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Chapter 569 Sall's Trip to Russia! (First Update!)

Brian was on vacation in Hawaii at the time, so when he received the message from the front-line command, he was completely stunned.

Since the collapse of the Bretton Woods system, America's currency has been tied to oil and the nation's credit.

Capital does not value national credit. To capital, the backing document of national credit is just a piece of paper that is too hard to even wipe one's bottom with.

What they want to see are real, tangible benefits and real goods.

For example, oil!

That's why America has a series of policies in the Middle East and why she has interfered in the region.

Saudi Arabia is America’s biggest ally in the Middle East.

Saudi Arabia purchases tens of billions of dollars worth of equipment from America every year. The price of this equipment is very high because the money used to purchase it is actually protection money.

But now, they've actually kicked this ally out!
Even if she isn't kicked out, the situation surrounding America in Saudi Arabia will at least be downgraded by one level.

How could these people be so stupid?
Why would someone do something like locking a phone?
So stupid!
It's so stupid!

Taking a deep breath of the scorching Hawaiian air, Brian picked up the phone, ready to call the dear president, but stopped just as he was about to dial.

The tanks sold to Saudi Arabia not only had backdoors for the American military, but also had access to the General Dynamics Land Systems factory that originally manufactured them.

However, it requires extremely high privileges.

But General Dynamics Land Systems certainly doesn't have that kind of guts; there must be someone else who gave them that kind of audacity.

If I didn't give the order myself, then there are only a few people with higher authority who can give orders directly.

President, Secretary of Defense!
They really know how to stir up trouble!
With a snort, Brian turned off his phone screen, tossed it onto the small table next to him where coffee was placed, picked up his coffee, and leisurely began to drink it.

I'm on vacation, those things have nothing to do with me!
After finishing his coffee, he took out his phone and sent a message to Benjamin at the front lines:
Don't worry about it, just continue with your normal work!

After sending the message, he slowly closed his eyes and continued sunbathing.

Qatar.

Benjamin was somewhat surprised to receive the instructions from Brian, who, in his memory, had a very fiery temper.

Upon learning of such disruptive news, he would definitely seek out the relevant personnel.

But now, this general is actually telling him not to worry about it, which is very strange.

He went through the whole story again and was shocked to find that there were no more than five people who had the guts to give orders and the authority to execute them.

General Brian could have messed with those five men, but he chose not to.

There's no need for me to provoke them!

After processing the information, Benjamin immediately revised an intelligence directive and issued it to the intelligence departments below.

Tell them to ignore what's happening in Saudi Arabia these past two days.

The rest of you can go do whatever you need to do!

Riyadh.

Since Sall's plane took off, Saeed has been waiting at the palace for the upcoming visit, or a phone call.

He waited for ages, until Sall had flown from Saudi Arabia to Russia, but he still hadn't received a phone call or a visit from America.

He didn't know whether to be happy or angry after not receiving the message.

I'm glad America didn't pursue the matter further.

He was furious that America had ignored him!

Oh shit!

After cursing under his breath, Sayed decided to drink two glasses of grape juice to calm his nerves.

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Moscow, Russia.

In early February, Moscow was devoid of tears, only blanketed in heavy snow. Winter would treat everyone equally, especially those who weren't wearing winter coats!

In the short few tens of minutes between the plane landing and getting into the van, Sall felt cold all over, almost chilled to the bone.

I feel like I'm about to die!
All he wanted now was to find a warm place to lie down and warm up his body, which was freezing to death.

Unfortunately, he had a lot to discuss with the Russians during his trip to Russia, and his schedule was very tight.

Therefore, he could only drag his numb body to meet Russian President Miyalavlovich.

Since it happened to be dinner time, Mijelavnovich specially arranged a dinner and invited Saler to dine with him.

Upon arriving at the palace where the banquet was to be held, Sall, led by security personnel, passed through layers of corridors and finally met Mijelavlovich in the most luxurious dining room at the deepest part of the palace.

