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Chapter 379 He Gives Too Much
Chapter 379 He gave too much
What is the French Revolution?
A wave of comprehensive blockade resulted in the direct confiscation of French assets by the other side!
Do you know how many French assets there are in Morocco?
It has only been more than 20 years since France agreed to Morocco's independence, and the lingua franca of Morocco is French...
After independence, the army only withdrew, but the French investment was still there.
Even if the French want to withdraw from Morocco, if they take away the funds, Morocco will collapse and become as poor as other African brothers!
This is also the reason why Morocco’s economic structure has always existed in support of France.
Not all countries want independence…
What is a magical reality? Many small countries in West Africa are like this. They desperately don’t want the French to withdraw their troops and they really don’t want independence. Even if the United Nations forces it, it is just a show.
They knew very well that if the French really left, they would immediately return to their natural state.
Therefore, the French suffer the greatest losses!
Why on earth is Sean? He has only been in Morocco for a few days.
When Sean asked Moulay Sheedy to confiscate French property, Moulay Sheedy almost jumped for joy.
It is not as simple as making up for the losses during the comprehensive blockade. Not to mention the losses of several large families, this is the fundamental reason why Morocco’s small and medium-sized capital, and even the middle class, have quietly accepted it!
French capital has penetrated into all aspects of Morocco, and many factories and even shops are owned by the French.
For Morocco's small and medium-sized capital and middle class, the best result is that these assets are confiscated and given directly to the operators to make up for their losses.
The worst result is also 'free period'. The longer this period is, the more they make.
This is the reason why Moulay Sheedy agreed to give Sean all the French and Spanish industries related to phosphate mines. He needs Sean to carry the thunder!
To be more precise, it takes Sean to persuade the beautiful girl to carry the thunder.
so……
…
In Paris, countless people poured into the streets again, carrying banners, holding cardboards, shouting slogans, and marching towards government departments.
Here are people who have suffered losses in French capital, including related industries, and there are many people. They are only a small part here in Paris. Demonstrations are also taking place in other cities.
In fact, the largest number of people marching in Paris were investors who had suffered losses in the stock market.
I was so screwed!!
Then there are the Paris residents who don’t mind watching the excitement. It doesn’t matter whether it’s relevant to them. How can they not participate in such an interesting event?
What is France?
In France, people work 6 hours from Monday to Friday and participate in various demonstrations and protests on Saturdays and Sundays!
The schedule is very regular, 5 days to accumulate grudges and 2 days to vent, scientific and reasonable!
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Not counting nationwide demonstrations, mainly in Paris and southern port cities...
The French President wants to die!
It’s not like the French didn’t do anything for such a long time. They knew the man behind all this—Sean.
It was Sean's matchmaking that led to the help of many American companies and the reason why Moulay Sheedi's attitude was so tough!
If you really want to make money, tell me, France will give it to you...
…
Joint military exercises are a must. This is a matter of attitude. Not only the French are marching, but Spain is also not stopping.
A week later, 15 nautical miles off the west coast of Morocco.
The Spanish fleet and the French fleet are heading towards this position. The military exercise is located very close to the coast of Morocco. You can see it clearly if you stand a little higher!
It's all just to scare you. Even if a missile doesn't fly over your head, it's a low profile!
According to the Convention on the Law of the Sea, the territorial sea is 12 nautical miles, and 12-24 is the contiguous zone. What’s more, the Convention on the Law of the Sea was only adopted at a meeting and has not yet come into effect.
According to the historical process, it will not be until 1994, and the rabbit was approved and came into effect in 1996.
Anyway, if they want to exercise, there is nothing Morocco can do. Not to mention that half of their navy was emptied by Sean's Super Sea Sparrow last time. Even if it was not emptied, those broken ships with a displacement of several hundred tons have no deterrent effect at all.
There is only one day left before the military exercise, and the shipping route is directly cut off. Don't look at Sean's ridicule during the interview. It's him. Ordinary shipping companies don't have the guts to pass through the designated military exercise area. They will deal with you without negotiation.
…
"It's okay, I'm here!"
