In the afternoon of August, people in the sun are hot. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment lower the sun visor, so that the light from the window sill of the living room is not too glaring.
Old George and Zhou Qingfeng sat slantingly facing each other toward the window, and they could see each other's faces slightly from side to side.
As an important member of the Senate, Old George disliked Zhou Qingfeng's eyes, especially his eyes.
Too presumptuous, too unscrupulous, too calm.
This look reminded Old George of his instructor when he served in the Army more than 30 years ago. Those arrogant, rude, hardworking and experienced guys.
The recruits can't play any tricks in the eyes of the instructor. They are calm, indifferent, proud, and a single look can make people shudder. They can't be troubled by any situation, everything is under control.
For many years, old George almost forgot the feeling of being dominated.
But when I saw Zhou Qingfeng today, the other party had a similar expression. He neither flinches nor sharpens, hides needles in his cotton, and copes with ease. In the face of pressure, he also mocked.
This concentration cannot be pretended. Only by experiencing the power of thunder and not surrendering can he be so indifferent in front of old George.
If Zhou Qingfeng was a young talent from the United States, the old George would appreciate this kind of maturity, and he wouldn't even mind a few compliments and just hand it out. Just like what he experienced back then.
But in the eyes of old George, Asian is synonymous with intelligence and obedience. This race should be accustomed to being dominated by whites and can act as elite lackeys. There are many such people in the White House. They are loyal and capable, and they are very popular.
But Zhou Qingfeng only made Old George unhappy.
This kid didn't seem to be here to beg someone, but instead seemed to come to give orders. From his casual playing chess, to the talkativeness at the table, to the toughness at the moment, not giving way, and extremely confident.
Mrs. George sat beside her, her face turned cold. Michelle was a little flustered, looking around. She is biased towards her father, but she does not want the negotiation to break down.
Zhou Qingfeng reminded the housekeeper to report the situation outside the apartment door. A team of special agents from the FBI are guarding there, but now they are nowhere to be seen.
After searching around, the butler found a dozen highly trained guys in the stairwell. The latter are all in a lethargic state, as if they have been tricked-the goblin's lethargy is too simple to deal with them.
Thinking that the opponent has an unknown hole card, Old George had to bear it. He frowned and asked, "Young man, what makes you feel that I will promise to meet your requirements?"
Zhou Qingfeng turned to look at Michelle. The little foreign girl sat next to her mother, facing deep gazes, her heart beating for no reason, she didn't have the usual calmness at all.
"Mr. George, you can ask your daughter, what did I get in Ukraine?"
It's a nuclear bomb!
Don't ask, old George knows the answer.
"You can also ask your daughter how easily the'Holy Light' VCD was shipped to various cities in the United States for sale.
They are all large containers one after another, and each time the transport volume is on the order of 100,000 units. This transportation capacity not only represents wealth, but also other things. "
There is no need to ask about this. The FBI has yet to find out the specific smuggling route. Those in short supply appeared without warning and were quickly distributed.
This mode of transportation and sales not only caused great troubles for the FBI, but also spread to the ears of South American drug lords through gangs. The logistics system of "Holy Light" makes the latter too envious.
Just combining nuclear bombs with secret logistics is a catastrophe.
Zhou Qingfeng shook his head slightly, "Mr. George, I still have a basic awe of the United States. You have produced tens of thousands of nuclear warheads, and you keep thousands of warheads ready to lift off and destroy the world.
But you don't know what my hole card is? Believe me, you don't want to see the moment I lift the cards. I may not be able to destroy the United States, but I can definitely destroy you and your family. "
Old George's brows furrowed tighter, he was still suppressing his anger, trying to figure out why the young man in front of him was so bold. But the more you think, the more you worry, and the more restrained you are.
Decades of intrigue and self-deception made Old George stop doing things that he was not sure about, and reason to regain control of his mind. He patted the armrest of the seat and laughed haha: "Well, young people are honest. I like this pleasure.
Zhou, I will seriously consider your request. It takes a little time to work, I hope you can understand. After all, there are so many bureaucrats in Congress, I have to straighten out the relationship. "
The old guy is leaving.
Zhou Qingfeng glanced at Michelle, "Just let your daughter stay with me."
Old George swept back and forth between his daughter and Zhou Qingfeng. Michelle took the initiative to say: "Dad, I am willing to stay."
"All right." Old George clapped his hands and laughed. He didn't hesitate to make a decision, even if it was his daughter.
"Hahaha..., young man, you just said that you are not here to pursue my daughter. But I still want to give you a chance to get along.
In fact, you don’t need to stay at home, you can let Michelle walk around with you and relax. There are still many places to visit in New York. "
Zhou Qingfeng nodded against the guest, as if this luxurious apartment was his home. The servants next to him also felt weird, and the situation was like a change of master.
Old George laughed and took his wife away. But the moment the apartment door closed, he stomped his feet vigorously and cursed, "That bastard, he was humiliating me. No one has done this for more than 30 years."
Mrs. George also looked gloomy and said, "Where is Billy?"
Old George's assistant disappeared. Only the butler of the apartment followed and took Old George to the stairwell to take a look. The FBI Special Service who was supposed to be on standby collapsed on the stairs crookedly, snoring loudly.
All the furnishings failed, and everyone felt a sense of horror, feeling that this apartment building had been secretly controlled by Zhou Qingfeng.
Taking the elevator down to the outside, assistant Billy jumped out of a monitoring car and asked in a panic: "Sir, do I need to send people up? I contacted the special police in New York, they can come to support at any time."
Old George had a bug on his body, and the conversation between him and Zhou Qingfeng was clearly heard by the outside world. But he stopped the assistant's move, holding on to the car door and frowning:
"The situation cannot be further expanded, otherwise it will be a scandal. Let the FBI people withdraw, and the New York Police Department will not need to intervene. I have to think about it."
Taking into account the entanglement with Zhou Qingfeng's interests, the old George must choose to resolve it internally. Zhou Qingfeng didn't choose to succumb to his pressure, but instead forced Old George to go to work.
The assistant whispered next to him: "Sir, do you really want to help the'Holy Light' get away that aircraft carrier?"
Old George asked, "If that bastard really shipped the nuclear bomb to New York, would you bet he wouldn't detonate? Now he has stuffed the money and raised a big stick..."
Old George didn't continue speaking down, but the assistant already understood the meaning. If there is no way to blackmail out more oil and water, then you can only collect money to do things.
At this moment, in the dozens-storey apartment, Zhou Qingfeng asked the servant to bring the mobile phone, dial the overseas phone, and connect with Marcos in Ukraine.
"Let the aircraft carrier get ready to go."