The legendary Russian president sat at the other end of the long table, his hands resting on it, looking at Sall with expectant eyes.

Saler felt embarrassed by the look in his eyes.

"Good evening, Mr. Mijelavlovich!" Upon hearing his greeting, Mijelavlovich gestured to his right.

"Sit here, it'll be easier for us to talk!"

Sall walked to his seat and was about to speak when Mijelavlovich raised his hand to stop him: "No rush, there's still plenty of time. Let's eat and chat slowly!"

The chef began serving the dishes, which were standard Russian cuisine.

After Russian cuisine, it's time for all sorts of small desserts.

However, the level of detail in those desserts made them seem more like they were made by Chinese people than Russians.

Once the last dish was served, Mijelavlovich couldn't wait to pour himself a drink and place a tender grilled steak on a plate.

During the process, I also grabbed a few small desserts.

Then they picked up their knives and forks and began to eat heartily.

At this moment, he felt no pressure at all; his eyes were filled only with longing for food and desserts.

That is a person's most sincere desire!
Seeing this, Saller was very touched. Someone who likes desserts is at least easy to talk to!
Just as he was about to speak, a man about two meters tall, wearing a long suit and looking exceptionally capable, walked in through the side door. Seeing what Mijelavlovich was eating, his eyes widened, and he quickly approached.
"Sir, for your health's sake, you can only eat a maximum of one-third!"

"Alekov!" Miyalavlovich pointed at Sall: "Don't do this with guests here!"

As he spoke, Miyanavlovich winked at Saler, the meaning of which was clear: he wanted Saler's help.

Upon receiving the signal, Saleh quickly whispered, "It's okay, give me mine too..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two people who were arguing stopped what they were doing. The nutritionist named Alekov turned around, his eyes filled with murderous intent towards Sall.

Mijelavlovich's smile also turned strange.

After a while, Alekov let out a long sigh:

"Mr. President, you can eat it all, but you must exercise for at least two hours afterward!"

"I'll be waiting for you outside. Don't even think about running away!"

After leaving those two sentences, Alekov turned and left. When he reached the door, he replaced the guard outside and became the guard outside himself.

The door closed, and Mijelavlovich picked up his knife and fork and began to devour the food on the table.

Seeing him enjoy the food, Salle also picked up his knife and fork and began to eat the food in front of him.

While eating, Mijelavnovich suddenly said, "You're more easygoing than your brother!"

"But you also need to be bolder!" The sudden words broke the silence between the two.

At the same time, Mijelavlovich slowed down his enjoyment of the food and began to focus his attention on Sall.

That scrutinizing gaze made Saler feel extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he was about to speak, Mijeraflorich spoke again:
"You didn't actually come here to talk about oil, did you?"

Saller fell silent. He wanted to ask, "How did you figure that out?"

But then I realized that asking that question would be too stupid, so I simply didn't ask it and responded with a shake of my head:
"not at all!"

"The first thing we wanted to do here was to talk about oil, the second was to buy S-300 air defense missiles, and the third was to lease aircraft."

"We need to rent three of your An-124 aircraft to secretly transport some items from China."

"I don't quite trust my subordinates, so I wanted to come and have a good talk with Mr. Mijelavlovich!"

"What are you planning to transport?" As soon as the question left his mouth, Mijelavlovich's face immediately showed a hint of annoyance, as if he was annoyed at his own lack of foresight. Since they had said it was a confidential shipment, why did he have to ask?

In front of Saler, he pounded his head with his hand and said, "Look at my head, I'm so confused, I'm just talking nonsense!"

Beside him, Saller pursed his lips, observing everything. Only after the other party's performance ended did he speak casually:
"They're transporting a few tanks from China!"

tank?

The Russian word for tank is a loanword, directly borrowed from the English word. It is a transliteration of a foreign word, and the only difference in pronunciation is a slight difference in intonation.

