The unparalleled talent of the country started from Harbin Institute of Technology

Late May 1995, Tanzania, Africa.

"This place has already been bought."

Wang Jianchao listened to his subordinate's report and nodded with great interest.

At this moment, he felt none of the panic he had felt when he was being followed; all he felt was excitement.

He has already bought a large tract of land in Tanzania.

He wants to build a large Siberian tiger wildlife park here.

We'll fence off this area then.

Let the Siberian tiger stay here.

As long as there is enough prey, Siberian tigers can certainly live quite comfortably here.

Even if a lion comes, it won't make a difference, because a lion certainly can't beat a Siberian tiger.

As we all know, the Siberian tiger is a near-perfect creature on Earth, and the South China tiger is nothing compared to it.

Siberian tigers are too big, while South China tigers are rather small and delicate.

Climate has a very significant impact on living organisms.

I wonder if the Siberian tiger will also become smaller after decades or centuries of inheritance on the African continent?
Because genes change gradually according to the environment.

But those are things for the future, and have nothing to do with Wang Jianchao.

What he needs are tiger bones and penises from Siberian tigers, and owning such a wildlife park allows him to hunt here anytime, anywhere.

This is his territory, so he naturally doesn't need to worry about being followed or anything like that.

Simply accomplishing multiple things with one stone.

Cool!
Ding Ding!

The phone rang. Wang Jianchao took out his phone and looked at it. Hmm?
"Uncle Jiu, what's wrong?"

"The person following you earlier was an FBI agent. It's been confirmed that it was because of the five KGB traitors you killed in the Siberian rainforest, which were uncovered by a multi-talented spy."

Swish!
Wang Jianchao immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He finally understood why his ninth uncle had called him personally.

Just like when his ninth uncle scolded him last time, he didn't even know how to destroy evidence.

This time he's really in trouble, and he's the one who's gotten himself into trouble.

"Wang Jianchao, now you know how stupid you've been, don't you?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Duoyu, sitting in the study of the villa, spoke very sternly.

This nephew has become a bit too arrogant.

He acted without considering the consequences, just messing around like that. Now he's finally attracted the attention of the FBI, hasn't he?
"Uncle Jiu, what should I do now? Could the FBI already know my true identity?"

"idiot!"

Wang Duoyu said with a disappointed expression:
"You're panicking now? Where were you before? Do you even know how important your identity is? It's okay if you die, but the problem is don't harm others."

"I'm fine. I stay in China and rarely go abroad, but Bao Yin, Mei Li, and Mei He travel abroad frequently, some even staying overseas year-round. If you implicate them, even if you're torn to pieces, you still won't be able to compensate them."

In Tanzania, on the vast East African savanna, Wang Jianchao felt no joy, only deep fear and regret.

"Uncle Jiu, I was wrong."

"No, no, no, Wang Jianchao, you did nothing wrong!" Wang Duoyu wasn't going to let him off so easily, and continued to press his advantage:

"You're a genius, a powerful figure in the business world. You have a Hong Kong and Taiwan superstar on your left arm, a glamorous Hollywood actress on your right, and a world-renowned supermodel behind you."

"You're amazing! Nobody in the world is as incredible as you. You're the coolest, and you're incredibly wealthy."

"I've been advising you to be careful, but you just ignore my words and throw them aside."

"If something happens, just come to me crying and saying, 'I was wrong.'"

"Hmph, you're not wrong, you're not wrong at all. You, Chairman Wang, are very capable."

All that could be heard on the other end of the phone was Wang Jianchao's sobbing.

She cried like a child.

Not far away, bodyguards, assistants, zoo managers, and others stood warily watching their surroundings, all exchanging bewildered glances.

At that moment, they wished they were deaf and blind, so they wouldn't know that their boss was crying so bitterly.

After venting his frustrations, Wang Duoyu finally said:
"Get back to New York right now, reflect on your actions, and talk to Bao Yin and the others to clean up this mess."

“If you’re this careless again, I’ll send you back to your old home in Dahonggou Village. You can hunt every day there. I guarantee you’ll be terrified of guns.”

Upon hearing this punishment, Wang Jianchao shuddered.

He had absolutely no doubt about whether his ninth uncle could do it.

