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On the evening of October 10, 2010, Room 3327 of the Renaissance Mayflower Hotel. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Since returning to the room, Liu Mengshan has been sitting quietly in the room, motionless looking out the window.

The heating had been repaired at this time, and the room seemed very warm, and it seemed a little boring to remain silent in this environment, so Ling Xue couldn't help but ask, "You seem to like dusk very much?" ”

"Hmm." Liu Mengshan replied softly.

"Can you tell me why?" Ling Xue asked.

"The morning is too vigorous, the noon is too hot, the day is too realistic, the night is too decadent, only dusk, just right." Liu Mengshan replied.

Ling Xue asked again, "It sounds like you like ordinary life very much. ”

"Doesn't it look like it?" Liu Mengshan asked rhetorically.

"Yes, not at all." Ling Xue said as she stood up, picked up a pack of instant coffee powder, and shook it towards Liu Mengshan, "Do you want it?" ”

"Let's have a drink." Liu Mengshan said.

Ling Xuesheng continued while making coffee: "According to the Americans, you are out-and-out terrorists. Even terrorists who are more terrible than bin Laden, who can believe that you want to live an ordinary life. ”

"The more brilliant the flowers bloom, the more corpses are piled up under the roots, and behind the seemingly heroic life, what is hidden may be just a sigh." When Liu Mengshan said this, he sighed softly, "In fact, there are so many great truths and ideals in the world, and where is there anything more important than your own happiness in life?" I think most of the so-called great people in the world must have regretted it when they were in life, right? Looking back, I lived such an absurd life, it was a wasted life. ”

"Is the life of a great man wasted?" Ling Xue stopped stirring the coffee and looked at Liu Mengshan with some surprise, "Then what kind of life is not a waste?" ”

Liu Mengshan smiled a little sadly, and didn't answer, but said softly: "What is the value of people?" ”

Liu Mengshan's voice and expression made it difficult to figure out whether he was talking to himself or to Ling Xue.

However, Ling Xue still replied: "As long as there is one person crying for you, then your life is worthwhile." ”

"Crying?" Liu Mengshan turned his face and glanced at Ling Xue slightly, then turned his face away and continued to look out the window.

After a while, Liu Mengshan slowly closed his eyes, "Whenever I close my eyes, all that flashes in my mind is crying, countless and endless crying. ”

When Liu Mengshan's eyes were closed, his face was lonely, self-blaming, and helpless, which made Ling Xue unconsciously, and felt a kind of heartfelt pity for this man who had only known him for a long time.

She felt the urge to step forward and hold his head in her arms.

However, Ling Xueshu had long passed the age of being controlled by emotion, so she just stepped forward and handed the coffee to Liu Mengshan, "What's wrong with you today?" ”

Liu Mengshan opened his eyes and slowly adjusted his coffee, he didn't answer Ling Xue's question, but said in a flat tone: "There are a few tickets in my bedside table. ”

"Tickets?" Ling Xue was stunned for a moment, "What ticket?" ”

"Just take it out and see." Liu Mengshan said.

Ling Xuesheng glanced at Liu Mengshan with some doubts, walked to Liu Mengshan's bedside table, opened the drawer, and saw that there was a blue envelope inside, and there was a stack of air tickets in the envelope - a direct flight ticket from Washington to Shanghai, and the passenger was Ling Xuesheng himself, and all the negotiation assistants accompanying him, but there was no Liu Mengshan. The take-off time is three hours later.

"This is ......" After Ling Xuesheng saw these tickets, she immediately turned around and looked at Liu Mengshan more and more strangely.

"Three hundred billion dollars is a lot, but for Duan Tianluo and his organization, it doesn't determine the meaning of the surname." Liu Mengshan didn't look at Ling Xue's injury, but continued to say lightly, "Turgenev said that as long as a shotgun appears in the front of the novel, then the shotgun in the back must be shot." Duan Tianluo wrote such a novel. After seven years of preparation, it was impossible for Duan Tianwolf and his organization to do anything that did not determine the meaning of the surname. ”

"Not for the money?" Ling Xue's eyes widened strangely, and she walked to Liu Mengshan's side, "It's not for money, why are you doing this?" ”

Liu Mengshan continued: "Brother Guo Hai has a good relationship with the political axe, and China and the United States also have a big problem, but this is not enough for China to risk a diplomatic dispute with the United States and lease $300 billion of US Treasury bonds to the Long Group for a short time. ”

"However, China's political axe did allocate this treasury bond to the Long Group." Ling Xue said sadly.

"How did China's political axe allocate these $300 billion US Treasury bonds to the Long Group?" Liu Mengshan asked rhetorically.

