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Chapter 204 Testing the Waters! (Third Update!)

Sayed wanted to laugh at this presumptuous behavior, but he couldn't bring himself to do so.

Because that's what Arabs are like.

While promoting Pan-Arabism, it also wants to be the big brother of various Arab countries. It wants both, but it lacks the ability of Nasser, so it can only become a laughing stock.

Of course, Colonel Gaddafi, who sent out this message, is an even bigger joke.

If he had the guts to confront America head-on, I could support him in becoming the leader of the Arab world, but the problem is he doesn't.

Putting all that intelligence aside, Saeed turned to Musa, who had been standing beside him for a long time, and asked:

"How have things been handled over the past two days?"

Musa knew exactly what Saeed was asking: the whereabouts of those who had worked with America.

But this was a bit too bloody to talk about directly, so he just nodded slightly and didn't respond.

Having received a nod of approval, Said breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to look at the intelligence in his hand. As he looked, he suddenly felt inexplicably irritated.

Feeling agitated, he threw the intelligence report in his hand to the ground and then jumped up and stomped on it.

Saeed's sudden outburst startled Musa, who stood by, unsure of what to say.

After waiting a while, until the man in front of him had calmed down a bit, Musa asked softly, "Is something wrong?"

“Nothing’s wrong.” Said shook his head, kicked the intelligence report on the ground aside, then turned and walked to the window. Standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, he stared blankly at the city outside.

After staring blankly for two or three minutes, he finally turned to look at Musa:
"The Americans launched missiles over our land, but we didn't know they had launched them until they were gliding over our heads toward Syria."

"do you know?"

"This feeling is extremely unpleasant."

"If they dared to launch missiles from Saudi territory to attack Syria this time, what about next time? Will they just shoot missiles at us?"

"If the Americans suddenly launch these missiles and try to hit us, do we have the ability to retaliate?"

One question after another left Musa bewildered, and he began to seriously consider what Saeed had said.

We are starting to seriously consider what would happen if the Americans really broke off relations, disregarded their own interests, and wanted to completely destroy Saudi Arabia.

Can they withstand it?
As he pondered this, he became completely absorbed.

After saying a few words, Sayed realized that Musa behind him didn't seem to have heard him clearly, so he simply stopped rambling and turned around to pick up the intelligence report from the ground and read it over again from beginning to end.

After reading it, he threw the intelligence on the ground and stomped on it.

Just as he was about to stomp a second time, Saller walked into the room with a sullen face.

Seeing his older brother's actions, he blinked and asked:

"This is?"

"Nothing, just a little annoyed." Said stomped on the intelligence report twice more, turned back to the sofa, sat down, picked up the fermented grape juice on the table, took a sip, and tilted his head back to ask Sale:

You don't seem to be in a good mood. Is something wrong?

Sall nodded, walked past Musa, sat down on the sofa next to Saeed, poured himself a glass of fermented grape juice, drank it in one gulp, and then explained with a serious face:
"Reliable sources say that our people around Sadr said he received a phone call before the attack on Syria."

"The phone call mentioned Syria, and it also seemed to mention something about evacuating people."

"The people we placed were too far away to hear the specifics clearly."

"So I now suspect that Sadr has sided with America."

"As for those other random things, they were actually given to us by the Americans."

"Otherwise, there's no way to explain it."

"Given the Chinese character, if they could let outsiders hear even a whisper of those outrageous things, it would be a sign of their incompetence."

This novel perspective made Sayyid want to refute it, but he couldn't.

It sounds absurd, but that's how absurd reality is.

Novels need logic, and they need to connect the causes and consequences of the characters' backstories, but reality does not need logic.

Perhaps Saller is right.

After a brief silence, Sayyid looked up at Sal:

"You need to figure out a way to get information about that Chinese man out of Little Sader, and then have someone go to China to see if there is such a person and if they have these things."

"If what Sadr said is true, then it is very likely another card that the Chinese are playing."

"They also keenly sensed the changes in the world, but for their own reasons, they could not personally take off their gloves and step into the fray, so they could only choose a more tactful way to let others step in."

Sayed's idea made Saller nod repeatedly, but that was all he did.

There are no more than four people in the entire Saudi Arabia who know about that Chinese man, and they are the four of them.

The problem is that all four of them are high-ranking officials in Saudi Arabia, and they have to go through the formal visit procedures when visiting any country.

A formal visit process means that a large group of people are following you. Without a reason, it is impossible to verify whether what Sadr said is true, let alone seek confirmation.

But if we send someone else, there's a risk of leaking information.

If things are really as I suspect, and there are no Chinese people involved at all, and it was all an American affair orchestrated by Sadr from beginning to end, then everything is fine.

But if there really is such a Chinese person.

If you rashly try to probe, you are very likely to anger the other party and thus cause collateral damage.

No matter how you do it, it's a troublesome matter.

As his brother from the same mother, Said easily sensed Sal's thoughts. He waved his hand and gently comforted him:

"Given the nature of the Chinese people, if there really is such a Chinese person, representing the people behind him, handling these matters in the dark."

"Even if we probe the other side, as long as we don't touch their core interests or disrupt their operations, they shouldn't take it to heart."

"Moreover, we must learn to use our strengths."

What do we have?

"We have money!"

"I don't believe that after we've poured tens or hundreds of billions of dollars into this, he'll still turn against me!"

When talking about tens or hundreds of billions of dollars, Saeed became exceptionally generous, even straightening his back considerably.

With his older brother's encouragement, Saller snapped out of his rut ​​and began to think about who would be the most suitable candidate.

However, before he could even suggest a candidate, Sayyid preemptively shared his thoughts:
"I heard that the UAE is planning to hold an additional Abu Dhabi International Defence Exhibition in early April. They will definitely invite people to participate in the international defense exhibition."

