While Lu Jiadong and Prince Khalid were having a good time discussing the details, Charlie Wilson, a member of the U.S. House of Representatives and now vice chairman of the House Finance Committee, sat at his bar in a luxurious private apartment near Washington, D.C., with a glass of whiskey on the rocks.

The slightly liberal~ eyes became a little stunned and overwhelmed at this time, and his face looked a little nervous and dazed, and then he took the wine glass in his hand to the front, and drank the whiskey in the glass with a tilt of his neck, and under the stimulation of alcohol, Charlie Wilson's pale face was slightly flushed, and the original nervous look was also relieved a little, and then raised his eyes to look at Blomberg, who was constantly playing with the wine glass in his hand outside the bar, and said without worry:

"My dear friend, you are definitely taking a risk by doing this, I think there are some things you should know better than me, the arms market between the two countries was divided up by these major arms dealers long before the war between the two countries, and the share of each family is fixed, if you don't fulfill it, you should automatically withdraw, and I don't know what you guys did when they went to war, and they actually put a big gold mine not to mine, and ran to engage in some energy, now it's good, it's not difficult to squeeze in, but to use the whole net worth to hit the eggs and stones."

Charlie Wilson is worthy of being a member of the House of Representatives of the United States, his eloquence can be described as a first-class stick, he can't help but speak in a low tone and is very clear and logical, even if he complains, he is the first to say, but the most important thing is that he can't stop talking with one mouth, and he can't stop talking.

But Blomberg, who sat across from him, didn't seem to care, and continued to stare at the glass that was constantly turning with his hand on the bar with his uninhibited gaze, until the corners of Blomberg's mouth twitched slightly when Charlie Wilson seemed to be a little tired of saying that he was about to take a sip to moisten his throat again. With a hint of an uninhibited smile, he did not answer Charlie Wilson's words, but said something else that seemed unrelated:

"Charlie, my old friend, I heard you're running for the Texas Senate!"

"There was indeed such a meaning in the party some time ago, but," said Charlie, raising his glass again. Goo Dong drank most of the cup in one gulp:

"It's just that now the bigwigs in the party have new ideas and are ready to launch others, David must also know that I can now sit in the position of vice chairman of the Senate Committee of the House of Representatives, which is already God's favor, and the others"

Charlie didn't finish his words, but shook his head with a wry smile, and then drank the rest of the wine in the glass again, then opened the bottle and filled it again, and then raised his eyes to look at Blomberg on the other side with a pair of brows and a slight frown. In a Texas cowboy accent, he said loudly:

"Alas, I said you guy, why are you talking and talking about my head again, if I am not mistaken, it seems that your business is bigger than mine now, my dear friend!"

"That's right!" replied Blomberg. Then he looked at Charlie Wilson again and asked, "Do you want to run for the Senate?"

Hearing Blomberg ask about this again, Charlie Wilson was not stunned, but immediately returned to normal, then raised his arm and waved his hand gently:

"It's hard to get over in the party. So, I'd better be a member of the House of Representatives!"

"Do you want to?" said Charlie Wilson, when Blomberg asked again. It's just that unlike the previous two times, Blomberg's fair face at this time was surprisingly serious, and his previous unruly eyes became shrewd and serious, and it was only then that Charlie Wilson reacted, quickly put down the wine glass that had been raised, and put his two arms on the bar. With this he leaned closer to Blomberg and asked, not without confusion:

"David, do you mean that the method I just mentioned will help me get elected to the Senate?"

Blomberg listened to Charlie Wilson's words and smiled to himself, since Charlie Wilson has gained great prestige, economic and political benefits in advocating for aid to the Afghan resistance. His own political ambitions have also risen, and he faintly wants to break away from the control of those Democratic bigwigs and prepare to set up his own door.

However, although Charlie Wilson's expectations are relatively large, but after all, he has a shallow foundation, and he has no strength to compete with the party bigwigs, taking last year's Minnesota gubernatorial election as an example, Charlie Wilson, who was originally full of confidence, was swept away without even passing the first round of the party's primary election under the operation of a group of party bigwigs.

In the face of such a tragic defeat, Charlie Wilson did not know that this was the disappointment given to him by the party bigwigs, so he could only temporarily hide his ambitions and be honest with his tail between his legs again, so time flies in a blink of an eye, and now the US Senate is facing a general election, Charlie Wilson's heart is alive again, you must know that the House of Representatives is elected according to the proportion of the population of each state, with a total of more than 400 people, and the senators are elected two from each state, with a total of just 100 people.