"Of course, it......'s through the computer," Ling Xue reacted violently as soon as she said this, she looked at Liu Mengshan in surprise, "You hacked into the central bank system and tampered with data?" Ah, no, even if you can change the grant records, but such a large number must go through many layers of approval, you can change the computer records, but you can't falsify these real records. What's more, the US political axe will definitely inquire about the Chinese political axe on this matter, so won't everything be a goof at that time? ”

"As long as it's made by man, anything can be faked." Liu Mengshan said.

"Could it be ......" Ling Xue thought for a while, and said in disbelief, "You have already bought off the top level of China?" ”

"No, we didn't spend a penny in the leadership of the Chinese political axe." Liu Mengshan said.

At this moment, Ling Xue was completely confused, "That...... This, what the hell is going on? ”

"You misunderstood me, for now, we didn't use any tricks. The $300 billion US Treasury bond did go to the Long Group's account through legal channels and through formal approvals and procedures. Liu Mengshan said this, and the words changed, "But soon, these true facts will turn into baseless lies." There will be no records of transfers, there will be no official approvals, and no political officials in China have heard of such an incident, nor have they seen any written records related to it. Even if you dig out all the Chinese files, there won't be a single word on them that is related to this person. ”

"But the president of the United States knew about this matter, and the American political axe had a special person inquire about the Chinese political axe on this matter, and the Chinese political axe gave a positive answer." Ling Xue said sadly.

"The Chinese political axe will not admit this, and the American political axe will not even produce any evidence that can convince their citizens. There are no original phone recordings, no records of any communications, and no facts to prove all this. ”

Ling Xue was injured as if she had fallen into the fog, completely in confusion, and after a long time, Ling Xue suddenly understood, "You guys...... You guys have colluded with the Chinese political axe from the beginning? This matter is fundamentally your conspiracy with China's political axe, whether it is me or Brother Dahai, it has been your target from the beginning? ”

"We have to choose to work with a political axe." Liu Mengshan was silent for a while, raised his head, and looked at Ling Xuexian, "The reason why the Rothschild family is strong is because it combines with European and American countries. The highest goal of politics is the economy, and the highest goal of the economy is politics. And the reason why the Rothschild family can control the whole world is that it is perfectly integrated with the political machine of the American political axe. Economics and politics have always been twins, and it is impossible for us alone to defeat the Rothschilds. And the most suitable place in the world to cooperate with us, the most powerful to cooperate with us, and the most necessary to cooperate with us, is China...... We don't have a choice. ”

"No, I don't believe it." Ling Xue shook her head immediately, "I don't believe that this matter was planned by Duan Tianwolf. Duan Tian Wolf would never sacrifice the people around him like this. ”

"If you don't do this, you will never be able to escape the danger that Duan Heavenly Wolf has brought to you." Liu Mengshan said immediately.

As soon as Liu Mengshan said this, Ling Xuesheng thought only for a while, and then understood, "You mean, Duan Tianwolf did this to dissociate himself from us?" ”

"This is the only way to keep you safe." Liu Mengshan said, looking at Ling Xueju, "We have talked to the Chinese political axe, and they will ensure your safety." This is one of the important conditions for us to work with them. ”

"What about you? What do you do yourself? Why don't you go back with me? Ling Xue asked.

"Me?" Liu Mengshan smiled, "I'm an American, my father was a successful banker, I didn't go to school, I received a private tutor's home education, and I was a serious psychopath." All the evidence shows that I have never been to China, and all the evidence of my existence in China is a high-tech fabrication......"

Hearing this, Ling Xuesheng interrupted Liu Mengshan a little roughly, "Okay, I don't want to listen to it anymore, I know you can fake anything." You can turn anything real into a lie, but I don't care about that, I just want to ask you. What do you want to do after we're gone? What will happen to you in the future? ”

Liu Mengshan looked at Ling Xue's injury for a while, and reached out and patted the chair beside him, "Sit down, I want to talk to you, the reason why I asked you to come this time is to say something to you, and now is the time to say these things." ”

An hour later, Liu Mengshan stood up from the window with a smile and slowly waved his hand towards Ling Xuexian, who was only thirty centimeters away, "Goodbye, the journey went smoothly." ”

Ling Xue also smiled reluctantly, stood up, and waved her hand at Liu Mengshan, who was close at hand, but her eyes were full of tears.

Liu Mengshan smiled and opened his arms and hugged Ling Xue in his arms, "Remember my words." ”

"I will." Ling Xue nodded hurtfully.

"Let's go." Liu Mengshan let go of his embrace.

Ling Xuesheng nodded again, turned around and walked towards his room, and when he walked to the door, Ling Xuesheng stopped, turned around, and asked Liu Mengshan, "Can you tell me, what do you really want to do most in this life?" ”

Liu Mengshan blinked and replied, "I was by her side when the person I loved the most missed me the most. ”

"Did the deputy negotiator go to the airport with all the staff?"

Soon, the news that Ling Xuesheng and the others left the hotel and went to the airport immediately spread to the White House.