Moulay Sheedy came to the door, and Sean waved his hand indifferently. The route here had just been blocked, and Sean boarded the flagship, and the battleship group headed towards this coordinate.
As soon as I heard that Sean was leaving, the top floor of the high-rise hotel on the beach in Rabat was immediately booked because, for nothing else, I just wanted to see it with my own eyes.
They are not qualified to board the guided missile destroyer fleet under the umbrella. Only Moulay Sheidi, senior officials of the military and government, and the heads of several major families are eligible.
In fact, Moulay Sheidi and others are not qualified. Regardless of what kind of king you are, there are many kings...
But Sean gives face.
As for the ordinary rich people in Morocco, the children of big families, etc., they are not even qualified to take a plane to see it from a distance.
But this didn't stop them from booking the top floor of the hotel and using telescopes to see from a distance.
A confrontation of this level, even if there is no actual shooting, is thrilling enough.
This is all bragging rights, good guy, if everyone brags about it at gatherings in the future, everyone will see it, but you will not. You are not worthy of drinking with everyone!
Let's talk about the fleet.
It was only a dozen nautical miles, and a blockade area had to be drawn. Within 20 minutes, a patrol boat for the outer blockade of the joint exercise came from the side of the warship.
"Here we come." In the control room, Robert A. Owens said with a tight smile.
Sure enough, the public channel broadcast sounded: This is a joint military exercise area, please detour immediately, please detour immediately.
"What's going on?" Everyone looked at Sean. As long as it wasn't a formal war, Sean had the final say.
"Why do I feel..." Sean touched his chin, "the speed of these patrol boats is getting slower and slower."
Phew...hahahaha, a burst of laughter rang out in the command room.
The people on the patrol boat were not fools. As soon as the Umbrella Battle Group was dispatched, both France and Spain knew that they were here to cause trouble.
Just knowing that someone is here to cause trouble is one thing, but how to deal with it is another. The only way is to send out a patrol boat to test it out, even if you know it is useless.
The people on the patrol boat also knew that it was useless, so we really expected them to intercept them, delivering food!
Sean smiled and picked up the intercom: What did you say? You can’t hear me clearly, the signal is not good, please say it again!!
Everyone: "..."
Putting down the phone, Sean suppressed a smile and said, "Leave it at an angle and hit it."
Robert A. Owens looked at the intercom and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "Boss, can you turn off the intercom before you speak!"
"This is very bad!"
French Commander:(╬◣д◢)
Poof... Hahahahaha, bursts of laughter burst out again in the command room.
Sean couldn't help but reached out to turn off the intercom. He really forgot, and reached out to light up everyone in the command room. "You guys are going too far!"
But it doesn’t matter, just treat it as ‘today’s milk method’.
The ones laughing the loudest were Moulay Sheedy and others. They had never been so funny!
Even though they had been very happy getting along with the French in the past few years, this did not stop them from showing their little tongues of laughter at this time.
It’s like someone who loves to watch the three major migrant worker cartoons, but doesn’t waste time when he is unlucky and everyone immediately rushes to laugh at them.
In the command room on the French side, seeing Sean's fleet really change direction and ram into the patrol boat, he really really wanted to order the patrol boat to ram them!
If he really killed a French soldier, Sean would have to bear a lot of responsibility.
But the problem is that the Western social system and culture do not allow them to issue such an order that is obviously meant to lead to death.
And even if he gives the order, the soldiers on the patrol boat may not follow it and sue them instead.
Of course, that's another matter during the war, but definitely not now.
Not to mention throwing a row of missiles at it, just think about it.
Just pretend that the signal is really bad. Anyway, there are no "outsiders" around here, and the news will never spread. Sean will also have a tacit understanding of this.
Therefore, from a distance, a group of Moroccan nobles on the upper floors of the beachfront hotel saw this scene through their telescopes.
The umbrella battleship group suddenly adjusted its direction slightly and rushed towards several French patrol boats.
A patrol boat with a displacement of more than 200 tons looks so petite and weak in front of a behemoth with a displacement of more than 6,000 tons...