Because Zheng Baoyin, Wang Meili, and Xue Lisheng will definitely find him and personally bring him back to China.

Once he returns to China, he can forget about having a good life.

Wang Jianchao would naturally not want to go back to the life before 1982.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

After hanging up the phone, Wang Duoyu sneered and casually put the phone aside.

If your nephew is disobedient, you should scare him a bit.

The fact that FBI agents were following Wang Jianchao did indeed leave Wang Duoyu somewhat helpless.

Because things have come to this point, it has become much more difficult to hide certain things.

Killing the agents directly is certainly not a fundamental solution.

Instead, we should address the issue from top to bottom, resolving the problems of all those involved in the inside story at once.

Furthermore, it cannot be delayed for too long; otherwise, the more people who find out, the more trouble it will be to deal with later.

However, Wang Duoyu had a lot of work to do, so he naturally didn't pay much attention to this matter.

The technical blueprints for the Tu-160 bomber's aircraft engine have been delivered to Harbin. He took a copy to look at, and he wanted the original Russian version.

He was already fluent in Russian, a language that is not as complicated as Chinese.

With his brain, learning a language would be a very simple thing for him.

Since 1978, Harbin has attracted many scientists from all over the world.

Leaving aside the top mathematics researchers at the Harbin Institute of Advanced Studies, the scientists who came from Moscow a few years ago have already filled twelve residential compounds.

These experts are a powerful force in the research and development of technology for the Want Want Group.

For example, this time, the blueprints for the Tu-160 bomber's aero-engines will inevitably require some Moscow experts and technicians to join the research and development team.

Back in 1990, with the cooperation of the Magic Research Institute, Nikolai, Viktor Oleg, Alexandrov and others were abducted from Moscow.

They were all aviation experts from the Moscow Sukhoi Design Bureau or the Antonov Design Bureau.

Therefore, it is only natural that they would now join the research and development project of the Tu-160 engine drawings.

"Well, based on this situation, it should take about three months to go through all these drawings." After a week, Wang Duoyu finally finished reviewing all the drawings and gave his evaluation.

When he said "once over," he was referring to Alexandrov and other Moscow aviation experts, not himself.

The Tu-160 engine incorporates many advanced technologies, such as an afterburner, three-rotor technology, and blade design.

All of these technologies represent the pinnacle of what humanity currently knows, at least in the field of strategic bombers, specifically in the realm of aero engines.

This is the other extreme compared to the Dragon Roar stealth fighter developed by Wang Duoyu and his team.

After putting the documents aside, Wang Duoyu pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered something.

I picked up the phone and called Shing-Tung Yau.

"Old Qiu, do me a favor."

A few minutes later, Wang Duoyu hung up the phone and then called Lu Genrong in Beijing.

"Boss, I'd like to ask, are the Russian oil companies still bringing up the oil pipeline issue?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Genrong's eyes lit up immediately:
"Duoyu, do you have a solution?"

The current situation is that, due to American interference, Yeltsin had to personally persuade Russian oil companies to abandon the idea of ​​laying pipelines.

Pipeline laying projects are not a simple matter.

The investment alone is enormous, and it is very important to determine who will provide the funds and how the two parties should sign a cooperation agreement.

According to the original timeline, the plan was only launched in 2004.

This is enough to show that Yeltsin is a complete scoundrel.

No, to be precise, the other party is biased towards the West.

Perhaps deep down, they also harbored fear and jealousy towards a certain major power in the Far East.

In short, Yeltsin's feelings were quite complicated; he was ambitious and even wanted to become a figure like Stalin.

But he lacked the corresponding strength.

He could only win over oligarchs like Khodorkovsky, rather than forcefully suppress them.

After a few years, he will be exhausted and hand over the reins to Vladimirovich.

Yes, that's the person who successfully cornered Semenov a while ago.

However, Vladimirovich has now left the KGB and gone to St. Petersburg to become the deputy mayor.

He is quite different from the original timeline.

But one thing they had in common was that he rescued Sobchak and used his personal connections and intelligence within the KGB to help Sobchak stabilize the situation in Leningrad.

It can be said that he made a great contribution.

Whether Yeltsin will be lucky enough to encounter him again is hard to say.

Only Vladimir Vladimirovich possessed the true vision and courage to push for and facilitate the Siberian pipeline connecting to a major power in the Far East.

