In Dai Lin's mind, Zhou Hao is the leader of the contemporary Wu tribe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there are only a few of them in the tribe now, it is important to clarify the position of each person from the beginning. For example, his younger brother, who is the leader, is responsible for managing the tribe's combat power and foreign expeditions, and Wu Zimo is the tribe's commercial officer, responsible for helping the tribe make money. Now there is still a lack of an administrator responsible for managing Zhou Hao's forces, and Zhou Hao will also need a general manager in the future, who will be responsible for serving the daily life of the leader...... At least Dai Lin thinks that the current life of Brother Hao can definitely be greatly improved.

Looking at Dai Lin, who was foaming at the mouth, Zhou Hao regretted that he had sent the scenes of Wu's daily life to Dai Lin. At that time, I was in the spirit of sharing with my brother, but I never thought that Dai Lin would digest and absorb it in one go, and it sounded like he would further carry it forward.

It's just that Zhou Hao inadvertently saw that the thumbs of Dai Lin's two hands were always subconsciously rubbing his index fingers, and he was slightly happy, and got up and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator and threw it to him.

After talking about it for so long, quench your thirst first!

"Idiot, be honest!" Seeing Dai Lin lean his neck and drink a can of beer in one go, Zhou Hao took out a few more cans and put them on the coffee table, sat lazily on the sofa, and inadvertently said something that made Dai Lin's face turn red.

Brothers, who grew up together since childhood, Dai Lin always rubbed his index finger with his thumb every time he felt weak, and the higher the frequency of rubbing, the more empty his heart became. What you just said may be true, but it is definitely not the final reason.

"Brother, I'm in trouble!" said Dai Lin in a very weak voice, his head already drooping.

"Tsk, the things that make Dai Shaoxia nervous must be not small, let's say, did you make the princess's belly bigger before I let me reach out to Europe?" Seeing Dai Lin's words, Zhou Hao immediately became interested.

It seems that the only time Dai Lin thought that he was in trouble was that he burned the secret book of the Dai family's family recipes, but fortunately, what he burned at that time was only a copy of Uncle Dai's book, so he didn't break the roots of the Dai family. And the reason why he did this was that he thought that only by burning it could he ensure that the secret would not be leaked.

But the problem is, he didn't memorize those recipes himself!

Thinking about Dai Lin, who ran to his room in the middle of the night with a blue face and white lips, the first thing he said was: "Brother, I'm in trouble!" At this time, Zhou Hao actually burst out laughing.

"The economy of the southeast is already very dangerous, and there is no way to estimate that the southeast will decline for ten years...... So...... "Dai Lin honestly explained why he had hit Europe with his idea.

Quite simply, Europe has the talent and money that Dahlin wants.

It is not a simple matter for the southeastern countries to be pro-China, in fact, because the southeastern countries suddenly showed a pro-China national policy, they have directly declared that half of the plan for the return of the United States to the Asia-Pacific region is bankrupt, especially the change in the attitude of the United States thug Philippine is particularly unacceptable.

Although the southeastern countries are still holding on, their economic income has plummeted in recent months, and seeing that a new round of financial turmoil is brewing, even the Chinese people have a large amount of money to bear the exchange rates of the southeastern countries.

Although the Chinese government has also given some help to the southeastern countries in other aspects, it is only because of the capriciousness of the southeastern countries in history that the Chinese country has palpitations, and the help given is very limited. According to Dai Lin's words, just like the soup kitchens set up by the government in ancient times during disaster relief, the food provided can only make the victims starve to death, but they have absolutely no strength to rebel, and they can only lie on the ground every day and wait for the next soup kitchen.

Dai Lin, who already regarded the southeast as Brother Hao's territory, naturally had to find a way to deal with this matter.

After this incident, Dai Lin realized that he did not have the ability to help Brother Hao take care of the power, and Brother Hao needed a team in charge of administrative management.

It's okay for politicians in southeastern countries to engage in infighting, but it's much worse for developing countries, especially those who are used to being bullied by big countries, and they are loyal, but they always take into account the attitude of big countries to decide their own national policies, and the way of working makes Dai Lin very annoying. Economically, the southeastern countries mainly rely on agriculture, light industry, finance, and foreign trade, and if they want to develop, they need capital and technology to enter the local market.

As a result, he thought about it and set his mind on Europe.

Most of the small countries in Europe have survived and developed in the cracks of great powers for hundreds of years, and it is simply handy to play this kind of big country geopolitics. It would be better to let Brother Hao contract a group of politicians to be responsible for guiding the government affairs of the southeastern countries than to blindly direct them himself. What's more, most of Europe's technology, capital and talents are controlled by the old family forces, which is the most ideal contract object.

"Why not the United States or the Japanese Kingdom?" Zhou Hao looked at Dai Lin with wide eyes. Since the United States is making trouble, then it is better to put the country in the square, why should it affect Europe?

"What I read at the forum is that once the Miwa forces come to the southeastern region, the southeastern countries will not want to gain the trust of China. On the contrary, China's rejection of Europe is a little weaker, and this is the opportunity! I think it is better to be safe. Seeing that Zhou Hao was not angry, Dai Lin immediately came over with a hippie smile and diligently helped Zhou Hao open a can of beer.

