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Chapter 312 Gruw won't let you down! (Third update!)
Looking at Lu Jingchen, who was standing at attention and at ease while shouting that he would complete the mission, Guo Song and his companion experienced for the first time what it meant to talk to someone who doesn't understand you, or to play music to a cow.

However, the two soon realized that Lu Jingchen was a researcher, and if asked about his research work, he could probably speak eloquently about it.

However, when it comes to military matters and specialized manufacturing, he may still be lacking.

You'd have to ask their boss, Lin Yi, about this.

After thinking it through, Guo Song immediately made a decision in his mind: after reading this, he would send a message to Lin Yi and ask him to prepare a 20,000-word report on this situation.

Having made up his mind, he turned back to look at the control panel next to him, at the satellite with some parts on it, and nodded slightly.

Feng Zhenhua, who was nearby, overheard the entire conversation. Judging from Lu Jingchen's expression, he knew that Guo Song and the other person had asked about a blind spot in Lu Jingchen's knowledge.

After noticing that Guo Song and the other person weren't in a hurry to ask questions, they quickly stepped in to smooth things over and change the subject:
"Boss, and Xiao Lu too, let's go. To celebrate the start of work today, I've specially asked the canteen to prepare a big meal."

"Let's go eat first, and we can talk about anything while we eat..."

Hearing his words, Lu Jingchen gave him a grateful look, then quickly took out his phone and waved it at the three of them:

"Director Feng, you go ahead first. I'll report to our boss and let him know the progress."

"Okay! We'll go first, you come over here quickly!" Guo Song added, and then he and Zhu Jingyao followed Feng Zhenhua away.

Watching the three disappear from sight, Lu Jingchen, quite unceremoniously, bent over, placed his hands on his knees, and let out a long breath.

"Holy crap!"

"Is this something I can ask?"

Is this an answer I can give?

After finishing his self-talk, he quickly picked up his phone and dialed Lin Yi's number.

Suzhou.

It was after get off work again, and someone had given Lin Yi a terrible idea. In a great mood, he was hesitating about where to have a nice meal when his phone rang.

Upon discovering it was Lu Jingchen, he frowned and answered the phone:

"Old Lu, what's up?"

The next second, Lu Jingchen's voice, still shaken, came through the phone. He relayed Guo Song's words to Lin Yi word for word, and then cautiously asked:
"Is this something we can hear?"

"If they're willing to tell you, they're not afraid you'll leak it, so don't worry. However, your primary task is to get the satellite working as soon as possible. I also need to remind you that launching the satellite is only the first step; ground control is the second step, and the second step is especially important, so you must handle it well!"

Lin Yi answered calmly, then turned around and found Lu Jingchen a bunch of jobs.

Sure enough, after Lin Yi did the follow-up work, the anxious person on the other side started breathing heavily.

Listening to that breathing, Lin Yi was terrified that he would curse out loud in the next second, so he quickly said "Go for it!" and hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

He stuffed his phone into his pocket, locked the office door, and then hummed a song as he walked toward the finance office.

In the finance office, Ji Shuangshuang was arranging the work for the next day. Seeing Lin Yi enter, she pointed to the chair next to her:
"Wait a moment!"

Before long, she had finished arranging her work and appeared before Lin Yi with her bag:

"What to eat?"

"Casual!"

"I heard from other people in the office that a Northeastern Chinese restaurant opened downstairs, and the food is supposedly pretty good. Shall we go try it?"

"go!"

It took the two of them nearly 50 minutes to arrive at the Northeastern Chinese restaurant that Ji Shuangshuang had mentioned.

After parking the car and entering the restaurant, a waiter with a Northeastern accent greeted us with a smile and led us to a booth.
"Gentlemen, this is our menu!"

As Ji Shuangshuang picked up the menu, the waiter very considerately reminded her:
"Miss, our dishes come in large portions, so you can order two fewer dishes when you order!"

"No problem! I can finish it!" With a wave of her hand, Ji Shuangshuang began ordering food with great arrogance:
"Sweet and sour pork, braised pork ribs, chicken stew with mushrooms, pork and cabbage dumplings, beef buns, sauerkraut and pork belly..."

That's all for now!

