Stress brings motivation. There's no pressure, and the rotten people like old George just take the money and don't work.

Zhou Qingfeng left New York at the end of August. He left on his front foot, and Michelle chased after him in early September, handing over ownership of a small American company to the Light.

That small company researches electro-hydraulic servo valves and has hundreds of patented technologies. Its products are used in the military for aircraft and missile components, and for civilian purposes, for wind turbines, automobiles and medical equipment.

The company is not big, starting from a garage, inheriting two generations of father and son, with less than 50 employees, simple and sophisticated. It has achieved a high level in the industry in a very small segment, and it is not easy.

With Michelle, Holy Light paid $3 million to buy the small company, allowing it to continue to grow in the United States, but the technology and patents had to be imported into the group.

After taking this small company, Zhou Qingfeng sent Michelle a batch of luxury goods, so that old George could continue to mix in Washington and expand his contacts.

With this run-in, both sides are clear about each other's strength and bottom limit, and the follow-up cooperation can be a little easier.

For example, there is a large steel gap in China, and the U.S. steel industry is in serious decline.

Zhou Qingfeng really wants to buy one or two steel plants directly, and ship hundreds of thousands or even millions of tons of equipment to China for resettlement.

This method can immediately increase steel production in a short period of time. But this kind of big project is absolutely impossible without a member of Congress to promote it. So both sides need each other.

But Zhou Qingfeng and Old George are like squeezing toothpaste - you give me some benefits, and I will give you some benefits. This benefit will not be much at all, you must be stuck at the critical point, and you must not let the other party feel good, see who can't hold it first.

August, September, and even October, both sides are competing for patience, neither tearing their faces nor being too friendly. It was not until the end of October, when the 'Varyag' completed the preliminary power system tests, that Zhou Qingfeng received a reply from George Sr.

"Congress has decided to loosen its grip on the aircraft carrier and no longer require the Turks to prevent it from leaving the Black Sea."

Michelle has been flying back and forth between the imperial capital and Washington for months, acting as a messenger. Her arrival again finally brought some good news to Zhou Qingfeng.

"But ......"

"I hate to hear the word 'but.'" In the president's office of the imperial capital headquarters, Zhou Qingfeng stared at Michelle, who was sitting opposite, "Your father is really an old dog, it makes me want to send him to hell." ”

The little foreign girl was used to the scolding between Zhou Qingfeng and her father, and said indifferently: "My father also wants to send you to hell." Every time he talks about you, he is so angry that he can't eat. ”

"What else do you want now?"

"It's not us obstructing this time, it's the local chicken who is making the request."

"What?"

"You should soon hear back from the local chickens, who are worried that the aircraft carrier will hit the bridge across the Bosphorus and will ask you to pay a billion dollars in deposits."

"Is the local chicken crazy for money? I only spent tens of millions of dollars to buy this aircraft carrier, and it actually wants to blackmail Lao Tzu by a billion? ”

"The same cannot be said either, as long as your aircraft carrier passes safely through the strait, the money will be returned to you. If you are still not satisfied, do you want to go to Ankara and drop a nuclear bomb? ”

After more contact, Michelle also knew that the 'nuclear bomb' in Zhou Qingfeng's mouth was completely used to scare people. It's really not easy to use.

As for the 'Deep Sea Ranger' currently being used for undersea treasure hunting, it is inconvenient to directly have a relationship with Zhou Qingfeng and the 'Holy Light', so as not to shock the world.

There must be a means that can be used and that are sufficiently deterrent.

"Michelle, I want to use your mouth to tell some people who have illusions. If the local chicken really wants to blackmail me, my response is never to give money honestly, I will make them anxious. ”

"Roger. You always do things this way. Michelle smiled playfully. can turn Zhou Qingfeng's spearhead around, and she is finally relieved. "I'll tell you on my behalf, and I'll make sure your opponent understands what it means."

The little girl came happily and walked happily. When she returned to Washington to see her father, she relayed Zhou Qingfeng's words and asked, "Dad, how do you think the 'Holy Light' will respond?" ”

Hahaha..... Old George laughed out loud. He spread his hands at the dinner table and said, "I don't know, but I don't care." That bastard is finally going to harm someone else, and I hope he's going to make things bigger.

What if he destroys the damn chicken? Now that the USSR is finished, the Black Sea Fleet of the Red Navy no longer exists, and NATO no longer needs to be manned in the Black Sea. The current local chicken is a complete burden to us. ”

That's right, the local chicken is a watchdog for NATO. Now that the enemy is gone, the watchdogs are worthless.

Michelle left, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately asked Marcose to apply to the strait management department of Tuji, and once again asked for the opening of the channel and allowed the 'Varyag' to leave.

Sure enough, this time, the management department of the local chicken did not delay, and quickly replied and made a request - not only a billion dollars of deposit, but also hoped that the 'Holy Light' could sign a contract to guarantee the import of a certain amount of goods from the local chicken every year in the future.

If the import amount is not reached, the deposit will be deducted.

This is not only blackmail, but also blocking people's money.

"Let it die!"

What's the chicken? Food, mechanical and electrical, agricultural products, and the industrial chain are highly overlapping with 'Holy Light'. There is little room for cooperation between the two sides, but they are competitors.

Getting this kind of reply with a bunch of conditions, Uncle Zhou really felt that he was too kind. He really didn't clean up enough of the local chickens last time, but the other party was brave and always wanted to take advantage.

To deal with this kind of 'hakishi', Zhou Qingfeng's first thought was to go directly to the Kurds, send the other party a bunch of arms, and ignite the flames of war.

However, after asking Xiao Jinlang, he found that the Kurds are still safe and stable, and they have no intention of rebelling. In addition, it is useless to send arms in small quantities, and it is useless to lose money in large quantities, which is not a long-term solution.

I have to think of some other way to make the local chicken suffer a big loss. Zhou's second idea is a little more complicated but much more feasible – dump goods and crush the local chicken manufacturing industry.

After all, it is close to the rich local tyrants in Europe, and it is relatively secular, and has accepted a lot of low-end industrial transfers from Europe, and the export market is also in Europe.

"Lao Tzu wants to do your import first, and then grab your export. You have no business to do! Zhou Qingfeng spread out the map and stared at the location of the local chicken.

'Holy Light' has been losing ground in the Eastern European market, and it is helpless against the Western European market, and Marcos is only maintaining the situation of the Ermao family, which is already very hard.

This is entirely because Uncle Zhou's attention in the past two years has mainly been engaged in industrial upgrading in China. Right now...... The president is coming out!

It is just a good time to verify the effect of industrial technology upgrading in the past two years.

Dare to stir things up?

Crush to death!