Rebirth of the Flying Era

The atmosphere in the bar was very quiet, with the so-called 'aristocratic' style. The only thing that made Du Fei a little disgusted was that the smell of the perfume was too strong.

There was nothing I could do about it. During the period when Indu came here, the smell of perfume was unavoidable, especially the smell of low-quality perfume mixed with the smell of sweat.

It's pretty good in this bar.

Du Fei sat down with a smile and looked at the cup in front of Natasha: "Water, I like the taste of activated charcoal."

Natasha was slightly startled: "Do you also know about Vodka?" In fact, many people who like to drink vodka don't know that there is an important process in the process of making vodka, which is to filter the vodka with activated carbon. The impurities and smell of dried sweet potatoes are filtered out.

The so-called smell of activated carbon actually has no smell, just pure alcohol.

Du Fei smiled and did not continue the topic. After the bartender brought the wine glass, he asked: "Call me out alone. Do you have any advice?"

Natasha flipped her hair around her ears, tilted her head and said, "We are old acquaintances. We are destined to meet in a foreign country. Shouldn't we have a drink?"

Du Fei did not give her face, and replied: "We are not destined to be together. I think I sent you here specially because I knew I was here, right?"

Natasha acquiesced, then said angrily: "You really don't understand style. Shouldn't you treat a beautiful lady with more gentlemanly manners?"

"Gentlemanly?" Du Fei sneered: "Our ancestors said that the more people lack something, the more they flaunt it."

Natasha raised her eyebrows: "I noticed that you seem to have an unusual dislike for us in Europe. Is it because modern flowers and fruits have been invaded by foreign powers?"

Du Fei took a sip of vodka with ice and looked at the slightly provocative woman in front of him: "I need to point out two points. First of all, I don't dislike Europe. On the contrary, they are the pioneers of modern times. Since history has chosen them , it is inevitable, there is no need to worry about it. As for being invaded... People are not good for a thousand days, and flowers are not red for a hundred days. From five thousand years ago to today, our flowers and fruits have had five Huanhua, Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties. Qing Dynasty, but we are still here. What about Europe? Where are Macedonia and Rome? Where are Franks and Byzantium? What happened to Spain and Holland later?"

Natasha didn't take it seriously. As a graduate student at Moscow University who specializes in world history and international relations, she certainly knew what Du Fei said and understood what Du Fei meant, but there was no need to argue. It was meaningless. Asked: "What about the second one?"

A flash of narrow-mindedness flashed in Du Fei's eyes: "Second...it may not sound right, but Comrade Natasha seems to have some issues with self-awareness."

Natasha frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Du Fei said: "Our Europe?"

Natasha leaned back a little in her seat: "Is there any problem?"

Du Fei said: "Sulian or Big Goose, do you think Europeans think you belong to Europe? They have always called you barbarians from the East. This treatment should be the same as that of Ottoman Turkey."

Natasha's face darkened: "I disagree. Our core area is in Europe, and our cultural context is integrated with Europe..."

Listening to Natasha talking a lot, Du Fei was still laughing.

After she finished speaking, Du Fei wrote lightly: "The Ottoman Empire once occupied the Balkans. Besides, what really shapes Europe is the Atlantic Ocean Current and the Mediterranean Sea. Europe is only within this range, and Gooseberry... is no longer affected by the Atlantic Ocean Current. The influence of the climate is a typical cold continental climate, which means you cannot be Europe. No matter how many years you have been married to Europe, you will not be able to change this nature. Wake up~"

Natasha bit her lower lip. In fact, as an elite in the country and a professional in related fields, she knew better than Du Fei that these were all true.

But now, the butt determines the head, and SMU must be a European country.

Natasha pursed her lips: "Okay, let's not talk about this."

Du Fei smiled.

Natasha leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice: "You should know that with the current situation, it is very difficult to build a port into the sea on the Tumen River at the junction of the three countries."

Du Fei said "hmm". He didn't have high hopes for this matter at first, he just used it as a bargaining chip in negotiations.

But now, Natasha suddenly mentioned this, which made his heart move: "What? Do you have a way?"

Natasha said: "Of course, Mr. Park from North Korea is still very respectable in Moscow."

