Rebirth of the Flying Era

Wednesday, July 2, 1969.

In July, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Du Fei wore a summer half-sleeved shirt and rode a motorcycle to the unit.

Yesterday, we agreed to have a party this Sunday and called both the Chu brothers to attend.

The location is in the courtyard of the fire equipment company.

It's Sunday off and there's no one here, so it's convenient for Du Fei.

The only question now is whether Chu Ming and his wife can come back on time.

But Du Fei doesn't need to worry about these household matters, Zhu Ting can take care of them.

Du Fei came to the unit and gathered around the office a little.

I looked at the time and silently calculated in my heart that the Japanese delegation arrived in the capital yesterday.

I guess if I don’t come today, I should come see him tomorrow.

However, Du Fei did not expect that the Japanese man did not come, but another one came.

Just after 9:30 in the morning, Bush arrived wearing a half-sleeved T-shirt and riding his 28 big bar.

"Hey Du, my friend~"

With a smile on his face, Bush immediately greeted Du Fei and shook hands warmly.

Du Fei knew it well.

After talking to Bush about the apparel and textile group last time, Bush suddenly returned to China.

It's been more than a month since I left.

When he comes back now, looking at his appearance, he knows that there may be something to this matter.

He greeted Bush warmly and let Bush into the reception room.

Du Fei smiled and said: "George, you came at the right time. I just got a few taels of this year's new Yuqian tea a few days ago. I'll invite you to try it later."

Bush has been gardening for a long time, and with the addition of all kinds of common sense, he is considered to be a flower gardener.

I know the concept of Yuqian tea. Although I can't tell the difference when I drink it, I know it is good tea.

When it was ready, I tasted it twice and immediately boasted and complimented it.

Du Fei chuckled, but he became more vigilant in his heart.

No matter Bush or America, no matter how kind they appear, they are essentially evil wolves with bared fangs.

If you don't pay attention, it will pounce on you and bite you hard.

Similarly, Bush also knew that although the young man in front of him was more than ten years younger than him, he was quite difficult to deal with.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries over tea, Bush took the lead in getting down to business.

"Du, you know, I made a special trip back for the textile and clothing group you proposed last time."

"Of course~" Du Fei said with a smile: "Believe me, this will be a great cooperation and will bring us huge common benefits."

Bush smiled and agreed, "Of course, that's what I thought too."

But then, he performed a perfect change of face, from happy to depressed: "But, my friend, you should understand our system. Although I am very optimistic about this cooperation, some people... you should understand that because of a certain For some reason, they don’t trust you.”

Du Fei was not surprised, this was just a common trick used by beauties.

They very skillfully used their so-called national conditions to disguise themselves as a minority.

It means that I have difficulties, I can't help it, I tried my best... but America has its own national conditions.

If things don't get done or you have to pay more, you can't blame me.

As for now, according to Du Fei's judgment, it is not impossible, but the latter, and more money will be needed.

If there is no hope at all, Bush will not run back and come back again.

And adding money is not really adding money, it should be to obtain other benefits and put forward additional conditions.

This is also their usual trick.

Du Fei remained calm, but smiled secretly in his heart.

This situation has long been expected.

Instead, Bush came back and agreed without saying a word, leaving Du Fei to worry about whether there was some conspiracy.

Picking up the tea cup in front of him, Du Fei took a sip and said, "That's really a pity, but George, I know you tried your best. If business cannot be done without righteousness, this will not affect our friendship."

Bush said: "Thank you for your understanding. But...this matter is not without a turn."

"Is there any chance of a turning point?" Du Fei asked back, not hiding his half-smiling expression.

The look in his eyes made Bush a little embarrassed.

It seems to be saying, they are all foxes of thousands of years, what are you doing here?

Bush chuckled. As an official guest of America, being thick-skinned and making big pie are two basic skills.

Even if Du Fei saw through it, he wouldn't feel embarrassed.

Anyway, as long as I am not embarrassed, you are the one who is embarrassed.

Du Fei, on the other hand, said, no matter you are embarrassed or not, I am not embarrassed anyway.

After a few seconds of silence, the two suddenly laughed at the same time.

Bush stopped holding on: "Forget it, I'll just say it clearly. Du, your proposal last time was very good, but I have a better proposal."

Du Fei said "Yeah": "You tell me."

Bush said: "Du, doing business doesn't need to be so complicated. We can directly invest and build factories in your place, hire your workers, and pay taxes to your government. You don't have to do anything, you can get taxes and employment, and …Friendship from America.”

After hearing what he said, Du Fei smiled.

How good it sounds!

Get everything without doing anything.

Unfortunately, it is a beautiful poison pill.

