The Far East Ace in New York is currently in the process of serious negotiations with the US government.
A small piece of flesh on his left arm was also wiped off by a stray bullet. Although it was not particularly serious, if you imagine that the bullet penetrated the thick Soviet military uniform coat, you will know that he was also very dangerous this time.
His left hand was wrapped with a white bandage and hung around his neck. He was wearing a Soviet-style military coat. He stood in front of the mourning hall set up in the Consulate General of the Soviet Union in New York, and said sternly to the visiting U.S. Foreign Ministry officials: "You must hand over the murderer and return the bodies of our two chiefs. They are Soviets and loyal fighters of our party and country. They should be buried in our Revolutionary Martyrs Cemetery in Moscow."
The American diplomat smiled awkwardly but politely and said: "Mr. Peter, there is something fishy about this matter. Please believe us, we have no reason to assassinate them."
"Why should we believe you?" The chill on the Far East Ace's face was almost freezing to death. His eyes were sharp and unruly, full of ridicule and disdain. "Just because of your Twitter president who changes orders every day? Or because of the reputation of your CIA around the world? A discredited reputation?"
"Mr. Peter, we understand your feelings, but please don't insult our president." The American diplomats couldn't stand listening. Don't they want to lose face
But what can they do with a president who tweets every day and deletes his last tweet at every turn
It’s not even possible to refute Deputy Consul General Peter’s words.
Because if they deny it, I believe they can take out screenshots and slap them in the face in a matter of minutes.
The Far East Ace sneered and put his hands behind his back, "What's wrong? I just said one thing and you can't stand it? - The reputation of your president is more important than the life of our chief, right? But that's for you .”
"For us, the lives of our own people are much more important than the reputation of your president." The Far East ace stretched out his uninjured right hand and said with a straight face: "If you have nothing else to say, please come back. Bar."
Among the visiting US Foreign Ministry officials was a diplomat who had served as a visiting professor at Harvard University's Kennedy School of Government.
He is very old, his hair is silvery white, but his face is rosy and natural, and he is energetic.
But now there is a sad look on his face.
He walked up to the Far East Ace and said very sincerely: "Mr. Peter, what we said is true. Mr. Yelisin and Mr. Gorbachev were once my best students. They were determined to transform the advanced system of the United States." Introducing the Soviet Union. This time we came here, we met with them many times, just to... "
"Mr. Platini! Since they don't believe us, we don't need to waste any more words." A middle-sized American diplomat suddenly interrupted the former visiting professor of Harvard University, "We should leave."
The very old Mr. Platini stopped talking with some guilt and said nonchalantly: "... In fact, their death is a greater loss to us than to you."
"What do you mean? They are state-level officials of our Soviet Union. Why do you say that their death will be a greater loss for you?!"
The Far East Ace obviously caught the loophole in the former visiting professor's words and asked without delay, "What on earth do you mean? Is what they do for you, the United States, more important than what they do for our Soviet Union?!"
The meaning of these words is profound, almost asking whether these two Soviet state-level officials are treason...
"Mr. Peter, please don't talk nonsense!" The middle-sized diplomat who had just spoken to stop Professor Platini clearly understood the meaning behind the Far East Ace's words.
His face turned dark, his brows furrowed, and he tried his best to respect you and said: "I understand your mood. The death of Mr. Yelisin and Mr. Gorbachev is definitely a heavy loss for you, and it is also detrimental to world peace. It’s also a huge loss.”
"I don't understand it anymore." The Far East ace stared at the middle-sized American diplomat aggressively.
If he read correctly, this person's true identity should be an agent of the CIA, because his vigilance and behavioral habits gave him a very familiar feeling.
That is the subconscious warning that arises when peers meet peers.
Of course, the Far East Ace's disguise is even more powerful.
He did not arouse any vigilance from his American colleague and just regarded him as a dandy diplomat sent by the Soviet Union.
Because according to the intelligence obtained by the CIA, the Far East ace Mr. Peter Huo Shaoheng’s grandmother was once a Soviet diplomat.
The Soviet diplomatic system was based on hereditary succession rather than merit-based admission, so these Americans did not take the beautiful Deputy Consul General Peter seriously at all.
The American diplomat said calmly: "Because of their deaths, your top leader, Mr. Putin, has threatened to expel our diplomats and even go to war with them. So I say that their deaths are a big blow to world peace." loss."
The Far East ace sneered, and said with a half-raised head: "You hand over the body of our leader and send us back to Moscow with a national gift in front of the whole world. I believe that this matter has nothing to do with your government. Otherwise, it is a war." It’s peace, just in the moment of my thought!”