So when Sall uttered the word "tank" in English, Mijelavrovich paused for only a second before repeating the word.

When the word "tank" was uttered, Mijeraflorich's expression became particularly amused.

As one of the five major philanthropists, Russia also has its own intelligence network in the Middle East.

He was well aware of the feud between Saudi Arabia and the Houthi rebels in Yemen, and he was also well aware of the feud between America and Saudi Arabia.

Upon hearing this news, he wondered if Saudi Arabia could tolerate it.

What followed was just the Saudi Minister of Defense holding a press conference.

I thought the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, this matter did not end there!
Instead, it dragged Russia into it too!

After a moment's thought, Mijeraflorich asked curiously:

"Even if you don't buy America's tanks, you can buy German tanks, or even our tanks."

"Why buy tanks from China?"

"As far as I know, the tanks that China can currently export are mainly light tanks weighing around 40 tons."

"There is no need for you to purchase this type of tank!"

"Or has it that you've reached some kind of agreement with China, and they're willing to give you main battle tanks?"

After asking the question, without waiting for Sall's response, Mijeraflorich raised her hand and gently patted her own face:
"Look at my mouth! I talk too much!"

Knowing that the other party was testing him, Salle suppressed the urge to complain and closed his eyes.

The other party will definitely find out about this.

Later on, they also tried to find ways to obtain data.

Rather than letting them mess things up, it's better to use them to spread the news, at least we can still maintain the initiative.

After a helpless sigh, Saler opened his eyes:

"It's not a light tank; it's a completely new main battle tank."

"It has never appeared in China before. According to the other company, it is a tank manufactured according to the standards of a fourth-generation tank."

"To be honest, we are aware of the situation in China, but, Mr. Mijelavlovich, there's nothing we can do!"

"Only in China, when selling these equipment, they don't attach any of those messy conditions; they're just focused on making money."

“We have money, and they want to make money.”

"that's all!"

"We purchased a total of three tanks, so I would like to rent three An-124s from you."

"It will be available in about a month."

"You can name any price you want!"

After saying all that, Sall turned all his attention back to Mijelav Florovich.

It was only then that he noticed the president seemed to be lost in thought.

Just as he was about to speak, Mijelavlovich raised his hand first:

"Mr. Saleh, I am very pleased that you have taken the initiative to break the ice in our relationship!"

"So, I'll rent you the three An-124s you wanted for free!"

"Then, regarding the oil-related negotiations, professionals will accompany us tomorrow."

"I'm not a professional, so I won't show up then!"

"Also, as you just heard from my nutritionist, I need to exercise for an extra two hours."

"I can't be with you anymore!"

"Feel sorry!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mijelavlovich hurriedly got up and left through a side door, taking the nutritionist who was guarding the door with him.

As soon as they left, security personnel came in. "Mr. Saleh, this way please!"

"We will escort you back to your hotel."

"Tomorrow, the relevant negotiating personnel will come to your hotel for negotiations. The negotiations will take place at noon, so you can get some rest!"

Seeing the way these people were bewildered, Saler followed.

Even after leaving the palace, they still didn't understand why they were doing that.

Meanwhile, Mijelavnovich had already returned to his office.

Several people were waiting for him in the office.

Seeing these people, he waved his hand with a serious expression, "You all go back first, I have something to talk to Sergei from the Foreign Intelligence Service about."

After receiving his message, the people in the office left one after another. In less than 10 minutes, Sergei Ivanov, the head of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service, and Igor Polyakov, the Russian Minister of Defense, were among those who left.

As soon as the two entered the room, Mijelavlovich couldn't wait to say:

"Just as you guessed, Saudi Arabia's visit this time is not to discuss oil."

"It was to rent our planes to transport tanks from China."

"Transporting a fourth-generation tank that has never appeared on the market before!"

"According to that Saler, this tank is superior to all other tanks on the market!"

(End of this chapter)