Chapter 555: No Concessions!
In the wee hours of the morning.
The last passenger plane from Tianyuan to Beijing landed smoothly on the runway.
While the plane was taxiing, a confidential phone call came.
After getting off the plane, Wu Jie came to the depths of the underground of the terminal, got into a Hongqi car, and quietly left the airport.
In the automotive world, there is a saying.
I'm not afraid that the public will have letters, but I'm afraid that the red flag will have a microphone.
The Hongqi sedan that came to pick up Wu Jie tonight, although it was not open-topped, did not have a microphone.
But......
The license plate number is also awesome!
On this way to the city center, I feel that there are many drivers and pedestrians on the road.
In this day and age, luxury cars are nothing new.
Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Lamborghini, Bugatti Veil, ......
In fact, all kinds of luxury cars often appear in people's sight.
In addition, the short video platform is too popular now, and there are many Internet celebrities who rent luxury cars to show off their wealth, so that everyone is not very interested in luxury cars.
But this car is a red flag sedan with small red flags fluttering on both sides of the front and red license plates, which is really unusual.
Gallop all the way!
In the capital late at night, the road conditions are not very congested.
When I arrived at the State Guesthouse, it was already half past one in the morning.
Tang Xiao didn't come together, she wanted to organize relatives and friends, and set off for Wu Jie's hometown on Saturday, so naturally she didn't have time to participate in the negotiations.
What's more, the presidential envoy of the US imperialists does not want to see her.
The accommodation at the State Guesthouse is very good.
It is low-key, elegant, and has connotation.
A small four-story building with a small tree-lined and elegant and secluded courtyard.
The suite where Wu Jie stayed was not large, and it was not the kind of splendid and luxurious decoration of a five-star hotel.
The living room and bedroom are very low-key and simple.
The waiter brought some late-night pastries, and two people came into the house with them.
One is dressed in a Mao suit, his eyes are bright, and his temperament is very unusual.
After entering the house and looking around, he stood at the door with his suitcase, his eyes not squinting, and he still had a wireless earbud in his right ear.
The other middle-aged man appeared to be very gentle and polite.
Wu Jie only thinks he has seen it on the TV news, but he doesn't know what his name is.
After the greetings, the middle-aged man was very polite and asked Wu Jie to call him Lao Tan.
Lao Tan is a very easy-going person, let Wu Jie listen to him while eating.
"Your assassination is both unexpected and reasonable!"
"There has always been a huge difference between Eastern and Western cultures, and in developed countries in the West, strategic thinking has always been simple. ”
"They're more accustomed to either/or! You either submit to him, or you have to do it with him!"
"So in the field of information networks, you who have a huge role, since you can't be tamed, you can only kill!"
Wu Jie said twice, not denying it.
Three hours ago, when he was having dinner at home, Tang Xiao had already said something similar.
Wu Jie understands that it can be summed up in one sentence: 'If you are not of my race, your heart will be different'.
None of them are of the same race, and of course they are not trustworthy, and since they cannot be interdependent, one must die.
Seeing Wu Jie's calm expression, Lao Tan smiled kindly:
"I really didn't expect that our nation could have a talent like you, and with your own strength, you can destroy the city and conquer the city in the field of information network!"
"And those developed countries in the West categorically didn't expect that such a demon-level talent would emerge from our country, and if they don't kill you, they really can't sleep!"
Wu Jie grabbed a handful of dried fruits, and said with a smile while eating:
"Then Lao Tan, do you mean that this time the presidential envoy came over and wanted to kill me?"
"How is this possible?" Lao Tan said with a smile: "The two assassinations were unsuccessful, if you come back for the third time, it will be fine, but what if you fail?
"They are developed countries, and all walks of life are more dependent on the Internet, while we are relatively backward, and if we really mess up, we are not afraid to wear shoes barefoot. ”
"What's more, our domestic consumer market is huge, even if international trade is affected to a certain extent, it will not lead to chaos in the domestic economic order, and the lives of ordinary people will not be too affected. ”
Old Tan's words......
What a meaning!
Wu Jie thought to himself.
Is he hinting?
Wrong...... This should be considered explicit!
Meaning, let Wu Jie not be afraid, he is really going to provoke him, let go of his hands and feet to start a war with the US imperialists!
Think differently.
It seems that the developed countries of the West have suffered heavy losses, and it seems that it is more beneficial to the country, right?
Global competition, like sailing against the current.
Some countries regress, and some countries are inevitably improving.
