip in front of a black person.

It cannot arouse PTSD in the hearts of those veterans.

The chief of staff had been watching his expression from the side, and only after noticing that the president's expression showed that he did know the ins and outs of these things did he return his gaze to the document:

"According to the weather forecast, there will be a rainstorm in the morning of December 24th. In order to perform better, you need to look at the tombstone alone in the rain and pay your respects."

"So, when you go out on the morning of the 24th, I need Madam to prepare an extra set of clothes for you."

"If possible, you'd better wear a raincoat under your clothes. After all, it's quite cold."

"After the memorial service at the cemetery, we need to return to the White House and give a New Year's speech on the lawn in front of the White House."

“This is a speech to the whole country and the whole world.”

"The title of the speech is America's Dream. The people below the relevant speeches have already started preparing. You don't have to worry."

"When you give a speech, you need to be confident and outspoken, and have the aura of looking down on the world. When you have nothing to do in the next two days, you can practice in front of the mirror at home."

"The lecture will last until noon, there will be a lunch at noon, and after lunch, from 2pm to 5pm, it will be your community work time."

"We need you to act as a community worker in the designated neighborhoods."

"Wait a minute!" Odebiao suddenly stopped explaining, opened the five fingers of both hands, said a word, and retracted a finger:

"What do you mean I need to act as a community worker in a designated neighborhood?"

"No, how can there be such a thing in capitalist America? What is the specific work of this thing?"

Listening to these inquiries, the chief of staff could not help but roll his eyes and wanted to curse the man as an ungrateful person, saying that he had forgotten his previous poor days just after living a rich and prosperous life.

But on second thought, he felt that if he were Odebiao, once he gained power, he would definitely cut off everything from the past.

Tapping his fingers lightly on the document, he continued to explain:

"You need to work as a milk courier, newspaper courier, garbage collector, sanitation worker within three hours in the afternoon..."

After listing more than a dozen occupations, the chief of staff patted his head as if he had suddenly realized something and said, "Don't worry, Mr. President, we won't let you pretend to be a skilled worker. Those jobs have unions. In order not to cause unnecessary trouble, we will screen out the unionized jobs from the beginning."

"And at most you just pose for photos, you don't have to actually sweep up the trash."

"After the community work in the afternoon, it's time for your evening schedule."

"At 7pm, you need to invite ambassadors from various countries in America to a Christmas dinner."

"For your own safety, you cannot drink alcohol, eat cake, or eat anything else at the banquet."

“Everything you just pick up and put on the plate in front of you, and then you watch other people eat it.”

"Why is it clamped?" Odebiao raised his hand again, he remembered something not so good.

At the same time, there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes when he looked at his chief of staff.

The chief of staff spread his hands and said, "I'm sorry, my dear Mr. President, because according to the plan, the dishes used in this dinner are from China."

“That’s why we use chopsticks, that’s why we use tongs!”

Bang!

This explanation did not satisfy Odebiao. He slapped the table, stood up, and shouted angrily:

"At America's Christmas party, you're hosting ambassadors from all over the world, eating food from other countries?"

"What do you mean? We in America can't show off our stuff, right?"

The Chief of Staff spread his hands again, tilted his head and asked seriously:

"So my dear Mr. President, tell me, which is thicker, the history of America or the recipe book of America?"