A fleet rolled up, and without saying a word, several patrol boats made a sharp circle, turned around, and ran away. The speed was directly increased to full speed. It was a battle group. It spread out and occupied several nautical miles. If you were slow, you would die if you were scratched.
The running movements are so smooth and the speed is so fast, it's very French!
A group of Moroccan nobles howled like ghosts, they had never been so excited!
In fact, even if Mohammed VI were here, he would be excited. At best, he can be regarded as a right-leaning capitulationist.
How many people remember that this impassioned poem was written by Wang Jingwei, who was also a passionate young man in his early years.
(PS: He holds a stone in his hand and becomes obsessed with it, and is filled with sorrow over thousands of miles of waves. Flying alone is tireless, and he chases the seagulls in shame. Colorful purples and reds are difficult to render from knowledge. He has beautiful hair at times, but recognizes blood stains. He sings generously to the city, and composes calmly.
Prisoner of Chu. With the sword he made a quick move, and he lived up to his youth. He kept his heart and soul, but his body was buried in ashes. The green phosphorescent light is immortal and shines on Yantai every night.)
After all, not everyone can associate it casually, and don't compare Wang Jingwei with Zhonglie. This is the biggest humiliation Wang Jingwei suffered after his death!
The French speedboat ran away, and Sean entered the exercise venue diagonally along the same line without giving any orders to pursue it.
At this moment, the Umbrella fleet was about 20 kilometers away from the French and Spanish fleets, almost forming an equilateral triangle.
No one moved, they were just confronting each other.
There is now one day left before the start of the exercise. The commanders of France and Spain have gathered together urgently. It is very troublesome to deal with this matter.
"What should I do?" the Spaniard said eagerly as soon as they met and closed the door to the room.
"Report?"
"Definitely not. What should I say when asked, being intimidated by a private security company? There is nothing you can do? You are crazy!"
The Spaniard rubbed his face, "Okay, you're right, but I really can't think of a way."
"You must have an attitude. Fighting is impossible. You and I, including the people above, know this, and the other side also knows it." After all, he is one of the five permanent members. He is not as unbearable as the outsiders ridicule.
By comparison, in terms of military strength in this era, the United States and the Soviet Union are in the first echelon, Britain and France are in the second echelon, and as for the east... defensive land warfare ranks first in the world, and land warfare is in the first echelon.
There is no comparison with other countries.
"I don't know what benefits the Moroccans gave him, but his purpose is to destroy this exercise, and we must not let him destroy it. This is about face, so..."
The two said in unison: "Talk!"
Soon, the communication was connected to Sean. Sean made a silent gesture to the others, and then said: "Hi, good afternoon, you two."
"If it weren't for you." The Frenchman snorted coldly.
"Hahaha, you two, the weather is quite windy and sunny. Are you interested in having a drink?"
"Okay, Mr. Sean, you don't have much time. You know, you can't stop us from conducting military exercises and telling your conditions." The French did not have any good impression of this man who had repeatedly ridiculed them.
"Of course, of course not, I know, but so what." Sean chuckled, "I won't stop you, but you can't stop my ship from moving here!"
"You, are you crazy?!" the Spanish commander shouted: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Of course, it doesn't matter. You can let go. It doesn't matter. You can blow the ship to pieces at any time and kill everyone on the ship. I don't care." Sean's voice was full of nonchalance, "I have already chosen it.
They married someone and signed a super-high-standard contract. It was a huge contract that allowed them to retire immediately and live the life of a rich man. Even if they died, the beneficiaries they left behind would be able to receive a large amount of money, enough to live peacefully.
compensation!"
"It's just a few dozen people. I can afford it, and my employer is even willing to pay twice as much!"
"Believe me, I won't let them fight back. Not a single shell will be fired. You will be safe."
"There is no problem in this world that cannot be solved with money. If there is, it will be your investment to repay it. No, it's not enough!" Sean's voice was not loud, but the domineering tone in his tone made the two of them feel it deeply.
"You are, you are a scoundrel!!" The French commander and the Spanish commander looked at each other, their eyes full of irritation and helplessness.
Neither of them doubted the authenticity of what Sean said.
Those who can still work as mercenaries after retirement either have no other life skills or are desperadoes. These people will definitely dare to gamble their lives with you.