When the president's special assistant heard the news, he immediately stood up, "I want to see the president." ”

Three minutes later, the special assistant appeared in the office of the female president.

After listening to the special assistant's report, the female president hesitated for a moment, and then asked: "What about the negotiator?" I mean, the ......."

"Liu Mengshan, Mrs. President." Said the special assistant.

"Well, yes, where are the others?" The female president asked.

"He's still in the hotel." Said the special assistant.

"The deputy negotiator boarded the plane and left, and the negotiator remained in the hotel." The female president reached out and touched her neck, "It sounds weird." ”

"Madam President, I think it's a negotiation technique, a certain way of pressuring." Said the special assistant.

"Probably." The female president nodded, then said, "But it is also very likely that the two disagree." The deputy negotiator is a very famous group president, and he should be a relatively reasonable person. And this Liu Mengshan, who is not well known, knows nothing about politics and economic fighting, and only knows how to blindly carry out orders. ”

"Well, it's very likely that the negotiators insisted on a high compensation figure, and the deputy negotiators didn't think it was feasible and left. However, it's hard to explain why she took all the attachés with her. The special assistant said.

"Well, it's a bit weird indeed." The female president thought for a moment, "However, whether it is internal strife or negotiation skills, all of this can only be seen after seeing the real chapter at the negotiating table before the real reason can be seen." ”

"Then should we arrange negotiations with Liu Mengshan as soon as possible?" The special assistant asked.

"No, there's no hurry." The female president shook her head, "Hang him for a day or two, don't be in too much of a hurry, don't let them see what we think in our hearts." ”

"Yes, Madame President."

On the evening of October 17, 2010, Room 3327 of the Renaissance Mayflower Hotel.

For the past eighteen hours, Liu Mengshan has been sitting quietly in front of the window, drinking cup after cup of coffee, his right hand rubbing strangely against the wall of the cup, simulating a certain kind of movement.

Finally, Liu Mengshan stopped drinking coffee and stopped this action, he put down the coffee cup, stood up, and walked towards the bedside table.

"Desk?" After dialing a number, Liu Mengshan asked.

"Yes, this is the help desk, can I help you?" The waiter on the phone asked.

"I want to book a plane ticket." Liu Mengshan said.

The waiter asked, "When is the ticket?" Where to fly? ”

"Fly to Shanghai, the earliest flight from now on, no matter what class you want." After Liu Mengshan finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and then sat at the head of the bed, closing his eyes and recuperating.

Three minutes later, the phone rang, and Liu Mengshan picked up the phone, "Have I booked my ticket?" ”

"I heard you wanted to see me." A slightly shrill mezzo-soprano came over the phone.

"Oh, it's Madame President." Liu Mengshan said calmly.

"You don't seem surprised." Said the female president.

Liu Mengshan asked rhetorically, "Do you think I should be surprised?" ”

"So, everything was expected by you?" The female president said with a somewhat haughty laugh.

"At the very least, it wasn't what you expected." Liu Mengshan said.

The female president was silent for a while, and then said, "Maybe it's time for me to change the intelligence chief, they don't have any accurate information about you." ”

"You'll have to meet to find out." Liu Mengshan said.

"It's almost dinner time, and if you don't mind, I'd like to invite you to dinner at the White House." Said the female president.

"As long as the heating in the White House is better than the heating in Mayflower." Liu Mengshan replied.

The female president smiled, "Of course, I'll send someone to pick you up." ”

Thirty minutes later, Liu Mengshan arrived at the White House, and after a routine security check, he was led directly to a restaurant.

When she saw him appear, the female president in a white suit stood up from the sofa and stretched out her hand to him with a smile, "Welcome, Mr. Liu Mengshan." ”

Liu Mengshan shook hands with the female president, and said with a faint smile: "Thank you." ”

As he spoke, Liu Mengshan glanced at the dining table, everything had been arranged, and it was all a French meal that looked delicious.

"Madame President loves French food?" Liu Mengshan asked.

"Oh yes, my husband loves it." The female president smiled and said, "Come, please take a seat." ”

The two of them came to the table and sat down separately, about three meters apart, with security personnel in black suits standing on either side.

"I'd actually love to keep talking like this." As soon as Liu Mengshan sat down, he said, "But I'm worried that continuing to talk like this will make me wonderful. ”

The female president frowned slightly, and looked at Liu Mengshan with some confusion.

At this time, Liu Mengshan's body suddenly burst out without warning, and almost at the same time, the table knife in front of Liu Mengshan flew out at a speed that everyone didn't have time to react.

The knife flew into the female president's neck, and her whole body fell back as if she had been suddenly pushed, and then she was pinned tightly to the chair.

"It's the Last Supper." Liu Mengshan slowly raised his hands and said expressionlessly as if a crazy believer was chanting a mantra.

(To be continued)