() Onalang is proficient in three Chinese, of which French is one of the languages In this case, Ye Lingfei did not communicate with Onalang in English, because many people can understand English, as for French, few people understand

"Onalang, I want you to keep your composure, as an old friend, shouldn't you have a good talk?" Ye Lingfei said with a smile

O Nalang never imagined that he would meet Ye Lingfei here, just a little gaffe just now, but with his usual sophistication, he quickly regained his composure and said in English and the translator: "I want to talk to this gentleman, please explain it to the mayor."

The translator then translated O'Nalang's words, and in everyone's surprised eyes, Ye Lingfei and Oanalang walked alone to the big window next to the cocktail party

"Xinming, what the hell is going on?" Zhou Hongsen asked Zhou Xinming puzzled, he wanted to know why Zhou Xinming would bring such a man in Zhou Xinming and Zhou Xinming couldn't figure it out, this scene was too unexpected for her, she didn't expect that Mr. Onalang would really talk to Ye Lingfei

Bai Qingting also walked behind Zhou Xinming at this time, she wanted to ask Zhou Xinming the same question, but after hearing Vice Mayor Zhou's words, she just stood beside Zhou Xinming and waited for Zhou Xinming's explanation

Zhou Xinming was confused and said, "I don't know what's going on, he said he wanted to see Mr. Onalang"

Looking out from the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the bustling night view of Wanghai City, the colorful neon billboards change the advertising screens, and the floor advertisements of the commercial buildings opposite change the portraits of Baomei underwear models in a few seconds

Ye Lingfei took out three or five cigarettes, threw one to Onalang, and after lighting the cigarette in his mouth, Ye Lingfei smiled and said, "What's the matter, don't you feel surprised to see me here?" ”

Onalang received Ye Lingfei's cigarette, sandwiched it between his two fingers, but did not smoke it, but looked at the people who were chatting at the drinking party vigilantly, and he said to Ye Lingfei in French: "Well, I was surprised that I never thought you would be here"

"Aren't you also a United Nations Charity Ambassador?" Ye Lingfei took a puff of cigarette and said sarcastically: "Mr. Onalang, deputy director of the CIA, you have appeared in four of the ten major battlefields in the world, and you and I have blood on your hands, but you have become a United Nations charity ambassador, isn't it ironic?" ”

"Satan, this is a thing of the past, I have left the CIA, and those things in the past have been sealed in the CIA's secret files" Onalang finally lit his cigarette, he looked outside, and said: "This is just trying to do what I can now to make up for my past"

"This is an American politician, you, like other high-level American officials I know, look at the world with the face of a politician, it is undeniable that I am not nobler than you, because I see the world as a premise, for money, I will do whatever it takes" Ye Lingfei smiled and said, "Actually, I should thank you, without the support of you people, I would not have made a huge amount of money"

Onalan said in the usual way of thinking of American politicians: "I am an American, and I will only think about the interests of the United States. ”

"Of course that's right," Ye Lingfei pursed his lips and said, "Just like I take money as the ultimate goal, our values have some similarities, but I am compared to you, that is a small thing, do you remember the warlord Radugu in Liberia, without your support, I don't think he would have enough arms to launch a rebellion"

Onaran responds in his usual hypocritical manner: "Unfortunately, I don't remember having this incident"

"Sure enough, it's a high-ranking official of the CIA, and he doesn't even blink an eyelid when he lies," Ye Lingfei had long known that Onalang would not admit anything, because even if he left the CIA, he still had his principle of keeping secrets, and Ye Lingfei didn't care at all whether Onalang would really admit it, the reason why he deliberately said it to Onalang was to see if Onalang would change a little after leaving the CIA, and now Ye Lingfei is very sure that Onalang has not changed at all

"A bastard is a bastard, even if you face me, you won't tell the truth" Ye Lingfei didn't care about the identity of Onalang now, and scolded with a smile: "However, it doesn't matter, anyway, I know many things better than you"

"Satan, you are such a terrible person, I suspect it was a mistake to choose you in the first place," said Onalang, "but now these things are not what bothered me."

"I think so too, and I don't want to worry about it, that's why I live a reclusive life as an old friend, I just came to see you and tell you that once you leave the CIA, you have lost the most powerful protection, you still have to be careful, maybe your enemies are planning a plot to attack you" Ye Lingfei patted Onalang on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "Compared to me, you have more enemies, and it is also dangerous."

"Thanks for the advice, my friend"

Ye Lingfei turned his gaze to Bai Qingting, and saw that Bai Qingting was looking at him, not only Bai Qingting alone, but also Zhou Xinming, the leaders of the municipal axe and other cadres were also watching him and Onalang, Ye Lingfei easily thought of what these people were thinking in their hearts, it was nothing more than speculating about their identities

"Onalang, do me a favor," Ye Lingfei said and took out a signature pen and a blank piece of paper from his body, "In order to let others not know my past identity, I hope you can help me sign my name, and at the same time, protect my identity for me"

Onalang smiled, took the pen, quickly signed his name on Ye Lingfei's piece of paper, and then returned the pen to Ye Lingfei

"Well, I don't know how much the signature of the UN Charity Ambassador can be worth?" Ye Lingfei took the white paper signed by Onalang and stuffed it into his pocket, as if he was dealing with a waste paper ball

"My signature is not worth a penny compared to Satan's signature" Onalang smiled and said, "Satan, I'll go back first, and if you have time, you can call me at any time"

"No need, I'm not interested in a former deputy director of the CIA" Ye Lingfei extinguished the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground

Onalang just smiled lightly, didn't say much, and walked back to the hall Onalan understood that even when he was the deputy director of the CIA, he was helpless against this arms dealer with eyes in the sky, just like Ye Lingfei said, the United States needs him, and Ye Lingfei is using the United States to make money, this is really a joke, an Oriental can use each other with world-class powers

If it's just true, it's okay, but this Chinese's organization and most countries in the world are playing this threat game half angel, half demon, this is the apt evaluation given by Onalang to Ye Lingfei Chapter 114 of the third episode of Urban Zangjiao, half angel, half demon