"These damn guys, they have to fight to the death for everything, why haven't we seen them desperately fight to the battlefield in the face of the Iraqi attack!"

In the temporary headquarters of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps (IRGC) on the outskirts of Tehran, the capital of Iran, the angry roar of Major General Mohammad Jarad, Minister of Armaments and Planning, came out loud from his office on the second floor.

"Why is Major General Jarrad so angry again?" asked a young officer, puzzled.

"It seems that it has been like this for more than a month!" an older officer replied helplessly, then shook his head and sighed: "Alas! Speaking of which, it is not the army that hinders us from the Revolutionary Guards!"

"Won't we reject the weapons and equipment procurement plan we submitted again?"

"That's right!" the older officer nodded: "Who let the main force fighting now is the army, and the foundation of our Revolutionary Guards has not yet been laid!"

"Then they can't bully people like this, anyway, our Revolutionary Guards are also the supreme leader who directly ordered the formation of an armed force loyal to Sharia law, and these guys in the army are so blatant, aren't they afraid that the supreme leader will trouble them?" The young officer was a little indignant, while the older officer beside him said slowly with the calmness accumulated over the years:

"Trouble? The biggest trouble now is Iraq, it is Saddam, although the army itself is full of problems, but the supreme leader has to rely on them, no matter what, the strength of our Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps cannot replace the position of the army."

The same words came out of Jarald, who was in the office. It's just that the voice is not as hysterical as before, but has calmed down a little, but the anger on his face has not diminished at all, and the constantly trembling facial muscles have driven the black hairy beard to pout high.

At this time, Jarald's stubborn heart was stubborn, and then he measured the distance of the room back and forth in the office several times with his hands behind his back, and then stopped to face his friend. Khamenei, the current director of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps of Iran, continued to say hatefully:

"Nasrallah's gang are the real demons, let them go to the front line one by one faster than rabbits, but when it is their turn to fight for power and profit, it is very powerful, I don't understand, how can the supreme leader still follow their temperament, don't you know that the Revolutionary Guards are the most reliable and loyal force to defend the fruits of the revolution?"

"Yes, the clever Khomeini knows better than anyone!" Khamenei was not as angry as Jarad, but sat on the sofa as usual, and his face was as calm as water, and it was impossible to see whether he was worried or happy. Even the rhythm of his speech was gentle and eloquent, but Jarald, who was standing across from him, knew that his long-time friend had an unusually tough heart hidden under his calm appearance:

"But now the strength of the Revolutionary Guards is not enough, and the supreme leader still has to rely on the army to resist the Iraqi offensive, of course, the army will not be able to go on like this, and no matter what, he must take the lead in arms procurement into his own hands!"

Listening to Khamenei's words, Jarald's eyes suddenly lit up, and he found this confidant and friend, in addition to the two having a good relationship, the most important thing is that Khamenei is a student of Supreme Leader Ayatollah Khomeini. His own words can reach Khomeini's ears through him, and of course Khomeini's true intentions can also be understood through Khamenei. Because of this, Jarad was able to say something from Khamenei, and couldn't help but squint his eyes and say meaningfully:

"Could it be?"

"There are some things that the Supreme Leader knows very well, but to really realize them, we need to think of some other ways!"

"Are you saying that the last time we talked about the plan was approved by the Supreme Leader?" Jarrad was excited, but the shaking of the head of Khamenei, who was sitting across from him, made Jarald's surging excitement fall silent again, but Khamenei's next words still rekindled the hope of the silent Jarald:

The Supreme Leader did not nod his head in agreement. But we didn't shake our heads against it, so it's not impossible for us to do it!"

"I'm just waiting for your words!" Jarrad's face finally smiled with joy, but Khamenei, who had already stood up by this time, raised his eyebrows and reminded worriedly:

"It is not difficult to solve internal matters, but externally it is not as simple as imagined, especially to find a stable and guaranteed supply source of weapons and equipment. So"

"You don't have to worry about this!" Jarrad's eyebrows were already bright, and before Khamenei could finish speaking, Jarrad waved his hand to interrupt him:

"China can be a reliable source of supply, and I secretly contacted them again a week ago, and their new artillery, portable rocket launchers, and light automatic grenade launchers are not only powerful, but also world-class in performance, and most importantly, the price is also very favorable, which can meet the needs of expanding the Revolutionary Guard Force in a short time!"

