Fujita was calling in Tokyo to sell 'health supplements' to the elderly in Japan, and Zhou Qingfeng was attending a secret meeting at HK. An American delegation came from Washington for consultations.

It took two years for the Legal Department of the Light to be brought about at the Convention and Exhibition Centre in Central, with the aim of lifting the sanctions against the Light.

The talks were supposed to be held in New York, but later they were asked to be held in Japan. Zhou Qingfeng's minimum concession is in HK, and other places are exempt from talking. This negotiation venue alone has been a dispute for more than half a year.

At first, the US side agreed to send senior officials from the Ministry of Commerce over, but when it really waited to meet the plane at the airport, it only saw a few low-level miscellaneous fish with arrogant attitudes.

Zhou Qingfeng endured all of this.

What could not bear it was that the two sides of the talks began to sit down, and the US negotiators on the opposite side began to fold paper airplanes.

The first page of a transcript of the conversation was pulled out and carefully folded to extrude the edges. With a relaxed smile on his high-nosed and deep-eyed face, he snorted at the head of the paper airplane.

This move is too frivolous.

"If you dare to throw this thing over, I'll smash your face and throw your corpse into the sea to feed the fish."

The two sides are separated by the negotiating table, but only a stone's throw away. Zhou Qingfeng's big hand pressed lightly on the tabletop, his body was tense, and he stared at the small trash fish opposite like a lion tiger.

The dignified president came forward in person, and the other party was so contemptuous and rude. One can imagine how contemptuous and arrogant the other party was when Huang Li's legal department contacted him before.

Zhou Qingfeng attaches great importance to this negotiation, but at this moment, his mental power is like an angry sea, surging in the spacious conference room. The Americans on the other side seemed to be under heavy pressure, and their originally relaxed expressions showed a hint of discomfort.

There were two rows of people sitting opposite the negotiating table, and only five or six people from the US side came, less than half of the 'Holy Light' side. But they don't look at people from the moment they hit the ground, and the same is true when it comes to the formal occasion of the meeting.

The personnel in charge of the reception of the 'Holy Light' endured it again and again, and when they endured it to Zhou Qingfeng, they didn't need to endure it anymore.

Lao Mei, who folded the paper plane, felt strange, and her hand suddenly became numb and couldn't lift it, but she shouted stubbornly: "Mr. Zhou, this meeting is what you requested." The terms of the talks have been worked out, and all you have to do is sign them. ”

With this kind of negotiation attitude, it is a waste of time to talk about one more word.

Zhou Qingfeng already understood that he had come for nothing, and he was too lazy to think about anything to 'sign the agreement'. He only turned his head to look at Huang Li, the legal director who accompanied the meeting, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me about this earlier?" ”

Huang Li also suffered Zhou Qingfeng's anger, and he didn't expect that these Yankees had no one in their eyes from beginning to end, and always thought that they would see Zhou Qingfeng restrain themselves. Who knew they would get even worse.

Huang Li has been by Zhou Qingfeng's side for more than two years and knows his temper very well. She could only take a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry, I was thinking that the group needs to lift the sanctions, so ......"

"So it's all about compromise, isn't it?"

The anger in Zhou Qingfeng's heart was even greater, and his anger increased, but he had to forcibly press it, lest he be out of control after the outbreak.

"Face is very important, and the more you retreat, the more you will be looked down upon by the enemy. Sometimes you have to fight to get hurt and not give an inch. ”

Secretary-General Lin Wan sat on the other side, reached out and patted Zhou Qingfeng's arm, and said in a low voice: "I am also involved in this matter, and I don't blame Huang Li alone." The terms of this agreement ......"

"There's no deal left."

Zhou Qingfeng stood up and reached out to grab the origami airplane from the hand of the Yankee opposite. He looked down coldly at the other party's blue and white face, "Let's stop here." ”

In the past year or so, the 'Holy Light' has been fighting with Lao Mei. Personnel from both sides have clashed directly in Eastern Europe, Central Asia, the Middle East and Southeast Asia, with casualties on each other.