The middle-sized American diplomat looked at the Far East ace with almost contempt, thinking to himself that this was really a loser, but what was the use of only asking for a national gift
Besides, did they need to seize the bodies of the two Soviet officials
They were indeed valuable when they were alive, but now that they are dead, all value has returned to zero.
Seizing the body again will arouse the anger of Putin, the top leader of the Soviet Union. Maybe they will really launch missiles...
The fighting nation is so tough.
Take life and death lightly, and do it if you don't accept it.
They Americans are not so reckless.
Therefore, he sighed and said: "Don't worry, I will go back to negotiate with the people at the police station now, and I must return the bodies of your two chiefs as soon as possible. Also, regarding the matter of sending them as national gifts, I Ask the president for instructions immediately."
The ace of the Far East snorted arrogantly and said, "You don't need to send our leader back to the country with a national gift. I will stay here and not leave!"
A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the middle-sized American diplomat.
But Peter's next sentence made him completely defeated: "...I still want to tweet every day to confront your president!"
U.S. officials are now not afraid of anything but the president's quarrel with others on Twitter...
Of course, ordinary people dare not quarrel with the President of the United States, but those who dare to quarrel with the President of the United States are not ordinary people.
"Mr. Peter, please calm down! We will arrange the national ceremony right away!"
By this time, American diplomats had little leverage in negotiating with Soviet diplomats.
To put it bluntly, two leaders have already died. What leverage can they use to negotiate terms with the Soviets
Now the whole world is condemning the negligence of the Americans, which resulted in the death of two Soviet state-level officials.
With the persistence and hard and soft tactics of the Far East Ace, the US government simply couldn't wait to drive them away.
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A few days later, they left New York and returned to Moscow, the Soviet Union. It was a snowy day.
The special plane from the Soviet Union landed slowly at the New York Airport.
The honor guard and military band of the three services sent by the U.S. government played the Soviet national anthem in the heavy snow. The U.S. president brought his officials from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to the airport in person and put the coffins of their group, including the two leaders, on the plane.
Among the snowflakes flying in the sky, only the Soviet passenger plane could take off on time.
They flew across the ocean and finally returned to Moscow after more than ten hours.
Pushin held a grand state funeral ceremony for the two dead officials here.
China Television also broadcast the state funeral live.
Gu Nianzhi saw on TV that the coffins of the two officials were buried covered with sickle and ax flags, and he felt an indescribable sense of absurdity in his heart.
No matter how she watched it on TV, she never saw the picture of Deputy Consul General Peter who was said to be returning to China with the plane.
Not a single shot.
…
Gu Nianzhi was a little restless. In order to divert her attention, she stayed at home and looked through the internal files of Qin's Private Hospital that Lu Jin had downloaded for her.
It's a pity that only less than one-tenth of it was found, and there wasn't much.
And so far, there's nothing really noteworthy about it.
It has to be said that Qin's Private Hospital has grown from a small private clinic to a large private hospital chain group all over the world in the past few decades. Its internal management is still very formal and rigorous.
She didn't find anything illegal either.
The only drawback seems to be that it's too expensive.
But things like price vary from person to person.
They run a private hospital, not a charity, and of course it is for profit.
There was no forced buying or selling, it was just Jiang Taigong fishing, and those who were willing took the bait.
So this really can't be said to be its shortcoming.
It can only be said that its operators are very business-minded. They not only open private hospitals to treat diseases and save people, but also make huge profits from them. In fact, from this perspective, Qin's Private Hospital has a win-win relationship with the general society.
Gu Nianzhi concentrated on researching the information of Qin's Private Hospital for more than ten days, but found nothing.
After dinner that night, Gu Nianzhi didn't want to read the information anymore, and stayed in the living room watching TV while holding his little panda pillow.
Lu Jin saw that she did not go to the study to "study" the materials after eating like the previous two days. He sat next to her curiously and asked, "Why didn't you go to the study? Have you finished studying the materials?"
"There is still a little bit left to read, but from the information I have seen, Qin's Private Hospital Group is a very formal enterprise with high-quality management. The accounts are clear, disciplines and laws are observed, and no loopholes can be found. ." Gu Nianzhi punched the red panda pillow in his arms with some annoyance.
Lu Jin smiled and said, "Don't worry, this is only one-tenth."
Lu Yuan came over with a plate of fruit, put it on the coffee table in front of Gu Nianzhi, and said with a smile: "That's right. Such a large listed company has been in business for decades and has a good reputation at home and abroad. Even if there are loopholes , how could it be possible for you to find out in two days? - If there was such a loophole, people would have been killed in the stock market."
The capital market is so cruel. If you are not careful, you will be sniped in the stock market.
Therefore, for-profit companies that can exist in the stock market for decades have indeed strict internal management.
Because if you are not strict, you will be taught how to be a good person by capital, and the consequences will be as uncomfortable as cutting flesh and bones.
