On the third day that Ilham met Zhou Qingfeng, Satari, who was previously responsible for purchasing the'Tomcat' accessories, rushed to Boryspil with the wishes of higher Persians and began a formal meeting with Zhou Qingfeng.
It was also in a temporary field command tent, and the meeting between the two was relatively easy. Zhou Qingfeng asked first: "Is the'Tomcat' engine sold to you six months ago easy to use?"
Ahaha..., Satari immediately smiled heartily, nodded and said: "Very good, very good.
Through the accessories purchased in Boryspil, we have repaired eight Tomcat fighters in half a year, and the readiness rate of flying Tomcats has doubled.
Thank you so much. We are preparing to hold an arms demonstration recently to let the evil enemy see our strength. Persia will never be defeated by a blockade. "
Being able to repair eight Tomcats within half a year is a great achievement for Satari. Seeing him smiling happily, Zhou Qingfeng said quietly, "But this is not enough to break the blockade. Your economy is still difficult."
Blockade is a trick of the Eagles, which can really make a country embarrassed and drag down the development of the entire society. There are many examples, and flower growers are one of them.
Persia's industrial capacity is limited, and oil exports are almost its lifeblood. But the Persian Gulf is controlled by Eagle Sauce, and no one should think about doing business with Persia easily. It has been blocked more terribly than flower growers.
In order to break the blockade, Persia thought of various tactics, but none of them can compare with the benefits brought by oil exports.
Zhou Qingfeng’s words were even more blatantly slapped, “The military accessories you recently purchased have fallen sharply, but civilian products have increased rapidly. The transaction volume is approaching 100 million US dollars within half a year.”
Satari was suddenly embarrassed. He knew better than Ilham what was going on
Because'Holy Light' has its own airline and transport aircraft, the logistics is very convenient. A large number of Persian dignitaries saw business opportunities and desperately rushed to purchase. All this is spent on real foreign exchange reserves.
As for the "Tomcat"..., Eagle-chan hasn't come over yet, what are you afraid of
Everything in the world is worse.
Secretly taunting a few words, Zhou Qingfeng is not embarrassed by Satari. He directly threw out his own plan, "Maybe we can help each other. I am willing to buy your oil, and we will be responsible for the transportation."
Is there such a good thing
Satari immediately raised his head, his eyes gleaming, as if he had seen a savior.
"But I hope to reach a currency swap agreement with you. With reference to the US dollar exchange rate, the soft sister currency is exchanged for rials. Oil trade is paid in soft sister currency." Zhou Qingfeng made the first condition.
Satari suddenly hesitated.
"I have an aerospace consortium that is developing a new generation of heavy-duty multi-role fighter based on the F-14A'Tomcat' fighter jet. I hope you can participate and invest."
Satari's expression was even more broken.
Zhou Qingfeng also has a third condition. "My'community' also has a blue army fleet. I hope that we can send pilots to conduct actual combat exercises and improve each other. As for the'Tomcat' accessories you need, you can naturally use soft sisters. Currency purchase."
Satari was already expressionless, staring at Zhou Qingfeng coldly, trying to figure out what the other party wanted to do? But with all sorts of things, after thinking about it for a long time, I still returned to the original point-selling oil.
Persia urgently needs to sell oil in exchange for foreign exchange. This is another matter of money, almost a dead knot-the world has been bitter for a long time, and the hegemony of the US dollar has suppressed the whole world.
After considering for a long time, Satari did not veto Zhou Qingfeng's request. He said he would report to Tehran first, and he has no right to make any decisions.
Zhou Qingfeng expressed his understanding of this, and then watched Satari write a telegram draft, asking the entourage to return to Kiev and send it back to Tehran.
At the same time, at the Eagle Soup Embassy in Ermao in Kiev, Michelle, a little foreign girl affiliated with the CIA, was standing bored at the window on the second floor of the embassy, staring at the scattered pedestrians on the street.
After the failed attack on Borispol, Michelle immediately fled back to the embassy and escaped the revenge of Zhou Qingfeng and black market merchants. She received dozens of calls for help that night, all hoping that Ying Jiang would help.
But then there is no more. Had it not been for Zhou Qingfeng's arrival in time, Marcos had almost lost his life. Afterwards, he furiously launched a brutal massacre, frantically retaliating against his enemies.