Yeltsin was no good.

"Boss, what can I do? I'm just asking."

Wang Duoyu wasn't without options, but the timing wasn't right yet.

George Herbert was still in office, and it would be appropriate to move forward with the pipeline project at the end of 1997 or the beginning of 1998.

Because by then, George Herbert would be retiring after achieving his goals and would certainly not pay much attention to the Far East.

On the other hand, by that point in time, Yeltsin was probably already nearing his breaking point.

After all, Yeltsin was born in 1931. Shortly after his birth, when he was being baptized in a local Orthodox church, a priest, in a drunken state, baptized him and immersed him in the water without taking him out, almost drowning him.

In his middle age, Yeltsin's health deteriorated rapidly, and heart disease tormented him to the point of near death.

Especially now that I've become the person in charge, my life has become even more of a mess.

The mountain of work left him even more exhausted.

On one hand, there was an inflated ambition, and on the other hand, there was the torment of physical illness.

Therefore, by the end of 1997, Yeltsin must have had the idea of ​​withdrawing.

At that time, it would be a natural step to arrange for oil companies to promote the smooth implementation of pipeline projects.

Wang Duoyu is asking about this now simply to find out some details to support his ideas.

Judging from Lu Genrong's answer, his guess was correct.

"If that's the case, then things will be much easier."

Thinking of this, Wang Duoyu said to Lu Genrong:

"Boss, I don't have any solutions right now, but I have a suggestion that you might want to consider."

The latter urged him repeatedly to tell him what his suggestion was.

Ten minutes later, the call ended, and Wang Duoyu nodded in satisfaction.

After taking care of these small matters, he can then focus on the things he enjoys.

But not long after, he received a text message on his phone, which he simply didn't read.

He didn't see the text message until dinner time.

Wiles sent me a message asking about follow-up proof papers for the Riemann Hypothesis.

Last October, he handed over the third proof of the Riemann Hypothesis to Wiles.

The latter quickly convened a group of bigwigs from the Harbin Institute of Advanced Studies to conduct a review.

And this paper was published in November.

It's already May 1995, and June is just around the corner.

Based on Wang Duoyu's habits and abilities, Wiles and his team should have produced their fourth paper by now, right?

By now, Wiles and his colleagues can basically conclude that the Riemann Hypothesis will most likely consist of five papers, and no more.

Many top mathematicians have tried their best to prove the Riemann Hypothesis, a top-level mathematical problem, but no one has been able to solve it.

There are many intelligent people in the world, but top mathematicians with the most advanced mathematical intuition are few and far between.

Over the years, only Wang Duoyu has been able to prove the Riemann Hypothesis.

Wang Duoyu didn't reply to Wiles immediately because Wang Yifei came to call him for dinner.

"White tofu, you're here too? Quickly call out to Dad."

He picked up the little guy and teased him as he spoke.

One-and-a-half-year-old Bai Doufu can already walk, but she is not very steady and still needs her older brother and sister to watch over her.

"father!"

Wang Yifei, feeling ignored, looked somewhat helpless.

Seeing that her father was still interacting with her younger sister, she couldn't help but say in a sweet voice:
"Dad, am I still your dearest daughter?"

"No, I picked you up from a garbage dump."

"Hmph, Dad, you're lying. I'm not a child anymore. I was born from Mom."

"Okay, then go ask your mother and see if what I said is right?"

The father and his two daughters returned to the villa next door, and Wang Yifei immediately posed the question to her mother.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli chuckled and said:

“Your father is right, you are not our biological child. You were a gift from someone else when I topped up my phone credit.”

Haha!

Wang Yifei, feeling bullied, huffed angrily and ignored them.

She said she was angry, but she wasn't really angry at all.

She's already eight years old; in three months, it will be her eighth birthday.

She's already so old; she understands many things long ago.

At dinner time, CCTV was broadcasting the evening news program. Wang Junkang, the third son, was watching the news when he suddenly asked:
"Dad, the National Science and Technology Conference is being held in Beijing right now. Why didn't you go to attend?"

Before Wang Duoyu could explain, his eldest son spoke up:

"Wang Junkang, can you think before you ask questions? You make big meetings for small matters and small meetings for big matters. Do you think our father needs to attend these kinds of meetings if he wants to hold a meeting?"