Du Fei heard the implication of her words. She was talking about Bei Gaoli's face, but actually she was emphasizing that her faction had the ability to facilitate this matter.

Du Fei didn't waste any time and asked directly: "What are the conditions?"

Natasha smiled and said, "I won't talk about that for now. I have another thing I hope you can help me with."

Du Fei frowned: "It means that there are other conditions on this matter, and we can discuss it later. But now we have to collect some interest first."

Natasha pursed her lips: "What you say is really ugly, but...that's probably what you mean."

Du Fei pouted and said, "Tell me, what can I do for you?"

Natasha said seriously: "I hope you can stop supporting Imran Khan."

Du Fei narrowed his eyes slightly and shook the wine glass: "Is Xindila looking for you?"

Imranhan's little move could not be hidden from the people of SpeedLink, nor could it be hidden from Xindila.

But now the situation is pressing, and New Dila is on the verge of collapse.

Du Fei raised his eyebrows: "Why? I invested a lot of resources, but you just said nothing?"

Natasha said "cut": "What a large amount of resources, not just the more than a thousand mercenaries. You can find Xindila to make up for the loss."

Du Fei fell silent. It was not surprising that the other party knew about Eagle's mercenary group.

Listening to Natasha's words, Baoxindila's attitude was very firm.

However, judging from the fact that she came to Du Fei privately, this attitude should not be considered an official attitude, but the attitude of the faction to which Natasha belongs.

While Du Fei was thinking, he picked up the wine glass and gestured with Natasha opposite.

The alcohol content of vodka itself is not low, but adding ice is equivalent to adding water. In addition, the drink is cooler and easier to drink, making it much easier.

After finishing the glass of wine, Du Fei stood up and left. He needed to think about this matter carefully.

Originally, Natasha's midnight solo date was about something important, but the result was really unsatisfactory.

In the meantime, Du Fei was worried that Natasha might be a drunkard and didn't care about the wine, and deliberately asked him out for some reason.

In order to prevent this, Xiao Hei and Xiao Hong were specially asked to patrol the area, but no suspicious people were found.

Du Fei suddenly thought of Imran Khan.

According to the information provided by the Charter, Imran Khan may return to Shindeli this evening.

The final showdown between the aunt and nephew is not far away.

Xindila has obtained the support of Sulian people in advance, and it depends on how Imran Khan will respond next.

Du Fei had previously promised to lend Eagle's mercenaries to Imranhan, but according to information fed back by Eagle through the spiritual link, it was not pleasant to cooperate with Imranhan.

Firstly, Imranhan felt uncomfortable giving money; secondly, some orders were unacceptable.

Du Fei's reply to Eagle was to let him adapt to the situation and not worry too much.

Therefore, Du Fei estimated that Imran Khan would come to negotiate after knowing that he had arrived in Xindeli.

The mercenary group of more than a thousand people is a very important armed force.

However, Du Fei did not expect that the first person to ask him to meet the next morning was not Imranhan, but another person who was both expected and unexpected.

Early the next morning, Du Fei had just finished breakfast when the hotel front desk called and said there was a visitor.

The other party introduced himself and claimed to be from the Tata Group.

"It's Tata again~" Du Fei sighed in his heart, Tata is really everywhere in Indu.

The other party claimed to have something very important to discuss.

In this case, let's just meet him.

Ten minutes later, Du Fei met the man who called himself the Tata family in a reception room provided by the hotel.

The person who came was probably in his forties, with dark skin and very handsome appearance. He was dressed in gorgeous traditional clothes and looked very decent and polite.

There was also a woman who came with this person. She wore a brightly colored headscarf on her head and was slightly stout. She must be a little older.

Du Fei looked at the two of them, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart. He frowned and said, "Ms. Xindila?"

The woman lifted her headscarf with a smile on her face: "Mr. Du, I'm taking the liberty of visiting you. I hope I won't disturb you."

It turned out to be Xin Dilaganti, the daughter of Ni Helu, the former princess, and now the owner of Xin Deli, who was in danger.

Du Fei didn't expect that this woman would appear here alone, and while he was surprised, he also felt a bit of admiration.