Not to mention the backbone of the well-known faction supported by Yingjiang, even the informants who have been painstakingly arranged by the CIA for many years and even the third-party NGO members have been mercilessly butchered. Even the authentic American personnel responsible for the organization behind the scenes failed to escape.
The CIA wanted to get rid of the stronghold of Boryspil. Zhou Qingfeng backhanded and erased all the personnel related to the CIA, leaving only the Eagle sauce embassy intact, which was the last bit of face.
The day after the incident, Michelle received news one after another. Nearly half of the personnel in the intelligence network she was responsible for were uprooted, and the rest were panicked and fled.
Some victims were in high positions and were heavily protected, but they were also killed one after another, with no resistance. Some people even died inexplicably, unable to trace the murderer afterwards.
Yingjiang's influence in the Ermao family instantly lost at least one-third, and the remaining two-thirds had to dormant or even flee.
Michelle was puzzled afterwards—how did the'Holy Light' penetrate into her intelligence network? Some intelligence agents were clearly killed in a single line.
The slaughter was so fierce that Michelle regretted a bit of instigating her superiors to impose a tearing blockade on the'Holy Light'. She didn't understand this opponent at all, so she couldn't bear its revenge.
The CIA executives are also aware of the seriousness of the situation. They must retaliate equally, either by killing one side, or both sides cannot bear it.
During the Cold War, the United States and the Soviet Union continued to hunt and kill each other's intelligence personnel. This kind of hunting is extremely cruel and bloody, and it can easily spread to innocent people. All dispatched intelligence agents must be extremely careful, once exposed, they will die.
Although a little frustrated, Michelle believed that the CIA was only a temporary failure. The United States has enough strength to kill this smuggling company with an official background. It only takes a while.
The little foreign girl stood in front of the one-way transparent window for a long time, and the office door was knocked. An intelligence attache from the embassy walked in with a piece of paper in his hand, "Michelle, we monitored and deciphered some special radio messages."
The information on the page is simple, but the content is very clear.
After a few glances, the little foreign girl was shocked, "How did this damn company hook up with the Persians? What does F-14A mean? The Persians handed the Tomcat fighter to the Holy Light for improvement
'Holy Light' still wants to do Persian oil business? Are they not afraid of our blockade in the Gulf? What new channels of smuggling at sea fail? "
Michelle raised a series of questions in one breath, and the military attache at the museum shrugged. The latter sighed: "We tried to intervene in Borisporan again. Unfortunately, none of them succeeded.
Instead, the intelligence officer in charge of the matter was killed when he was out shopping three days ago. The Kiev police judged it to be robbery and murder, and we can only continue to protest against it.
This damn company is killing our people unscrupulously, but we can't do anything about it. The morale of my men was low, and they were even afraid to walk out of the embassy. "
This is the price paid for not knowing the details of the opponent.
Michelle could only insist: "My responsibility, I will investigate. Kiev's intelligence network has been destroyed, but the Persian side is still under our control. It is impossible for the opponent to make no mistakes."
The two Yingjiang intelligence personnel nodded calmly and decided to continue their work.
At the same time, Satari, who had sent the encrypted message, accepted Zhou Qingfeng's invitation to dinner. When the two talked, Zhou Qingfeng specifically asked: "The encrypted communication machine you use is from the Swiss Crypto company, right?"
"what's happenin?"
Hearing the other's slow tone, Satari's heart immediately tightened, feeling that the steak on the plate was not fragrant.
Zhou Qingfeng hummed, "The Swiss Crypto company was controlled by the CIA twenty years ago. The encrypted communications machine they sell has a backdoor in the software, which can be easily deciphered."
When he said that, Zhou Qingfeng also deliberately gave out a paper page, "I also have an intelligence gathering team under my hand. As soon as your radio was sent out, I received the deciphered message. Thank you for describing me in the message. , I am not going to be angry."
Satari took the message and saw that it was the message he asked the embassy to send to Tehran. Above it was not only Zhou Qingfeng's request, but also his evaluation of Zhou Qingfeng—a greedy and shameless yellow-skinned monkey.
"You know this telegram will be deciphered by the CIA, why don't you remind it?"
"I have said that I am not going to be angry about your offense."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled gloomily, and Satari suddenly sat on the wax, and his heart became cold-he was dragged into the water.