Liu Xiaoli and her daughter Wang Yifei gave a thumbs-up to show their support for Wang Junhong.

Wang Duoyu watched with a smile, not interfering in the conversation between the two brothers.

In fact, he stopped participating in such conferences a long time ago.

It's useless except for wasting time.

The truly top scientists are all in classified files, known only to a very few people. How could they possibly appear at such a conference?

For example, scientists like Zhu Guangya and Yu Min had their secrets declassified much later.

Although Wang Duoyu is also a top scientist, his situation is special and cannot be kept completely secret.

"Dad, I want to become a scientist like you when I grow up."

The third brother said with admiration.

He couldn't win the argument with his older brother, so he had to change the subject.

Wang Junhong pursed his lips and didn't continue to argue with him.

But the second son suddenly looked at Wang Yifei:

"Wang Qianqian, what about you? What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I want to be a star."

In an instant, the whole family looked at Wang Yifei, and even Bai Doufu followed suit, looking at her sister with curiosity.

"Why would you want to become a star?" The eldest brother, Wang Junhong, frowned deeply.

Although he also enjoys listening to music and watching movies, he only does it occasionally for entertainment and relaxation; most of the time, he prefers to study mathematics.

In his opinion, his sister's love for listening to music, watching movies, and even following celebrities was nothing unusual.

But wanting to become a star is wrong.

Liu Xiaoli neither supported nor opposed it.

"You're still young, and you don't know what you want in the future, so there's no rush."

"But Mom, I love dancing, and I love performing."

Wang Duoyu suddenly interjected:

"Sissi, do you want to be a singer, or an actress? Or do you want both?"

"Dad, can I have both?"

"Your ambitions are quite high. Have you thought it through?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoli and Wang Junhong suddenly stopped being anxious.

Wang Yifei, however, suddenly hesitated.

Because her father's smile seemed malicious.

But the thought of standing on the stage and becoming the focus of attention for thousands of people makes her very happy.

A love of beauty is a habit she developed from a young age, instilled in her by her mother.

Her idea was also to stand in the spotlight and showcase herself.

Whether it's singing or dancing.

Wang Duoyu didn't really support Wang Yifei entering the entertainment industry.

It's not that he, as a father, couldn't protect her, but he believed the entertainment industry was a corrupting influence. If his daughter turned out to be a heartless person, he would be the one to suffer in the end.

He now has five children: Wang Junhong, Wang Junan, Wang Junkang, Wang Yifei, and Wang Chuyue, and he is already very content.

Logically speaking, children and grandchildren have their own blessings.

But he still hoped that in addition to creating masterpieces, his children, Wang Junhong and his siblings, could also become top figures in their respective fields.

Instead of living a mediocre life.

The desire for one's son to become a dragon and one's daughter to become a phoenix is ​​a common thought after becoming a father.

"Yes, Dad, I've thought it over."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu's smile gradually faded.

He glanced at the television, then looked again at Wang Yifei's small face:

"You don't need to be in such a hurry to tell me what your answer is."

"After dinner, I'll tell you what you'll have to go through if you choose this path. You can make your decision after you hear it, okay?"

"Okay, Dad, I understand."

Only then did Wang Qianqian nod seriously.

She doesn't have much acting skill now, and her singing is even worse.

Wang Duoyu didn't believe she could persevere.

If she really wants to enter the entertainment industry in the future, becoming both a singer and an actress, then she will inevitably need to lay a solid foundation from a young age.

She needs to master everything, from the most basic skills to knowledge of history and geography.

This also means that she will need to learn even more.

That evening, in the living room, the family sat together and began a family meeting regarding Wang Yifei's desire to become a singer and actress.

There will be no mini-class tonight.

"To become a singer, you need to learn singing techniques, play the piano, guitar, etc. To become an actor, you need to master a lot of professional knowledge, such as history and geography."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yifei felt utterly overwhelmed.

"Dad, why do we have to read the Twenty-Four Histories? Can I not read them?"

"Of course not!"

To be honest, as Wang Duoyu's children, if they don't even know history, aren't they illiterate?

In particular, Wang Yifei will be in the spotlight, and the host will ask her a question: Why did you choose to play the role of Mulan?