"We just need to use a little trick to get that person from China and his company on the invitation list."

"The companies that are invited to participate in the Abu Dhabi International Defence Exhibition are all established giants. The sudden appearance of a company with a different name will definitely attract the attention of those who are interested."

"By then, they will definitely investigate this company."

"And we just need to wait behind them, wait for them to figure things out, then we can follow them and find out what's going on." "And as long as we keep our mouths shut, no one will know any of this."

Sall could only wholeheartedly agree with Saeed's approach.

As things stand, there is no better way.

Even if the final list is not finalized, as long as it is leaked even slightly, it will attract the attention of those who are interested.

At that time, someone will naturally investigate.

Saller poured himself a glass of fermented grape juice, drank it down in one gulp, then tossed the glass aside, dusted himself off, and got up.

"I'll make the arrangements right away and try to get the news out as soon as possible."

As they passed Musa, they noticed the man was still lost in thought, so Salle tapped him on the head and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Musa snapped out of his reverie, looked at the two of them, and answered very seriously:
"The material that Sadr and his men obtained is very powerful when detonated. Could we replace all the warheads on our missiles?"

This question made Salle, who was about to leave, retract his foot, and made Said, who was preparing to give up, sit up straight again.

The two looked at each other and saw a glimmer of hope in each other's eyes.

Previously, we were blind to our own shortcomings and didn't notice this problem.

Now, if we can really get enough materials, we can completely replace the warheads of the missiles we have.

At that time, its power will be doubled.

Therefore, this probing needs to be expedited.

Saeed nodded to Sal, who, receiving the signal, immediately turned and left.

Saeed looked at Musa, who was still standing there, and said softly:

"When you get back, make it clear to the engineers who are helping us maintain the equipment that we might use missiles, and that they will have to work hard during this time."

"Give them more money later, and get back to work."

"Alright!" Musa replied, turning and leaving with the order.

After sitting in the room for a while, Said also got up and walked out of the room. His personal butler immediately came to greet him:
"Your Majesty, where are we going?"

Stepping into the sunlight, Sayed raised his head and looked directly at the sun in the sky.

In early March, the sun on the Arabian Peninsula was not yet scorching, and the temperature remained quite pleasant.

After looking at the sun for two seconds, he couldn't help but raise his hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight.

After enjoying the warmth of the sun for a while, he gave instructions to the butler without turning his head:
"Help me contact the Chinese embassy. I have some collaborations with them and would like to discuss them."

"It will take about an hour."

The housekeeper noted down the time, then turned to arrange the venue and security.

An hour later, Wang Yajie, dressed in a formal suit and looking completely bewildered, followed Sai's butler into Sai's private meeting room.

As the Chinese man walked towards him, Saeed pointed to the seat opposite him:

"Mr. Wang, please."

After everyone sat down, he picked up a purple clay teapot, about the size of two adult fists, and leisurely brewed tea.

He pushed a cup of freshly brewed tea in front of Wang Yajie, pointed to the tea, and only began to speak when the other person picked up the tea:
"The Middle East has been quite chaotic lately, especially Iraq and Syria."

“If Mr. Wang and your colleagues want to withdraw from these two countries, I can help.”

"Especially those colleagues who were lying in wait."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yajie was dumbfounded.

Today was supposed to be just an ordinary day. As usual, they would be helping a few careless tourists from Saudi Arabia to replace their documents.

But suddenly, King Saeed's steward came to the door, saying that King Saeed had something to discuss.

So, here he comes.

He had barely sat down when the other person asked such a nonsensical question, and he had no idea how to answer it.

Syria and Iraq also have diplomatic embassies, but there are few people there, and there's no need for them to be infiltrated.

It's even less likely that they would go undercover.

Wang Yajie held the teacup in both hands and gently shook his head:
"Your Majesty is joking. You must have been reading too many novels and got confused."

"Sending personnel to infiltrate is not our style. When we are abroad, we represent the image of a country."

"We wouldn't do something like that."

The watertight answer made Said raise an eyebrow. He never expected that even though he had deliberately mentioned Iraq and Syria, the man in front of him would not react at all.

They didn't even care about their own colleagues.

The Chinese are truly heartless.

With a sigh, the probing ended, and he picked up the teacup in front of him with both hands:

"The reason I invited Mr. Wang here this time is because I have an idea for an eco-city. We can discuss the details later."

Eco-city?

A hint of surprise flashed through Wang Yajie's mind, but he quickly got into character: "Then we should indeed discuss this in detail."

Meanwhile, with the help of his superpowers, Sall remotely located the person in charge of the Abu Dhabi defense exhibition in less than an hour.

Upon learning that the neighbor wanted to add a name to the list, the person in charge agreed to the action without much thought.

International defense exhibitions ultimately come down to hard power.

Even if you get in through connections, once you arrive at the exhibition and lay out your items, it's immediately obvious which are superior and which are inferior.

It was an obscure little company, but it was a Chinese company.

They must have connections.

These people with connections must be treated well, so they can understand why the painting is so green, why the mountains are so high, and why the clouds are so white.

Once the names and information were registered, the person in charge of the defense exhibition immediately forwarded the information to his subordinates, who then prepared the invitations accordingly.

Meanwhile, Lin Yi, whom Saller was plotting against, was sitting in front of his computer, staring blankly at the three documents on the screen.

The document on the left is a compilation he made of the companies he needed to contact and the difficulties he needed to overcome in producing a drone at this time.

The document on the right lists the companies that needed to be contacted and the difficulties that needed to be overcome when producing communication base stations at this time.

In the middle are the items needed to launch a satellite.

The more he looked, the bigger his head felt.

Unfortunately, these few things are obstacles, and if they are not overcome, endless troubles will follow.

(End of this chapter)