With the reunification of Germany, the former Warsaw Pact countries collectively turned to NATO, and the stupid pig-like shit-stirring stick of 'Big Bobo' was blindly mingling, the power of 'Holy Light' in Eastern Europe has shrunk significantly, and many of the markets won in the previous two years have become precarious.

In Southeast Asia, the local social environment is even more backward, and the cultural ethnicity is very different from that of the West.

Central Asia and the Middle East are mud pits, and the 'Holy Light' does not easily invest too many resources, at most it has helped Iran repair more than 40 'Tomcats' and a batch of old F-5E. The oil business is still not negotiable.

But the fact that a group has achieved these results in two or three years has made it difficult for Americans to sleep. With the uninterrupted contact of the legal department, the two sides agreed to hold a meeting in HK and make some concessions.

But the senior US officials who should have appeared now did not come, and the miscellaneous fish who came thought they were the victors. Then there's nothing to talk about.

"Give up your illusions and keep fighting." Zhou Qingfeng withdrew his arm and glanced at the paper airplane that he had snatched in his hand. He sneered at the American representative opposite.

"I'm going to keep this paper airplane in my collection, protect it with a glass cover, and put it in a prominent place in my office. I'd write on it, 'On 6/5/94, an American wanted to throw this thing on top of my head.'"

Wait, thirty years at most, twenty years soon. I'm going to throw this paper airplane back on your head with some other stuff. I hope you all live to that time and witness the next twenty or thirty years. ”

Zhou Qingfeng took the paper airplane, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and shouted to the subordinates who came to participate in the talks: "Let's go, why are you still staying here?" Isn't it embarrassing enough? ”

The 'Holy Light' side hurriedly got up, followed in the footsteps of the president, and left the conference room. At this time, the people on the American side looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Especially the one who wrote the origami plane, only to realize that he seemed to have messed up. It didn't take long for Michelle, who was the negotiation planner, to walk in from outside the conference room, and in front of everyone, she raised her hand and gave the plane a slap.

A slap resounded through the room, startling everyone else involved in the meeting. The one who was slapped was even more stunned, and he was stunned for a long time before he realized that he had been beaten.

Michelle scolded angrily: "Idiot, the meeting ended in less than five minutes, what did you do? ”

The origami airplane is two heads taller than Michelle, but in the face of this petite woman, he can only cover his face and say, "I thought those Japanese were ......"

Michelle was even more mad, "Who told you that today's meeting is Japanese?" ”

"My boss, he asked me to talk casually and sign the agreement." Origami seems to have found a reliance and pushed everything to the boss and high-ranking officials who were not present.

"Fools, you are all fools. Is it hard to sign an agreement? Can this all be messed up? Say a few nice words to the other person with a smile and sign the prepared paperwork.

Oh yes. Your position is too low to be qualified to sign. But you can bring the signed document back to Washington and ask your boss to sign it. ”

Michelle erupted, "I wonder how hard it took me to get this negotiation done." While we still have a bargain, we restrained the runaway monster, but everything was messed up. ”

Michelle reached out and grabbed the other party's collar and asked viciously, "What did you do?" ”

"I folded paper airplanes ......"

Michelle's eyes were round, and she gritted her teeth and asked, "What did you fold?" ”

"Fold paper airplanes."

"And then?"

"The other party left in anger."

It was Michelle's turn to take a deep breath. She blushed but loosened the collar of the unlucky man, reached out and patted the folds of the collar, shook her head and sighed:

"My bad, my bad, I shouldn't have found a bunch of idiots to do the work."

After a while, Michelle broke out again and scolded: "The next thing is your life-and-death kill, and there is no possibility of easing." But we don't know the opponent at all, we don't know anything about it. ”

For Michelle's screams, the other Americans thought she was crazy. The one who slapped her was even more unconvinced, "Isn't it just a backward country, even if it's not Japan?" They're not as good as Japan. ”

This argument is too stupid to be refuted.

But Michelle stood still, glanced at the others, and was stunned to find ....... She turned out to be in the minority.