If Wang Yifei couldn't give a clear answer, or even if her answer was mediocre...

It wasn't just her own face that was lost, but also Wang Duoyu's face.

However, if she really does become a star, Wang Duoyu will definitely make her change her name and choose a stage name to sever ties with him, Wang Duoyu, as much as possible.

However, Wang Duoyu's current strategy is more about using a strategic retreat to see if he can dissuade Wang Yifei from entering the entertainment industry.

After all, no matter how her name is changed, she will always be his daughter.

Outsiders may not know this, but some high-ranking officials definitely do.

Some angry and envious individuals who want to step on Wang Yifei to advance their own careers might even proactively reveal the relationship between Wang Yifei and her father.

They might bring up any dirt on us then.

In short, Wang Duoyu certainly doesn't want such a thing to happen. Otherwise, he would definitely need to take drastic measures, and perhaps the entire internet and entertainment industry would be wiped out at that time.

It's easier to deal with the King of Hell than with his underlings.

"why?"

Wang Yifei, innocent and carefree, was quite puzzled.

"If there were a script today about Mulan, and you were the lead actress, would you know who Mulan is?"

"For example, do you know Mu Guiying?"

The little girl didn't recognize either of the two people her father mentioned.

But to her surprise, her father continued speaking.

"Hua Mulan and Mu Guiying are not real historical figures; they are fictional."

"Historically, there were real female generals such as Qin Liangyu, Princess Pingyang, and Liang Hongyu. Did you know that, Xixi?"

The little guy looked completely bewildered.

At this moment, her older brother suddenly said:
"Dad, my sister can't play these female generals. She's probably just a pretty face, like Diao Chan, Da Qiao, Xiao Qiao, or Wang Zhaojun in history."

Wang Junan also chimed in:
"Big brother is right, but these are all stunning beauties. My sister is a bit chubby, so she'll probably only be able to play Yang Guifei in the future."

puff!

Liu Xiaoli couldn't help but laugh.

But Wang Yifei got impatient and stood up to prove that she wasn't fat.

At such a young age, she already has body image anxiety.

Wang Duoyu found this scene quite amusing.

It's really funny.

"Then I won't be an actor anymore, can I be a singer instead?"

Enraged, Wang Yifei said angrily.

"Sissi, you think you can be a singer? Have you forgotten what I just said?" Wang Duoyu's smile was like that of a big bad wolf luring a child to open the door.
"You not only need to learn musical instruments such as piano and guitar, but also need to practice breathing, singing techniques, and so on."

"To protect your voice, there are many things you can't eat from now on, such as your favorite ice cream."

"In addition, you may need to learn Peking Opera, Cantonese Opera, Huangmei Opera, etc."

what! ! !
Wang Yifei immediately broke down in tears, throwing herself into her mother's arms, unwilling to face reality.

However, Wang Duoyu felt that this was not over yet, so he comforted her and stopped her from crying.

"Sisi, I know your future dreams. Maybe it's because you want to be a singer or an actress now, and you think it's glamorous to appear on TV. But you don't know that one minute on stage requires ten years of hard work off stage!"

"So, Sisi, don't think that what your father is saying is trying to harm you."

"To be honest, if you really make the decision to become a singer or an actor, or even both, then I will absolutely support you."

"Don't rush into a decision, and don't be afraid of becoming a singer or actor. Just think it over carefully and stay true to your own choice."

"Your mother and I have past experience, so we know where the pitfalls are and which way is the right path."

"But these are all in the past. Times change, and people change too."

The reason I'm telling you all this is so you can think it through carefully.

Wang Duoyu spoke at length with great earnestness.

This wasn't just said to Wang Qianqian, but also to Wang Junhong and the other children.

Only Bai Doufu couldn't understand; the other four children all understood.

It's only because Lu Yuening and the others aren't around that they would have been very obedient.

Liu Xiaoli also said with a serious expression:
"Eldest son, you should all listen carefully to your father's words. What you want to do in the future and what path you want to take are your own choices, but you must think carefully before making a choice and not act impulsively."

No matter what decision you make, there may not be a result, or the result may not be what you want, but every decision comes at a price.

The four siblings remained silent, processing their parents' words.

Tonight's family meeting lasted quite a while, but it was more useful than any of our previous mini-lessons.