"What forum?" Zhou Hao was very strange, and in this era, there were forums to discuss whether the southeast countries were pro-rice or pro-European.

"Iron Blood, there are so many masters in it!"

"It's good that you didn't go to order your mother!" Zhou Hao patted his chest with palpitations.

"Why?"

"If you flip through some of your mother's books from 10 years ago, you will slaughter rice and destroy the sun. I'll be forced to be a warmonger by you!" Zhou Hao drank the beer fiercely.

There is no way, no one would have thought that just the adjustment of the national policy could lead to such a mess of trouble. Although he is a barbarian, he is a territory covered by himself, and he can't be bullied in vain.

Seeing that Zhou Hao's reaction was not angry but could still joke with himself, Dai Lin was overjoyed and said, "Brother Hao, you agreed?"

"Can you disagree? Unless all the southeastern countries referend tomorrow to join China, they don't want to gain the trust of China. Talking about trust between countries is really a joke of the universe!" Zhou Hao smiled and took out the plan written by Dai Lin and looked at it slowly.

Dai Lin's plan is nothing more than to sign a group of political and economic elites to serve Zhou Hao, and even he thoughtfully helped Zhou Hao list a number of key contract objects. Look at such things as Rothschild, Quandt, Farben, Thyssen, Flick, Siemens, Krupp, Manesmann, Berlusconi, Agnelli, Wallenberg...... Zhou Hao pinched his teeth, which is too exaggerated!

"It's too much, it's troublesome!" Zhou Hao shook his head and closed Dai Lin's plan.

These are hundred-year-old families, and a family that can survive ups and downs for hundreds of years is definitely not an ordinary family.

After chatting with Dai Lin until nine o'clock in the evening, Dai Lin rushed out as if his butt was on fire. The Dolma sisters are over for self-study at night, and Dai Lin is going to pick them up and take them home.

Looking at the back of the anxious Dai Lin, Zhou Hao patted his chest happily. Dai Linle was completely relieved when he was in it, and the development of him and the Dolma sisters should be a comedy.

Until dawn, Zhou Hao sat in the study and used his satellite phone to search for information.

Nothing!

There is very little family information that can be found on the Internet, and Dai Lin has almost integrated most of the information into his file.

"Why do you want Europe to enter the southeast? The results of beating around the bush are slow and troublesome, and it is easier to directly ask the United States to give up its plans for the southeast...... If you have the opportunity, you must have your own source of intelligence. So as not to always be blind when you want to do things, maybe you can help yourself find more resources and treasures after spreading a wide net, at least when you are bored, you can also read gossip that others can't see......!

With this thought, Zhou Hao put aside the information prepared by Dai Lin, and continued to search for some information on his mobile phone, and slowly his eyes were fixed on several consortia.

Ha, that's it!

How troublesome it is to control Europe!

There are so many countries, and there are so many intricate consortia in each country, and there are only ten chaebols in the United States, so if you get Morgan and Rockefeller, you can't just find Freemasonry......

It's simple and straightforward, I love it!

Zhou Hao, who was in a happy mood, had just come to the back door of the hospital after breakfast, and found a young man in his forties pushing a three-wheeled station on the side of the back door of the hospital.

It looks like he's living a very bad life. The camouflage suit had been washed white and had a few patches, but despite the way he was dressed, the big man's waist was still straight, and he was talking to a boy on the tricycle with his head down.

The tricycle was covered with several layers of bedding, and there were a few bags at one end, and the boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, very handsome, but too thin, and his whole body was covered with sickness.

I should have come from other places to seek medical treatment.

With this thought, Zhou Hao couldn't help but take a look at it, but the scene in front of him made Zhou Hao nervous.

That young man was actually shrouded in a thick murderous aura, almost sticky to a pulp, and he was actually a murderous special soldier!

Fortunately, the young man had a murderous aura but no murderous intent. Otherwise, Zhou Hao would definitely take advantage of the opportunity when there was no one around him at this time to kill him directly, and even the Secret Service personnel in the small building opposite would be wiped out. Absolutely no unscrupulous people are allowed to approach the medical hall, this is Zhou Hao's bottom line.

Seeing Zhou Hao get out of the car, the young man's eyes lit up, and he bowed his head to the boy and hurriedly ran to Zhou Hao.

"Young Master Zhou?"

"I'm Zhou Hao, you are ......" Zhou Hao looked at the young man curiously, the young man spoke standard Chinese, although his expression was a little anxious, but he was not out of proportion. A calm and highly educated person!

"I am a comrade-in-arms of the Jinling Special Warfare Assassin, my name is Meng Dong, he asked me to come to you, please see my son!" Meng Dong knelt on the ground with a puff after speaking, and looked at Zhou Hao eagerly with his eyes.

"Don't do that, Assassin?, I remember...... Get up, take me to see your son!" Zhou Hao turned sideways and stretched out his hand to pull Meng Dong up. It's just that Zhou Hao's eyes froze when he touched his left hand, and Meng Dong's left hand was actually amputated from his wrist. (To be continued.) )