As expected of Ni Helu's daughter, she had supported her for nearly ten years after her father's death. If it hadn't been for Du Fei's appearance, she would have climbed to a new peak by stepping on the enemy's corpse.

Really courageous!

"Madam, you are too polite, please take a seat." Du Fei politely asked the other party to sit down, and the Tata family member who was the stepping stone retreated outside very wisely.

Only Du Fei and Xindila were left in the living room.

Xindila straightened her clothes and sat on the sofa, with no expression on her face.

Du Fei sat on the sofa next to him and asked, "Madam, to be honest, your arrival surprised me."

Natasha just mentioned it yesterday, and Xin Dila came to the door today. The two parties must have discussed it.

Xindila did not mention Natasha, but was quite blunt: "Mr. Du, you are too modest. Now I need your help."

Du Fei raised his eyebrows: "Madam, you are really good at joking. You are the leader of Yiguo, and I am just a junior..."

Before he could finish speaking, Xindila interrupted: "Mr. Du, I come here with sincerity this time. I know you have a deal with Imran, but please believe me he is not a good partner. I'm the!"

Du Fei didn't respond and listened to her next words.

Xindila bluntly said: "You should know that Imran Khan intends to kill me and replace me..."

After listening to what she said, her meaning was very clear. She hoped Du Fei would help her.

Du Fei didn't have much emotion and asked calmly: "Madam, with all due respect, we are not friends in public or in private. Why do you think I will help you instead of Imran Khan? Besides...helping you, What’s in it for us?”

Du Fei knew very well that although Xindila kept asking him to help, in fact, it was not Du Fei who was really asked for help.

So Du Fei said what's good for 'us', not what's good for 'I'.

Xindila took a deep breath, the critical moment had arrived.

She has reached her most dangerous moment.

The military defeat caused the forces that once supported him to shake, and they planned to throw her out as a scapegoat.

If it was just that, it would be okay if she gritted her teeth and resisted, but in exchange these people had to arrange for her son.

But now, some people not only want to get rid of her, but even want to kill her son as well.

She couldn't tolerate this.

Xindila said: "Mr. Du, helping me is only good for you and your Guo family. I am a woman who has failed and wants to keep my rights. Help me keep my rights. I will only try my best to keep everything now and give everything Energy goes into infighting.”

At this point, Xindila no longer cared about dignity and spoke completely naked.

She looked at Du Fei and continued: "In comparison, what will happen if a young, powerful and ambitious person is chosen to come to power? It is conceivable that he will do everything possible to prove himself. And to prove himself, there are only two ways, Boost the economy internally and show off your martial arts skills externally.”

Speaking of this, Xindila sneered: "With the situation in Indu, no matter who comes up, it is impossible to sort out the internal mess. It is just the same as what I am doing now. I think this is definitely not what you want. of."

Should it be said or not, Xindila is a very good lobbyist.

Du Fei was silent for a long time, then suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand and said: "Dear Madam, you have convinced me. War is cruel and meaningless. As a world-famous ancient civilization, Indu is a great country. Such a country needs A steady and wise man to lead.”

Xindila breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and shook hands with Du Fei: "Thank you very much. Our friendship will last forever in the future."

After saying some more polite words, Xindila put on her headscarf and stood up to say goodbye.

Du Fei sent her to the door of the reception room and watched her quickly walk into the elevator.

It is estimated that after leaving here, she still has many places to go.

Du Fei thought silently that this woman was probably really desperate. Most people in Xin Deli had abandoned her, but she was not willing to be exiled and made a last ditch effort at any cost. For this reason, she not only asked Sulian for help, but even took the initiative to find her past enemies. Therefore, there are no permanent enemies and no permanent friends in this world.

It is said that Imran Khan is ambitious, but she is actually an ambitious woman!

Power has become her last talisman.

But she was right about what she said just now. Letting an old woman who regards power as her last talisman come to power is indeed more beneficial to Du Fei than replacing a young and powerful Imran Khan.

But how exactly one trades off and the other trades off remains a question.

The more fun Imran makes, the greater the pressure will be on Xindila, and the more severe the liquidation will be in the future.

Thinking of this, Du Fei seemed to see the sight of Xin De Li killing heads.