It seemed that overnight, the children had all grown up quite a bit.

While Wang Yifei was still contemplating whether or not to become a star or actress, it was already June.

Abroad, things were also in turmoil, with even greater upheavals unfolding.

In 1995, the global situation was such that Western hegemony was at its peak in human history.

In the vast desert of Saudi Arabia, there is an oasis city.

Although it is known as an oasis city, there are actually not many oases.

"Father, are we really going to agree to their demands? They're robbers!"

Ziadbakli shouted, his expression full of anger and dissatisfaction.

As a young prince, he will be the heir to the throne.

His father, Muhammad, closed his eyes and remained silent.

Despite possessing immense wealth and enjoying a life of luxury in all aspects, Ziad Buckley and his family are now facing a difficult situation.

Two of the Seven Sisters, Exxon and Mobil, demanded that the Saudi Empire sign an extremely demanding contract.

In fact, the Saudi Empire has already regained a considerable amount of power from the previous three oil crises.

However, oil companies such as Exxon and Mobil have been pressing forward relentlessly since the Gulf War.

They demanded that the Saudi Empire make the decision on their side.

In an effort to force them to make concessions, several more terrorists have recently left their Saudi empire.

The so-called terrorists were actually soldiers under Ziad Bakri's command.

How could these people be terrorists?

It was all just an American conspiracy.

Therefore, young Ziadbakli was very angry.

However, the current situation seems to be beyond his control; aside from backing down, the Saudi Empire is powerless to resist.

Muhammad suddenly opened his eyes:
"Don't talk about this anymore. Instead, tell me about the desert oases on the neighboring Somali peninsula."

Ziad Barkley, though extremely frustrated and angry, had no choice but to obey.

The topic then shifted to the Somali peninsula.

I learned about this from Exxon about two months ago.

After learning that a desert oasis had appeared on the Somali peninsula, Ziad Bakri sent people to the Somali peninsula to inquire about the oasis.

Fortunately, they were not treated as terrorists, but were received very well.

I learned from the conversation that the desert oasis on the Somali peninsula belonged to the warlord Damazin.

Damazin was very rich, and I don't know when or where he started to recruit a group of scientists.

Then they devised a very good set of desert oasis management techniques.

The current results are quite good.

So Ziyad's representative asked if it could be sold?

It was assumed that the Somali warlords, who were penniless, should have agreed.

But Damazin is an exception.

They never agreed to sell; they only talked about cooperation.

The specifics of how to cooperate require further discussion.

Damazin made an outrageous demand, asking for a large tract of desert land in the Saudi Empire to be completely outsourced to him.

In ten or twenty years, he will return an oasis to the Saudi Empire.

Of course, money will definitely be paid, in tiered payments.

Therefore, it is impossible for the Saudi Empire to obtain Tadamah's desert oasis management technology for free.

However, Ziad's subordinates were naturally unhappy with such a contract.

However, they still returned to report to Ziad and waited for the prince to make a decision.

After listening, Muhammad said:

"You must have your own ideas, right? Then tell me."

"Father, I want to take it!"

Ziyad said viciously:
"First of all, the Somali peninsula is a chaotic place with no order whatsoever. How can they possibly talk to us about a contract now?"

"It's ridiculous, utterly stupid!"

"So even if we break the contract, they won't dare to say anything."

"Secondly, didn't the Americans say that our Arabian desert is full of terrorists? That's perfect, we can use that identity to launch a surprise attack on Damazin and his men."

"Once we get our hands on Damazin, we can not only recruit a group of researchers capable of combating desertification, but also give the Americans a good slap in the face."

Two years ago, the shadow of the Americans fell on the Somali peninsula.

At the time, he lost face and was ridiculed by many people.

If the soldiers from their Saudi Empire could teach Damazin a lesson heaped upon them, that would be wonderful.

"Are you finished?" Muhammad asked expressionlessly.

Ziadbakli nodded excitedly, but the next moment he was met with a barrage of scolding from his father:
"idiot!"

"Others have labeled you a terrorist, and instead of taking it off voluntarily, you've chosen to wear it yourself? Isn't that foolish?"

"Also, you don't think that warlords like Damazin are weaklings who can be beaten and killed at will, do you?"

