"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The banquet hall on the first floor of the U.S. Embassy in Beijing was still singing and dancing, and the cheerful people danced to the rhythm of the music, as if all the people in the U.S. Embassy had left this poor and backward country in their eyes at this moment, and returned to the American homeland where they had been dreaming of prosperity and well-being.

But at the same time, in the small parlor on the third floor, which was only one floor away from this pleasant and illusory atmosphere, Paulson and Phelps seemed to have entered the boundless cold wasteland of Alaska, from the beating heart in the chest to the skin covered with body hair outside, all of which were full of biting cold.

At this moment, these two high-level negotiators sent to China by the American Gage Cinda Company have already thrown their thoughts back to the United States into some corners, and now their minds are shocked by the news they heard, and they don't know why, and I don't know how long it has been, Paulson, who has always been calm and decisive, gradually came to his senses, and then his head shook like a rattle, and his face was full of astonishment and surprise:

"It's impossible, I don't believe it!" As he spoke, a sharp gaze suddenly flashed in Paulson's brown pupils, and a pair of slightly curled eyebrows were tightly twisted into a pimple at the center of his eyebrows, staring closely at the blonde young man sitting on the sofa and leisurely crossing Erlang's legs, his tone suddenly sank, and he said in a low voice with a piercing coldness:

"I know that Blomberg has coveted Gage Cinda for a long time, and as far as I know, he is also a man who will do anything to achieve his ends, so this must be Blomberg's masterpiece of self-directed and self-acting, right? Mr. Doug!"

"Believe it or not, Mr. Paulson decides!" Sitting across from Paulson was none other than Blomberg's senior aide Kemetic Doug, who had come to China as part of a delegation of American military experts, but he had an important task to attend to in addition to the delegation's daily schedule.

Now he's sitting in front of the two protagonists who need to be "dealt with", but his face looks relaxed. It doesn't look like a secret envoy who was ordered to carry out an important persuasion mission at all, but more like an audience watching a drama, especially Paulson's threatening words just now, which made Doug's face full of sarcasm and mockery:

"But as I said earlier, China simply does not have the ability to develop and produce the so-called hunter-fighter fire control system, as well as the high-performance Chobham armor. And this conclusion is not a random statement made by me or Mr. Blomberg, but a scientific conclusion analyzed by senior analysts of the CIA"

"It's just nonsense!" Before Doug could finish speaking, Phelps, who had already recovered from the previous shock, interrupted Doug's words with a tiger face:

"We have heard these two technologies with our own ears, and the level of detail in them has exceeded everyone's imagination, and the people who said these words are none other than the top experts in the field of China's military industry, I can assure God. The Chinese can definitely build these two kinds of technical equipment."

"Do you dare to promise God that you have seen it with your own eyes, Mr. Phelps!" Doug interrupted Phelps in the same way, but with an easy-going, playful smile on his young and delicate face:

"If you haven't seen it, how can you guarantee that you haven't fallen into the trap of the Chinese?"

"This" Phelps hesitated, but then shook his head heavily, and his tone was surprisingly firm: "The Chinese obviously fell into our trap, how can this be"

As he spoke, Phelps's words suddenly froze. The two eyebrows suddenly earned the boss. looked at the document with the CIA logo in Doug's hand in a daze, and repeated again incredibly:

"This is"

Doug didn't answer, and handed over the document he had taken out of his briefcase: "Mr. Phelps, you must be able to understand it!"

