This is an extremely ordinary office, the walls are very elegant, one meter and two meters above the ground are painted with pale green paint, and above there are white painted walls. A topographical map of the world hangs from the main wall, and the side windows are open, and the pale blue curtains sway in the breeze.

The desk is a typical Soviet and Russian style, made of yellow walnut, and the style is ordinary, which is also the style of Chinese institutions in the 80s of the last century. On the table is a desk calendar, with three telephones placed side by side, one red, one green, and one yellow. Others include inkwells, pen holders, stainless steel mugs, and a closed paper notebook. There is no trace of a computer in sight, and there is no high-tech display.

Aidil felt that the sofa he was sitting on was not comfortable, because it did not have any comfortable leather cushions, but a simple wooden horizontal chair, which the Chinese call the Spring and Autumn Chair. It doesn't look new, but it looks like it's been used for a while.

He shifted his posture and saw that behind the desk was a mixing cabinet with tea cans and coffee boxes in the left half. The other half of the right half stuffed some books, his eyes were not good, but he could barely see that there were Chinese block characters on it, as well as English books, Russian books, and a thick Afghan script "Pashtun National Customs".

Seeing this book, Adil couldn't help but stand up and walk to the shelf, pulled the book out, and sure enough. It's Kyarudin. Hardum's work is his favorite collection of essays.

The book is not a translation book, the pages are pale yellow, and the publication date is turned over. Published in the 60's during the king's time, this kind of book is now very precious because of the decades after the Soviet invasion, the civil war and the entry of the American army. Most of it was lost.

"It's rare, isn't it?" Edil suddenly heard someone talking behind him, and turned his head to look. A typical Asian man stands at the entrance of the room. The man slammed the door shut. Gently stroking his chin, he looked himself up and down.

"Hmm. Yes. Aidil felt very embarrassed, feeling that his behavior was inappropriate, and just wanted to put the book back, he suddenly froze, turned his face and asked, "Do you know Pashto?" ”

"Yes, I learned a little. Of course, the grasp is average, but the basic meaning can still be clearly expressed." Dang Weimin took the book handed by Aidil and flipped through it. Close the book and signal the guests to sit back in the spring and autumn chairs.

Hearing these words, Adil was a little unsettled, Pashto is not a big language, and it is rare to hear that anyone understands this language. So he pondered his words and said, "Are you a Harraza?" (Note: The Haraza are descendants of the Mongols, live in Afghanistan, and practice Shia theory)

"No, it's not. Although the history of science refers to Asians as, my ethnic group is very different from that of Mongols. "The party snapped its fingers for the people. A bar pops out of the white wall. He took a cup and gestured, "What drink?" Coffee? Tea or milk? ”

Aidil was taken aback by the sudden appearance of the device, why hadn't he noticed it before?

"Doesn't matter? Whatever. ”

"Whatever? Don't be so polite, they are all guests who come to me. The party smiled for the people. Turning into his wrist, he said, "Bring the tea stove." ”

Soon, a woman in military uniform walked in with a copper stove, placed the charcoal heating stove on the coffee table, and exited the room. This copper furnace is round in shape. It is exactly what is commonly used by the Afghan people. Edil stared blankly at the young man, expertly mixing the viscous milk with the thick tea with a spoon. Then I took the salt box and added the salt powder.

When I saw the other person pour two cups of tea and hand one to myself. Hurriedly took it and drank it respectfully. Then the second cup, and the third cup............

Dang Weimin looked at Aidil who was a little shocked, and was very satisfied in his heart. This is the Afghan etiquette I have learned, the most common "seedless grape milk tea". And according to Pashtun etiquette, three glasses are toasted to the guests first.

"If it weren't for your looks, I would have considered you one of us." Adil said with a wry smile, the other party's fluency in the local language and familiarity with the local customs of Afghanistan are too similar to a native of his own nationality.

"This is the highest reward I can give to learning about your culture." Dang Weimin laughed and said with interest: "You are MSL, don't you have a taboo with me?" ”

The son of the former general grinned: "I have long been gone, in my heart, red thought is my faith." ”

"Really?" The party drank tea quietly for the people, it is true that this person is not religious, but the red thought may not be his guiding soul, otherwise in the past two years, what is the matter of hiding at home and worshipping five times a day?

"It's a pity that the red ideology couldn't save Najibullah, and when the republic (referring to the Najibullah regime) fell, there didn't seem to be a few determined elements." The party knows for the people that this Afghan is full of nostalgia for the past days, and the so-called red is just a tool to rely on.