"There's been fighting on the Somali peninsula every day since 1992, and it hasn't stopped."

"Besides, they were pirates before, you could say the whole nation is a soldier, they have a wealth of combat experience. You say your bunch of pampered soldiers are so powerful? You think you can wipe out Damazin? Don't you even consider whether you have the ability?"

There's no problem with engaging in lofty discussions.

But Ziad Barkley is clearly just a theorist.

I don't know who among his subordinates misled him.

They mistakenly believed that his men could defeat Damajin.

How interesting!
Muhammad was furious. His successor was so difficult to discipline.

Children's education is a global challenge.

There are always some foolish heirs who manage to drive their fathers to their deaths.

There are also very powerful heirs who threaten the old father's position every day, and they wish the old father would die soon so that they can take over and control everything in the family.

Ugh!
Zydbakli, completely bewildered by the scolding, didn't react for a long time.

He simply couldn't understand why his father would scold him like that.
Moreover, he did not believe that these Somali warlords, such as Damazin, had much fighting power.

Because the soldiers under his command were all fearless warriors, and they also possessed very powerful equipment.

In comparison, the guns carried by the warlord soldiers on the Somali peninsula were generally of very low quality, not to mention anything else.

Therefore, Ziad did not believe that his men could not defeat Damazin.

"You don't need to worry about the technology for managing desert oases in the Somali Peninsula; I'll leave that to Salai."

"Go back and read more books and study more. What are you standing there for?"

Ziyad was completely bewildered.

He never expected his father to suddenly become so cold. Why?
It's that bastard Salaihat again!!!
Two days later, Salaihaitam arrived in the small town of Berbera on the Somali peninsula and met Damazin.

"Oh, I've been waiting for over half a month. You guys are really not being friendly, dragging your feet. Looks like you don't want to sign a contract with us?"

As soon as Salaihaitam arrived, Damazin spoke condescendingly.

Clearly, the Somali warlord was very unhappy.

"God above, Your Excellency General Damazin, we did not do it intentionally. This matter is of great importance, and we need time to discuss and consider your plan."

A little flattery made Damajin laugh; Salaihaitam was clearly a good conversationalist.

The two sides then got down to business and began negotiations.

However, Salaihatam was not one to be trifled with, and naturally he would not agree to such outrageous conditions.

However, it's definitely not feasible to let Damazin sell the technology directly.

What price can you get for a one-size-fits-all deal?

Only through steady, long-term transactions can one generate a continuous stream of income.

Clearly, Damazin has a master mentor behind him.

More than two hours later, Salaihaitam voluntarily suspended the negotiations, saying that we all need time to calm down.

Otherwise, I might flip the table right now.

However, Damazin said he didn't like this kind of negotiation and wouldn't come again next time.

This completely baffled Salaihatam.

So the matter was temporarily put on hold.

Less than two days later, another warlord on the Somali peninsula, Bodelai, immediately began his attack on Damazin with new equipment.

Muhammad personally issued the order to have someone contact Bodela directly.

They reached an agreement with Bodele: the Saudi Empire would provide food and money, and once Damazin was killed, the Saudi Empire would only need the scientists, and everything else would belong to Bodele.

The decision was made in just two days.

It is obvious that Muhammad had already 'hooked up' with Bodela before Salahitham set off, otherwise he wouldn't have been so efficient.

It was only then that Ziadbakli realized how brilliant his father had been.

The tactic of using one wolf to devour another is absolutely brilliant.

All the Saudi Empire had to give was some money and supplies.

That's incredibly insidious.

Damazin was unaware of this at the time, but he was puzzled by Bodelai's sudden possession of a lot of advanced weaponry.

So they quickly called for reinforcements.

He has the Want Want Group behind him, although he may not know that he is part of that powerful group.

But he can notify Pei Xiaojun.

Upon learning of this, the latter immediately dispatched people to investigate.

Pei Xiaojun immediately guessed that this was most likely the work of the CIA or the KGB.

Little did they know that all of this was merely a scheme by the cunning old man, Muhammad.

Mohammed himself had guessed that this was probably a scheme by ExxonMobil.

Even knowing this, Muhammad had no choice but to willingly comply with the other party's scheme.

Because Damazin does indeed possess what their Saudi Empire desires. (End of Chapter)