Phelps took the document blankly, only glanced at it, and the whole person seemed to be cast a soul fixing spell. Stiffened in his seat, the original angry expression was fixed on his fat face that was constantly twitching, and then a frantic heartbeat accompanied by an inexplicable palpitation surged over, making Phelps quickly cover his chest with one hand, and the expression on his face suddenly distorted. And the document slid to the floor:

"Oh~~Oh my God!Phelps, Phelps, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Phelps seemed to have a heart attack, Paulson, who was sitting next to him, seemed to have a spring, and instantly got up from his seat, pressed Phelps's chest, and screamed, and at this time Phelps was also slightly relieved, pointing to the document on the ground, Paulson quickly picked up the document when he saw this, only looked at it twice, and a already white face suddenly became bloodless, like a dead corpse:

"No, no, it can't be" Paulson's eyes widened, and while he tried his best to shout the last phrase, his brown eyes were also full of bloodshot shock, surprise, puzzlement, annoyance, hesitation, and horror flashed from those round eyes one by one like a marquee, and finally stopped in an unbelievable horror, and then raised his bloodshot eyes, staring viciously at Doug in front of him, and the hand holding the document trembled and raised to Doug, and the tone was even higher:

"Forged, this is forged, absolutely faked, it's all a conspiracy, it's all a conspiracy of him Blomberg"

"Conspiracy?" Doug, who was sitting opposite, was not worried or scared because of Phelps and Paulson's emotional changes, but the indifferent smile on his face became brighter and stronger, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, with the unruliness and stubbornness that his grade should have, and of course, the overflowing ridicule and contempt, just like watching a burlesque performance, staring at Paulson opposite him out of the corner of his eyes, his tone was gentle and flat, but the words were so heavy that Paulson couldn't breathe at all:

"Even if it's a conspiracy, of course we prefer to call it cooperation, but the document is conclusive, the conclusion of the CIA's intelligence analysis room, as for whether it is a forgery, you can ask Mr. Phelps next to him, he is a former CIA agent, and many things are more professional than me!"

"Phelps, Doug him" At this time, Paulson didn't care whether Phelps had a heart attack or not, you must know that the conclusions reached in this report were enough to ruin all his future, and it might even make him sit in prison for the rest of his life, compared with his own personal interests, Phelps's life and death didn't matter at all, fortunately, at this time, Phelps had also improved a lot, looking at Powell's questioning gaze, Phelps didn't answer, just sighed heavily, then nodded twice, and then covered his face with his hands and choked gently

Although Phelps didn't say a word, this overflowing action was more shocking than any language, and because of this, Paulson saw that the whole person seemed to have been hit by a series of thunderbolts on a sunny day, and his whole body shook twice without obeying the call, "poof~~", and sat on the sofa behind him:

"It's over, it's over, it's completely over"

Paulson muttered in his mouth, a pair of brown eyes were first painfully twisted together, and then flashed a trace of remorse and helplessness, and finally closed his eyes in annoyance, he was right, this time it was indeed over, because according to the authoritative analysis of China's military industry provided by the CIA Intelligence Analysis Office that Doug had just taken out, even if China had mastered the hunt -- The basic principles and manufacturing methods of the Jairman fire control system and the high-performance Chobham armor cannot be manufactured and produced with the current military industrial base of China.

Among them, there are more than ten supporting products such as optical component processing, high-performance ceramic material production technology, high-precision electronic gyroscope and artillery stabilizer processing accuracy, etc., which China simply cannot effectively produce, or even produce at all, that is, he Paulson thinks that he has mastered China's core research results.

And in the end, he stupidly felt that the Chinese had been fooled, and he was so excited about it that he even began to imagine the celebration party after returning to the company, and the scenery after becoming a senior partner of Gage Cinda Company, and then based on this to enter Capitol Hill, and even enter the White House one day

However, all this was ruthlessly shattered by the arrival of Doug and the CIA's analysis report, he Paulson thought that the trap was seamless, and the Chinese drilled, but before they drilled, they had set a bigger trap outside, and when he thought he had succeeded, he did not think that he had already become fat on someone else's desk:

"I also laughed at Lu Jiadong for being a stupid pig, and in the end it was him who was even more stupid than a stupid pig, Paulson himself!"

Paulson sighed in his heart, thinking about his evaluation of Lu Jiadong before and after the negotiation, as if he was not talking about the ordinary-looking young man, but himself, a feeling of lifting a stone to hit his own feet, picking up his arms and slapping himself involuntarily came out of his heart, and then spread throughout his body, making his already weak body, as if he had been punched, completely paralyzed on the seat (to be continued). )