Gu Nianzhi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling better, and nodded quickly, "Thank you, Mr. Lu, for your guidance. If there is anything I don't understand about management in the future, can I ask Mr. Lu for advice?"
"Don't take it seriously. If you have any questions, we can look into the details together." Lu Yuan said with a smile, very generous and humble.
Lu Jin curled his lips, a little unwillingly, but said helplessly: "Boss Lu, you can't hide your secrets. If Nian Zhi asks you anything, you have to answer honestly. You can't play tricks on her, and you can't evade important matters and fool her. she."
Lu Yuan stopped smiling, lowered his head and took a sip of the Pu'er he brewed, and said lightly: "In your heart, is this the kind of person I am?"
"That's necessary! You are a complete profiteer! Otherwise, how could our company make so much money?!" Lu Jian said happily, and his mood improved again.
He is really not good at business management. In this aspect, he relied entirely on Lu Yuan's business skills to make their small network security company prosperous and develop into a large listed company in just more than ten years.
Gu Nianzhi couldn't laugh or cry, and shook his head, "Dad, are you praising Mr. Lu, or are you hurting Mr. Lu? How can you talk like this? Fortunately, you and Mr. Lu have been friends for more than ten years, otherwise it would have been different Others will immediately fall out."
Lu Yuan couldn't help but laugh, and tapped Gu Nianzhi with his finger, "You should help your father speak. If I want to fall out, am I embarrassed to do so?"
"How could that be possible?!" Gu Nianzhi smiled like a flower, "Mr. Lu has a broad mind. If he was really angry, he would have broken off relations with my father more than ten years ago. How could he still be a good friend and partner to this day?"
Many people can share adversity but not wealth.
How many people believe that "a wife is easy to get, and a friend is easy to get rich".
That they can still be partners and close friends after so many years of ups and downs is a testament to their unbreakable friendship.
Lu Jin nodded repeatedly from the side, "Boss Lu has no other good qualities, but he does have a good temper. He never gets angry no matter what, and he never falls out with anyone."
Lu Yuan was so annoyed by the father and daughter that he had no choice but to tap them a few times with his fingers, and said with a smile: "It's you and the daughter who have said good or bad things. I am alone, but I can't defeat you two working together."
When Gu Nianzhi heard this, his heart moved, his dark jade-like pupils rolled around, he pretended to be calm, and asked tentatively: "... A lonely person? No way? Mr. Lu, you are so outstanding, I don't believe you. No confidante!”
Lu Yuan raised his head and laughed, revealing his snow-white teeth and the delicate curvature of his jaw. Although he was old, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes did not look old, but had a different kind of charm.
"A confidante? How can a woman want me at such an old age? I think you think too highly of me, uncle."
"Uncle, you are joking. You are in your prime. I believe that as long as you want, the quality beauties willing to live with you can be arranged from the second ring to the third ring of the Imperial Capital."
"Only from the Second Ring Road to the Third Ring Road? Nianzhi, in your eyes, does Boss Lu have only this much charm?" Lu Jian laughed and joined in the fun, forked a piece of golden cantaloupe with a small fork and handed it to Gu Nianzhi. , while saying: "Open your mouth."
Gu Nianzhi opened his mouth and bit into the cantaloupe.
The sweet taste like honey made her squint her eyes, feeling satisfied.
After eating, she wiped her mouth with a tissue and said with a smile: "I'm talking about high-quality beauties. There aren't many of them, so the total number is only from the second ring to the third ring. As for Ordinary beauty, who wants so many rotten peach blossoms? Right, Mr. Lu?"
Her last words were said to Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan smiled calmly and said nothing, letting the father and daughter tease him.
After a while, he naturally changed the subject and said, "It's already the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year will be here in a dozen days. Where do you want to celebrate the Lunar New Year this year?"
"How about traveling abroad?" Lu Jian said hurriedly, "Caribbean? We have an island there where we can go on vacation."
Gu Nianzhi's heart moved and she wanted to agree, but what if she went abroad and the unknown ace from the Far East came to find her
She hugged her little panda pillow and smiled softly, and said, "Don't go out during the Chinese New Year. It's our first Lunar New Year, so it's better to be more traditional."
Lu Jin nodded repeatedly, "Okay, okay! Just be more traditional."
He turned to look at Lu Yuan and said, "Boss Lu, can you stew another Buddha to jump over the wall to celebrate the New Year?"
Gu Nianzhi laughed. When he bent down, he heard the ringtone of his cell phone. He picked it up and saw that it was the number of Far East Ace.
Her note to him was: "The king of dramas."
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This is today’s big chapter: Chapter 1622 “The King of Actors”.
No more at night.
I have to work overtime today.
Hey guys, little angels~~~
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