"China?" Listening to Jarrad's words, Khamenei's originally calm face flashed with a trace of worry: "Are they reliable?"

"Then the West and the USSR are reliable?"

"This" Faced with Jarald's rhetorical question, Khamenei didn't know what to say, but Jarad continued quite sincerely:

"I think we have to try it anyway, presumably the Chinese who are eager to export arms will be more enthusiastic than us!"

"Well, in that case, do as you want!" Khamenei nodded slightly, and then a cold light flashed in his sharp eyes, and his tone suddenly became cold and murderous:

"Once it's settled, I'm going to make those old officers in the army look good!"

As soon as Khamenei's words fell, Jarrad also squeezed out a vicious sentence from between his teeth: "Me too!"

At the same time, in the exclusive high-end apartment of the Saudi royal family in Manhattan, New York, Saudi Prince Khalid sat opposite Blomberg and Charlie Wilson, and he didn't know how long he was silent, Khalid said to the two Americans in front of him worriedly:

"It's too risky, I'm afraid"

"I think Lu's handwritten letter to Your Highness should be clear!" Before Khalid could finish speaking, Blomberg straightened up, and a shrewd look flickered in his eyes:

"And several Wall Street bankers who introduced His Highness yesterday have also made their attitudes clear to you, and now your position in the royal family has only been barely consolidated through Pakistan, and has not been greatly improved, and the competitors around you are even more eyeing you, and to completely establish your unshakable power in the royal family, the best opportunity is now!"

"This" Listening to Blomberg's words, Khaled's delicately trimmed black eyebrows wrinkled deeply, and his hesitant look shrouded his face like a thin veil, and his extremely changing expression showed the battle between heaven and man in his heart, and I don't know how long this situation lasted, Khalid finally stabilized, raised his eyes and looked at Blomberg and Charlie Wilson who were sitting opposite, and said without hesitation:

"I'm just an ordinary member of the delegation involved in the oil pricing negotiations, can I believe my words?"

"Please rest assured, Your Highness the Prince, our ability to operate in this area can make the whole world believe that Your Highness's attitude is the attitude of the whole of Saudi Arabia!" Prince Khalid had just finished speaking, and before Blomberg could speak, Charlie Wilson, who was sitting on the side, was the first to answer.

Since the bugging device was found in his home, Charlie Wilson was completely enraged, and he completely tore his face with the Democratic Party bigwigs and the arms bosses behind them, not only publicly announcing his candidacy for the federal senate but also actively cooperating with Blomberg, vowing to fight to the end with those bigwigs and crocodiles who seemed to be as stable as Mount Tai.

Because of this, Charlie Wilson was more active than Blomberg when meeting Khalid, not only matchmaking him, but also unusually active in persuasion, which is an example at the moment, seeing that the hesitant prince Khalid made a mistake again, Charlie Wilson, who was a little impatient, said undoubtedly:

"In this regard, please let your Highness put a hundred hearts!"

"That," Khalid hesitated a little more when he heard Charlie Wilson's words, and after a moment he muttered:

"Then let me think about it again"

"Then we will not disturb Your Highness any more!" Before Khalid could finish his sentence, Blomberg got up, and Charlie Wilson stood up with him, and then the two of them strode towards the door, ready to leave, but the moment they opened the door, Khaled's eager and firm voice came from behind them:

"Wait, please talk about what I have to say!"

Listening to Khalid's words, Blomberg and Charlie Wilson exchanged glances and smiled

"Mr. Lu, the Iranian government has called to suspend arms sales negotiations with us!" In the Chinese Consulate in Marseille, France, Shi Jianfei was confused with the telegram he had just received:

"But Jarald, who was in secret contact with us, sent another telegram wanting to meet you again, why is Iran's attitude so contradictory, you see where are you going?"

Shi Jianfei said and saw that Lu Jiadong was already packing his things and preparing to go out, he couldn't help but pause, and then asked, while Lu Jiadong picked up the suitcase that had already been packed and stopped, and said with a smile:

"Go to Lebanon and see Jarrad!"

"See Jarrad?" Shi Jianfei was very surprised: "Mr. Lu, Iran's attitude is very contradictory"

"There is a contradiction to have a chance, time is running out, let's go quickly!" Before Shi Jianfei finished speaking, Lu Jiadong strode out of the room under his incredible gaze (to be continued......