The waiter looked at the eight dishes on the menu, hesitated for a moment, and then reminded him:
"Miss, let us serve you two dishes first: sweet and sour pork and braised pork ribs, as well as chicken stew with mushrooms and dumplings. You can decide whether you want the rest after we serve the dishes!"

Just as the waiter was about to leave after speaking, Ji Shuangshuang called him back:

"Bring all of you up here! Don't be afraid, I can eat!"

Hearing this, the waiter gave up on trying to persuade him further, nodded, and quickly left with the menu.

The restaurant served the food very quickly; the dishes were served one after another in less than half an hour.

With each dish served, Ji Shuangshuang's face darkened further.

Because the portions of these dishes were far larger than she had ever imagined.

That plate of sweet and sour pork would be enough for at least three servings in other restaurants.

If you put that in a nice hotel or restaurant, you could sell at least 10 servings of that sweet and sour pork.

Eight dishes, enough to stuff two people to death!

Once all eight dishes were served, Ji Shuangshuang finally came to her senses, pointed to the dishes in front of her, and asked the question that had been on her mind:

"Won't they lose money by doing this?"

"...such a large portion, is it even possible for a person to eat it?"

"This……"

Lin Yi opened the sterilized packaging of the bowls and chopsticks and handed the chopsticks to her:

"Eat up, Daddy!"

"The sign over there says it: Wasting resources is shameful!"

…………

On the morning of a new day, Moscow welcomed a distinguished guest.

The morning sun shone brightly on Moscow International Airport as a plane from Saudi Arabia slowly landed. Shortly after, a welcoming motorcade drove out of the airport and sped towards the Kremlin.

At the Kremlin, Said met with Russian President Miyalavlovich.

When Said arrived suddenly, Mijelavlovich was completely unprepared, but as a seasoned politician, he could guess that Said had something urgent to attend to.

Since there's an urgent matter, it's tantamount to them asking for a favor, which means I can control them.

After going through the most basic formalities, Mijelavnovich led the person to sit on the sofa, then asked with a face full of curiosity:
"Is there something urgent that Your Majesty has come to Russia?"

"Yes!" Said didn't mince words, nodding his head and stating his purpose directly:
"I want to hire a group of people, a group of soldiers, from Russia to help Saudi Arabia fight the war."

A qualified president, especially the president of a major power, must have a sufficient sense of war.

Almost the instant Said uttered those words, Mijelavlovich, combining the intelligence he had received about the Middle East, connected everything together.

Then he asked:
Do you think Israel will attack you?

"Yes!"

"But...but why are you trying to hire people from us?"

"This was a suggestion from a friend!"

“Your friend…” Mijelavlovich stopped mid-sentence. He didn’t know how to comment on the matter.

First, the fact that he was able to persuade stubborn Arabs to hire military personnel from Russia speaks volumes about Saeed's influence and military prowess.

However, Miyalavlovich found it difficult to comment on the fact that his friend had asked him to come to Russia to hire military personnel.

Muslims are found all over the world.

Russia is the non-Islamic country with the largest Muslim population in the world, with Muslims making up 15-20% of the total population.

These Muslim sects are mainly the Hanafi school of Sunni Islam, followed by the Sufis active in the North Caucasus region, and finally the Shia Muslims whose ancestral home is in Azerbaijan and the Tat region.

Because they are far from the Middle East, these sects are among the more moderate sects in Islam; even if some are conservative, they are still relatively moderate.

Russia's policy toward Muslims is to recognize Islam as one of Russia's traditional religions, but to emphasize obedience to state authority.

Legally, extremist Islamic organizations are strictly prohibited.

Strict scrutiny is required when Islamic funds flow into the country from abroad.

Unfortunately, these regulations are precisely what effectively block the Wahhabi faction, which is supported by the Saudi royal family.

There are also a large number of Muslims among Russian officials, and these Muslims also appear to have a deep-seated hatred when facing extremists.

Therefore, in terms of certain religious ethics, the two sides can be considered half enemies.

In addition, the relationship between Saudi Arabia and Russia is not very good.

Therefore, it's really difficult for Mijelavlovic to comment on this matter.

After a moment's thought, he cast aside his earlier hesitation and asked formally:

"What price is His Majesty willing to pay?"