Therefore, the political status of senators is much higher than that of members of the House of Representatives, and their right to speak is even more incomparable to that of members of the House of Representatives, not to mention that once elected, senators can not only have an ultra-long term of six years, but also are very likely to serve as senior officials in a certain government in the future, and it is not impossible for them to even storm the presidential throne in a certain election.

Because of this, Charlie Wilson really wanted to get his hands on the senators in his hometown of Texas, but because of the lessons of last year's fiasco, this time Charlie Wilson did not make his thoughts rashly public, and the Democratic Party seemed to have forgotten Charlie Wilson, and he left him aside without even mentioning it, but this did not make Charlie Wilson die, but quietly watched everything in front of him like a dormant poisonous snake, and only waited for the time to strike a fatal blow to the enemy's weak door！

For Charlie Wilson's thoughts, he naturally couldn't escape the seemingly uninhibited but shrewd eyes of his close friend and Israeli ace agent, so when Charlie Wilson finished saying this, Blomberg couldn't help but smile indifferently, and then asked:

"Why? Don't you believe in my abilities?"

"NO!NO!NO!NO!, HOW COULD I NOT WANT TO BELIEVE DAVID, YOU!" Charlie Wilson's words are in his heart, after all, since he hired Blomberg as the chief staff, not only let him sit firmly in the position of vice chairman of the House Finance Committee, but also get a large amount of dividends from aid and weapons and equipment sales every year, it can be said that he and Blomberg have long become a combination of interests that break through the traditional friendship, but even so, Charlie Wilson recalled the plan that Blomberg said just now, and he couldn't help but be a little worried in his heart, so he couldn't help frowning into a small hill and said with doubts again:

"The idea you just mentioned is indeed a good idea, but the scope is too wide, far beyond our control, and besides, I look superficial now, but I am being ostracized everywhere in the party, and some of the things you mentioned may only be said by a few bigwigs in the party, so"

"That's why we need the power of the government!" Before Charlie Wilson could finish speaking, Blomberg picked up:

"You are now the vice chairman of the House Finance Committee, and the current chairman is an old man in his seventies, frail and sick, not to mention a little confused, if you have a little influence at this time and solve the corresponding financial allocation problem for the government, what do you think the bigwigs who support the Reagan administration will think?"

Hearing Blomberg's words, Charlie Wilson's eyes couldn't help but light up, but Blomberg's words didn't stop there:

"Not only that, but your brother is now an executive at Morgan, and through Morgan, a Wall Street predator, you can unite several energy and arms giants, plus you are a moderate conservative in the Democratic Party that the Reagan administration desperately needs, as long as we do it right.

The effect will be more than ten times higher than the benefits obtained from arms sales to Afghanistan back then, not to mention that the rebate of ten points of that piece of news is nearly 100 million US dollars, not to mention that you can take the opportunity to bring down a few old guys in the party who are against you, so many benefits, Charlie I think you should know better than me what to do!"

You must know that Charlie Wilson at this time is no longer Wuxia Amon, when he heard the name of the big man, he was scared and trembled, and now after a year of experience, he has long stopped taking those old men in his eyes, but he is not strong enough to act rashly, and now after listening to Blomberg's words, Charlie Wilson's thinking was suddenly revitalized, and then the honest smile unique to Texas cowboys appeared on his face, and then he seemed to complain but said meaningfully:

"Damn it, my brother is coming to Washington tomorrow to see me, but those goddamn government guys are going to get the House Finance Committee to consider a draft budget that will increase the deficit!"

"Hear your good news!" said Blomberg, who said nothing, but took a sip of the glass of wine on the bar, picked up his clothes, and turned away

About a week later, in an ordinary resort hotel on the outskirts of the coastal city of Marseille in southern France, Shi Jianfei hurriedly opened the door with a telegram that had just been transferred from the Chinese Consulate in Marseille, and saw Lu Jiadong hurriedly stepping forward:

"Mr. Lu, the secret message just forwarded from China!"

When Lu Jiadong heard this, he quickly put down the things in his hand and took the secret telegram, only to see that there was only a string of numbers written on the full-page telegram: 0932

Seeing this, Lu Jiadong's face couldn't help but have a happy smile, and then he asked Shi Jianfei, "Have the Iranians arrived?"

"It's here!" Shi Jianfei nodded, while Lu Jiadong crumpled the telegram into a ball and threw it into the trash, and then said firmly: "Go and talk to Xiaodong, get ready, we will participate in the exhibition tomorrow" (to be continued......