Adil didn't like it, but he was speechless, because Najibullah's regime collapsed so quickly, and there was no doubt that the change of heart was the main reason.

"What shall I call you? Are you a GCZY person? ”

Dang Weimin drew a cross on his chest, seemingly a little reverent, "No, I am a member of the Protestant Church. ”

"Oh? It's weird, I thought GCD was all atheists. "Adil knows that the Chinese have no faith, and the vast majority of people do not believe in anything.

"Many of the Catholic priests in South America are GC ists, also known as 'red priests,' and it is common truth to establish a terrestrial nation made of justice, fairness, and sanctity." The party poured another cup of tea for the other party, "As long as this goal can be achieved, some forces are still worth learning from." ”

Borrowing someone else's power? It's like Karzai putting his arms around the thighs of the Americans and not letting go? What's the difference between that and a puppet? Edil complained secretly, it turns out that this person is not that kind of pure GCD person. Thank the Lord that this is the basis for cooperation between the two sides.

Dang Weimin seemed to know his thoughts, "I read the letter of cooperation you sent me, and to be honest, I think it's too broad. ”

The day before, he had written down some of his ideas and ideas and handed them over to the leaders of the organization in advance. Adil really didn't think that the leader of this organization was actually a Chinese.

After hearing this, he also blushed a little, his report was indeed empty. The whole article is about his own great plan and the money and things he needs, but he skips directly to his promises. This report, even when I was studying in England, the business report I wrote could not be compared, it was a castle in the air, a plan of a white wolf with empty gloves.

The party knows for the people that according to the idea of this Afghan, he is treated as a modern-day Bethune who does not take repayment. According to his plan, he has to train 1-20,000 troops for others, and provide about 1-300 million US dollars in financial aid!

What's the payoff? After the re-establishment of power in Afghanistan, "sincere thanks! Is this sentence worth a dime?

"And what do you mean?" Aidil knew it was time to bargain.

"In the future, just call me by my Christian name, Solomon, um" Dang Weimin took out the name of the church that he mixed with to eat and drink in the past, which happened to be a pseudonym.

"Solomon? Well, I'll call you Suleiman in the future. Edil switched the name David to an ISL-style name, "It's a common name for us. ”

"Suleiman?" Dang Weimin thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. If you want to enter the country of Afghanistan in the future, there is an MSL type name that can really hide people's ears.

"There are two paths for you to choose from. First, I'll give you an annual bonus of $10 million to train an army of about 500 people. In return, you have to make it easier for our people in the country, and we want to do a little business with you. ”

Only 500 people? This bit of people and money can be mixed with a small warlord, Edil calculated, this little power really can't raise the red flag, otherwise it will attract encirclement and suppression from all directions.

"What about the second one?"

Dang Weimin put down his teacup, crossed his hands on his knees, and stared condescendingly at the Afghan. "On the second path, I will train you an army of 60,000 people, and provide 400 tanks and more than 1,000 armored vehicles, as well as more than 100 helicopters and jet attack aircraft. Every year, you get more than $1 billion in material support from me! ”

Yes! Aidiel's eyes suddenly straightened, this kind of support force is not to say that it is not a matter of separating one side, I am afraid that it is not a problem to seize the entire power. The next words made my heart beat wildly.

"This is only the first phase of support, after which we will depend on the actual situation until the occupation of the country. We will provide all the money during the period! ”

Edil had a fantasy in front of him, and in front of him were fields of poppies, like images everywhere planted in his own country. Beautiful and full of temptation, although he does not understand the ancient Chinese saying of drinking water to quench his thirst, but the meaning is clear.

"How can I get it?" He was sweating profusely, sweat running down his neck.

Dang Weimin gestured to the writing desk in the back, and suddenly a 70-inch transparent LCD screen popped up on the desktop, showing a map of Afghanistan.

"We will lead this battlefield of the independence and liberation of the Afghan people, and you and your men will be part of this great cause!"

Ardil sat on the Spring and Autumn chair and was speechless for a long time. He came here to ask for help, not to become a vassal of another organization. Otherwise, why would the Najibullah regime cross over? If he becomes the branch of this organization in Afghanistan, he will become an enemy of the world.

Needless to say, how many extremist religious elements will support him within the Pashtuns? And what will those Tajiks of the Northern Alliance think?

Abroad, NATO, led by the United States, will let itself go? Osama bin Laden has no formidable force, but is just a group of worldwide bandits who will lead the Americans to retaliate on a global scale. And they are going to engage in a new red state! Even if it is nominally, the 50,000 NATO troops stationed in Afghanistan will destroy them at any time. (To be continued......)