After asking the question, Mijelavlovich stared intently into Said's eyes, eager to know what terms the other party would offer in this critical moment.

Or, to put it another way, whether the other party is willing to offer the conditions they want to see.

When these words reached Said's ears, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The relationship between Russia and Saudi Arabia can only be described as public. For a long time, the two sides have been vying for influence in the Middle East and the geopolitics of the oil market.

The reason for this trip is actually because the pressure in the Middle East is too great, and we want to seek a breakthrough from another angle.

He had originally thought that if Russia didn't agree to this, he would have to stage a fake city stratagem himself.

However, Mijelavnovich's words just now have already revealed the other party's attitude.

If the other party is willing to accept the challenge, then the next step is to respond accordingly.

Before arriving, the think tank had made the necessary preparations in the shortest possible time, according to Saeed's requirements.

Upon hearing Mijelavlovich's words, Said calmly beckoned to his secretary, took the briefcase from her, removed the documents inside, and placed them in front of Mijelavlovich:

"Mr. President, our conditions are all written down here."

"If the President is willing, then we will sign the cooperation agreement."

"If you don't want to, then consider this my trip to Russia as a tourist trip."

After receiving the document, Mijelavnovich did not rush to respond. Instead, he opened the document and began to read it line by line, pressing the text with his finger.

[Number of employees: 1000!]

Personnel Requirements: All personnel must be retired military personnel, and must be proficient in operating common firearms, mortars, and rocket launchers.

[Annual salary: $30 per person per year]

[Benefits: Saudi Arabia will provide personnel with accommodation, food, and weapons.]

[Daily work: Stationed in Hakley, a small town on the coast of the Gulf of Aqaba...]

After flipping through the personnel hiring requirements, Mijeraflorich saw what she wanted to see.

[Oil Cooperation Agreement!]

In response to EU environmental requirements, Saudi Arabia is willing to stand with Russia and make a small contribution to the world.

Both sides coordinated oil production and, while ensuring prices, made every effort to protect the interests of both parties...

After reviewing the series of terms, Mijelavlovich placed the document back on the table and gently pushed it towards Said.

There are many rules and regulations, most of which are nonsense, but a small part gets to the point.

This small portion is enough for Russia to make a fuss about.

Let's agree first, then extend our reach into the Arabian Peninsula, and see what happens next.

He stood up and extended his right hand to Said, who was standing in front of him:

"The world is developing rapidly, and we humans are also destroying this planet. Russia is a major power, and a major power should bear the responsibilities of a major power."

"We are willing to work with Saudi Arabia to make a contribution to environmental protection in this world!"

"If Your Majesty doesn't mind, let's have lunch together later, and I'll introduce you to a few suitable people."

"How about it?"

Ha ha.

Said scoffed inwardly, but took the documents with a warm smile, put them away, stood up, and shook Mijelavlovich's right hand: "Okay! Then I'll trouble you, Mr. President."

"Come on, let me show you some Russian specialties!"

The two entered the restaurant and waited for a while before the chefs began serving the dishes.

After the dishes were served, two men dressed in Russian military uniforms appeared before the two men, sweating profusely, led by several security personnel.

Upon seeing the two men arrive, Mijelavlovich stood up, pulled them to sit down next to Said, and began to introduce them:
"These two are instructors from our GRU special forces."

"They will retire in the second half of the year."

“They served in the army for more than ten years and didn’t have any skills to make a living. I was wondering what would happen to them after they retired.”

"Your Majesty, your arrival has solved this problem for me."

After offering compliments to Said, Mijelavlovich turned to the two Russians in military uniforms:

"Come, Andreevich, Karakov, this is His Majesty Saeed, the King of Saudi Arabia."

"He came to recruit mercenaries, and the pay was very good."

"You can retire early, set up a company, and stuff all the people who are retiring with you into it."

"Then take them all with you."

"That way, you can avoid going home and dealing with your shrewish wives, while still earning a high enough salary."

"Hurry up and thank King Sayed!"

As Miyalavlovich spoke, Andreevich and Karakov stood up abruptly and gave Said a standard Russian military salute:
"Your Majesty, Gruw will not let you down!"

(End of this chapter)