PS: Second update

On December 3, despite the increasingly cold weather in Europe, journalists from various countries waited outside the exhibition hall in Brussels early in the morning to see a joke, and at this time, the exhibition hall of the Talester company was not yet half a distinguished guest. As they had begun to speculate, the exhibition was destined to be the result of a lot of money.

This is because you have to have an invitation card to enter the exhibition. So these reporters can only huddle outside, looking forward to it, and looking at it with curious eyes how many big people will come here with enough to eat.

"I said Tom, why would you agree to that damn editor-in-chief to come and cover the news?" Levi, a fellow reporter standing next to Tom, grumbled, he took a breath of heat, rubbed his hands, and hugged his body tightly, "It's too cold this day." ”

"yes, it's cold." Tom checked his camera and didn't talk to him, and he wasn't a reporter for Entertainment Daily anymore without a plaid outfit. In fact, in recent years, the Belgian entertainment industry is collapsing at a strange speed, and under a series of government policy suppression, domestic entertainment stars have gone to foreign countries to seek development. And there is no need for him, an entertainment reporter, to stay there any longer, so he simply jumped out after the Turing incident and became a reporter for another news sector.

"I said that the editor-in-chief is true, isn't it just a broken company to hold an exhibition, as for the want of us all to join in the fun." Levi continued to complain, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and lit it, took a deep breath, and said, "I really don't believe that there will be big names from other countries." ”

Tom smiled at Levi's disdain, didn't he see the crown prince like this back then?

As soon as the other party's voice fell, the crowd of reporters behind him boiled, accompanied by the sound of flashing magnesium lights. Levi and Tom turned their heads at the same time, like the other stunned reporters. With an expression of disbelief, he looked at the convoy that appeared behind him without a tail.

The door of the first car opened, and some reporters began to be unsettled. The person who stepped out of the car and smiled at everyone was little Giovanni? Agnelli, a journalist who has been in Italy for many years, is familiar with this playboy who has changed his heart. Although he has not yet officially taken over the Fiat Group, the Ferrari company he is in charge of is thriving. Little Giovanni? Agnelli smiled at the crowd, showed the invitation to the security staff, and entered the exhibition hall after confirmation.

"Oh my God, even the future successor of the Fiat Group is here." Although Levi was a little surprised, this situation was also expected by himself, and there was already an exchange of interests between businessmen and businessmen. He quickly pressed the shutter to record the historic moment.

But the next person who appeared in front of all the reporters. But it was beyond everyone's expectations. The moment the car door opened, the boiling crowd fell silent, and some even forgot to continue taking pictures, watching him and the people around him make way for a passage and enter the exhibition hall accompanied by security personnel.

"If I'm not mistaken, that person is the U.S. Secretary of Defense." Levi stared at the tall man's back and muttered to himself.

It wasn't until the Minister of Defense was about to arrive at the door that he was stopped by a reporter who had come to his senses.

"Minister Louis, why are you here? Does this mean that the United States and Belgium have an extraordinary cooperative relationship? The journalist's mouth was like a machine gun, and he threw out several questions in one breath. But what disappointed him was. The security personnel simply pushed him away rudely, and Minister Louis walked in without saying a word, escorted by the security personnel.

"What an uncultured fellow, look at how I sing about you in the newspapers." The reporter who was pushed said angrily.

Albert's elaborate plan was beyond everyone's expectations. The U.S. Secretary of Defense, major generals of the French and Israeli armies, and Pakistani diplomats were all present at the exhibition, which was attended by almost all political and business tycoons.

Along the way, different people greeted Albert, and Albert smiled and nodded in response.

"Your Highness Albert. Hello. I am Major General Merkava in the Israel Defense Forces. The beard, who was in a suit and leather shoes, could not hide that military atmosphere, introduced himself to Albert as soon as he came up. Albert shook his hand with a smile and said, "General Merkava, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”

"The Uzi submachine gun that was ordered from His Royal Highness Albert NORINCO received a good response. I'd like to see how your company's other products are. Merkava said with a smile that for Israel, which has just ended the first Middle East war and has not yet established an industrial base, the inexpensive Uzi submachine gun is indeed their best choice.

"Is General Merkava interested in looking at our Dragonov sniper rifles and AKM rifles, which are powerful and equally inexpensive, and very suitable for use in desert areas. Unlike other firearms, he can shoot even if he gets into the sand. Like a salesman, Albert gushes about the two guns to Merkava.

"Oh? Dragonov? The same gun that shot the leader of the Italian Communist Party? "SVD, which rose to fame for its involvement in the Viet Cong's assassination attempts, has long since become a legendary firearm. really coped with that sentence, if a gun wants to be famous, it kills many people, and kills enough people to be famous.

"If you want to experience it, we'll have a dedicated salesperson show you how to shoot this gun in an environment." Albert said that in order to attract customers, Albert painstakingly created a simulated desert environment to show them the advantages of AKM.

"Okay, well, then I won't bother His Highness Albert." Seeing that there were still people around him eager to talk to Albert, General Merkava took a break and followed the salesperson to watch AKM's simulated environment shooting.

Just as Albert was about to talk to Louis, who was standing in front of the mantis tank, an uninvited guest stopped in front of Albert, he raised his hand and beckoned to Albert, and said with a smile, "Hello, Your Highness Albert." ”

"Huh? Hello? Albert thought about it, but couldn't remember where he had met this man.

The other party seemed to be able to see through what Albert was thinking at a glance, he waved his hand and said, "Don't think about it, of course His Highness Albert has not seen me." My name is Wade, I'm from the RAND Corporation, and I'm Secretary Louis's personal staff. Of course, you have not heard of such a nobody. ”

"But in fact I've heard of the RAND Corporation, may I ask Mr. Wade if there is anything I can do to help you?" Albert understands this truth, so he patiently talks to Wade. And the other party is still from the RAND Corporation, a world think tank, this kind of guy whose IQ belongs to the category of perverts, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the trap carefully arranged by them.

"It's nothing, I'm just curious, His Highness Albert can actually make a company develop into an arms giant in Europe in just three years, or in Belgium, which has no heavy military industrial base. This speed of development is not something that ordinary people can do, right? Wade asked.

"Maybe it's because I'm the crown prince, after all, the wealth of the whole of Belgium is the wealth of the royal family." Albert also played with him haha.

Wade took two glasses of wine from the plate served by the waiter who passed by, handed one of them to Albert, and said slowly, "In fact, if an arms company wants to develop, it must come at the cost of regional conflicts, right?" After all, bullets are used to fight and kill, not to showcase, let me use statistics to calculate, maybe on average a thousand people who died in a war zone, and two of them died under your 7.62mm bullets, right? ”

In the face of the other party's aggressive provocation, the corners of Albert's mouth gradually became gloomy, he had maintained a modest appearance, but the cup in his hand was pinched by him and gurgled, "So what does Mr. Wade want to tell me?" ”

Wade narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "If you want to be a good arms dealer, you haven't created enough conflicts. And I can help you become a true king of arms. (To be continued......)