Thinking of this, Wu Jie couldn't help but feel that the higher the position, the more far-reaching the strategic vision.
There is still a gap between Tang Xiao, who manages a multinational enterprise, and Lao Tan, who manages the economy of a huge country.
It's normal to think about it.
Lao Tan is several rounds older than Tang Xiao, and his life experience and international strategic thinking are of course different.
What's more, Lao Tan stands at a different angle.
Country-to-country confrontation!
How can you compromise and seek perfection?
As the saying goes.
Life and death are downbeat, and if you don't accept it, you will do it!
In the competition between countries, compromises and bending, which will only make the other party even more intensified.
Therefore, Lao Tan's visit at nearly two o'clock in the morning should have one purpose.
That is to convey the meaning of the top level to Wu Jie.
Tough to the end!
It's not.
In the next conversation, Lao Tan made this point even more clear.
"Our country is no longer the sick man of East Asia who was bullied and suppressed by the invaders!
"Counting the serial bombings perpetrated by the Ethiopian Youth Army, you have actually been assassinated three times!"
"As the saying goes, which is tolerable and which is not! Tomorrow's closed-door negotiations, I hope you will never give in lightly......
Wu Jie raised his eyebrows.
"Wait!"
"You just said, I don't want to give in...... What do you mean? Could it be that I'm negotiating with the President's Special Envoy?"
Lao Tan nodded again and again: "That's right! On the side of the US imperialists, they want to negotiate with you separately by naming and naming your name!"
"That's why I'm just here tonight to remind you that you must be careful of their sugar-coated shells, don't be easily fooled!"
The corners of Wu Jie's lips twitched slightly.
Nima!
The special envoy of the president talks to his brother!
If this had been put aside, I wouldn't have dreamed of it at night!
......
Three o'clock in the morning.
Old Tan left satisfied.
Wu Jie hurriedly washed and lay down, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning on the bed.
O world hegemon!
O American Emperor!
It has the strongest military force in the world.
Eleven aircraft carrier battle groups, a large number of military bases distributed around the globe, various stealth fighter-bombers......
In many fields such as science and technology, economy, and military, US imperialism is the world's top power.
The annual military budget is as high as hundreds of billions of dollars!
Negotiate with their presidential envoys......
This is obviously more exciting and reverie than negotiating with the three hooligans.
In my mind, I keep thinking of all kinds of negotiation scenarios.
Imagine what the other party will say, and whether they will follow the old routine of coercion and temptation......
I don't know when I'm asleep.
......
Early morning.
Wu Jie was sleeping in a daze, and there was the sound of neat footsteps in the courtyard.
It is also accompanied by the sound of passwords such as 'stand upright, take a break'.
Because no one knocked on the door to remind him to get up, Wu Jie didn't bother to go to the windowsill to watch the excitement.
The presidential envoy of the US imperialists is coming, and it is estimated that they will send more elite troops to strengthen the security of the state guesthouse!
Turn over and go back to sleep!
I slept well this time.
When the doorbell rang, Wu Jie woke up and found that it was almost ten o'clock.
Open the door and ask the waiter to bring breakfast.
Wu Jie finished washing, ate early and came to the window.
I saw that in the parking area next to the small courtyard, several Cadillac cars were parked.
All of them are tough and domineering, the body is wide and lengthy, and it is estimated that they are all bulletproof versions.
Each car has black license plates, and the flags of both countries are flown on either side of the front.
In addition, there are several typical American men, standing tall and majestic in the pergola.
Some were carrying black suitcases, and some were wearing suits.
On such a hot day, I didn't take off my blazer, and it seemed that there were a lot of things in the suit.
Wu Jie remembers watching the decryption video before.
Some people say that those black suitcases contain weapons, ammunition, and emergency medical supplies.
It was also said that inside was a lockbox that could remotely control nuclear weapons.
But in fact, only the box carried by the president's entourage when he travels is likely to be a nuclear weapons lockbox.
Other times, the black suitcases of these bodyguards can be opened with the touch of a button and quickly unfold to form a huge shield.
Made from Kelarf fiber, thick enough to withstand assault rifle strafing and grenade explosion fragments......
While drinking morning tea, I watched these elite bodyguards of the American imperialists.
It's so strong!
All of them are powerful and sharp-eyed.
It was as if even a cheetah rushed at them, and they could kill them with one punch.
Tuk tuk!
There was a knock on the door, and the liaison officer arrived.
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