If you really believe him, you will die in the end without knowing how.

Besides, at this point in time, anyone who dares to invite them to the country is simply seeking death.

Du Fei rubbed his hand on the armrest of the sofa and said: "George, I understand your difficulties. Please also understand my situation of growing flowers. It is certainly beneficial for us to have this textile group, but it is not impossible to live without this textile group." . Do you think I am crazy or stupid for digging up my own roots for the sake of employment and tax revenue?”

Bush shrugged, with a serious expression on his face: "You see, that's what I told those old guys too."

Du Fei understood who the 'old guy' he was referring to was.

It should be a capital family that is closely related to the Bush family.

He smiled and said, "What did those old guys say?"

Bush picked up the teacup, smiled, did not answer, and asked instead: "What are you going to do next?"

Du Fei said indifferently: "There is a proverb in our flower gardening. If there is no butcher Zhang, we will eat pigs with hair on them? Since you can't do it here, just find someone else."

Bush City was very deep and did not show any negative emotions.

Du Fei continued: "Besides, why should we, as a family, rush to do something that benefits both families? Don't you think so~"

Bush rubbed his raised nose with his hand and said seriously: "Du, I understand, and I will convey your thoughts back to China. As for the final result... please forgive me for not being able to influence their decision."

Du Fei nodded, stood up and shook hands with Bush: "George, you are too humble. I think you should play a more active role. Believe me, you will be the first member of the Bush family to take the oath in the White House."

Bush couldn't help but be stunned. Even though he was so scheming, he was shocked when he suddenly heard such harsh words.

He is only 45 years old now, and his career has not been smooth since he abandoned business. His goal is only to become a senator and bring the Bush family into the highest circle.

To take the oath in the White House, one must be either the commander-in-chief or the deputy commander-in-chief, which is still very far away from him.

Without too lengthy a conversation, Duffy sent his bush away.

Watch him get on his bike and ride away.

Although the differences were huge, Du Fei was not too disappointed.

Because this situation was expected.

Negotiation itself is testing the other party's bottom line again and again, wearing down the other party's will bit by bit.

After all, such a big thing is not to go to the market to buy vegetables, just grab a handful of leeks for three yuan and leave.

This is just the first trial, and the real issues will be involved next time.

Therefore, Du Fei did not expect to be able to reach an agreement from the beginning.

Meanwhile, Bush returned to the Swiss Museum of History.

I saw an old white man who was nearly sixty years old, with a slightly bald head and gray hair. A pair of black-rimmed glasses hung on his nose, covering a pair of shrewd and deep eyes.

"How's it going, George?"

As soon as Bush entered the door, the old man asked directly.

"Uncle Will, please let me have a drink of water." Bush poured a glass of water and drank it all in one breath.

The old man's name is Grant Weir, a banker who has a very close relationship with the Bush family.

His wife and Bush's mother come from the same family, but their blood relationship is not close.

After all, he is still Bush's uncle.

Bush drank the water, took a deep breath, spread his hands and said, "What else can you do? Do you really expect them to agree to that request?"

Will looked amused.

Bush said sternly: "Uncle Will, I know what you are thinking. But don't forget, this is flower farming, not Brazil, let alone Argentina and Mexico. They have five million troops and weapons, and they just repelled them head-on. Sulian people...believe me, your tricks are of no use here."

Grant Weir frowned, disapproving of Bush's statement.

Coming from a Youtai family, he never thought that there was anything that couldn't be solved with money.

If so, it’s just a matter of not having enough money…

On the other end, in the guest house where the Japanese delegation stayed.

A middle-aged man, not tall but strong, was sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed.

Although he is 44 years old, his years of practicing kendo and fitness make him look younger and stronger than his peers.

"Mishima-kun, although we have different views, it is undeniable that we share the same goal, which is to completely get rid of the United States and become a normal country."

Mishima Mata and his husband had a sullen face, staring at the sky outside the window, and suddenly said without thinking: "The sky for planting flowers... is really blue~"

Nagano Toban, who was also in the room, frowned.

Although in front of him was the literary giant he once admired, he couldn't understand why Yamada Kenjiro brought him here.

They are totally different.

Nagano Toban completely disagrees with the unrealistic fantasy of restoring the glory of the empire.

In his opinion, that so-called glory was just a short-lived dream.

Mishima Matajiro withdrew his gaze and looked at Yamada Kenjiro: "Yamada-kun, although I don't agree with your beliefs, you are right, we have the same goal. But...with all due respect, I didn't see it here. What you call hope.”

Yamada Kenjiro said calmly: "Yamashima-kun, the real hope is not to see with your eyes, but with your heart."