Let alone France and Spain, the Moroccans in the command room were dumbfounded, but their attitudes were completely different.
Moulay Sheidi stretched out two fingers and made a fierce gesture, "Twice, I will pay twice, do it with them!"
Sean grinned silently, look, someone doubled up!
The Moroccan royal family is very rich!
"The means are not important. Believe me, I am a businessman, a very pure businessman. I will work for anyone who gives me money!" Sean was not angry at all, his tone was still so relaxed, "So, how about we talk."
"The weather is so nice, it's so boring to fight and kill. Take your time and enjoy life."
The commanders of France and Spain looked at each other and let out a long breath. Sean must be rogue. They really couldn't think of any good way.
Rabat could only see the three-party confrontation through the telescope. No one knew exactly what happened. Suddenly, three yachts were seen setting off from the dock and rushing towards the exercise site quickly.
I saw a speedboat approaching the umbrella battle group, docked near the flagship for a while and then started again.
The other two boats approached the French and Spanish battle groups respectively, and finally the three speedboats met in the middle of the three parties and docked together.
The French and Spanish commanders got off the yacht and boarded Sean's boat. Sean laughed and walked up to him as soon as they met, and gave him a big and familiar hug, "Nice to meet you, Thompson Asia."
Elvis."
"I'm not happy at all!" The person being hugged rolled his eyes and said through gritted teeth, "He is Thompson!!"
"Uh...it's okay, don't be sorry. After all, it's our first time meeting you. Then you are Jonson Arnold. I'm very happy to meet you." Sean patted his back.
Jonson Arnold's face is very dark. Damn it, when did I ever feel sorry.
Sean let go of Jonson Arnold and gave the other man a hug.
Thompson and Jonson looked at each other feeling helpless. Well, according to rumors, this Sean is violent, cruel, ruthless, and greedy. Looking at it now, it is not accurate at all. A very important point is missing. He is shameless.
Anything can be done to achieve the goal.
If a billionaire with a net worth of several billion can achieve this level of success, there is no reason for him not to succeed.
The two sat down in the cabin, and the yacht that had just picked them up started to leave and stopped a few hundred meters away. The captain of Sean's yacht had already left, and now there were only three people on board.
"I don't understand why you suddenly started helping the Moroccans." Jonson Arnold asked with a frown.
Sean shrugged his shoulders, "I can't help it, but the Moroccans offer too much, and no one can refuse it!"
Two people:!!!
"Don't look at me like that, really." Sean sighed heavily, with helplessness written all over his face. "At first, the Moroccans told me that I would give you twice as much as the people of Caesarea would give."
"I refused without hesitation. Although I am just a businessman, I, Sean, value my credibility. Later, they offered three times more, but I still refused. But in the end, do you know what price they offered?"
The two of them really despised Sean's character, but they were still attracted by these words and couldn't help asking: "How much."
"10 times!!" Sean waved his fist fiercely, "I'm just a businessman, I must follow my heart."
The two looked at each other. Although they didn't know what price Xi Sa offered, one thing they knew was that Xi Sa gave all the phosphate mineral mining rights, and Morocco paid 10 times!
If it were the two of them... they wouldn't be able to refuse.
Oh shit!
Damn rich people!
Damn Moroccans!
Sean's eyes swept over the two of them, and he understood that they had felt his determination and that he had given too much money.
"I only asked you two to come here for one thing." Sean smiled and looked at the two of them.
I don't know why, but seeing Sean's smile, the two of them shivered for no reason, as if something terrible was about to happen, their heartbeats were racing and their breathing was heavy.
With a smile, Sean didn't say anything. He stood up and walked behind a silver cabinet in the cabin. He looked up at the two of them and then pushed hard. With a 'boom', the silver cabinet fell into the cabin.
The two of them were confused by Sean's action. What was he trying to do?
In the confusion of the two people's eyes, Sean walked around to the front again. Sean began to move the cabinet with force, shaking as he moved it, and saw a pile of green dollar bills rolling out, clattering, covering the cabinets.
Well at your feet.
A lot of dollar bills rolled to the feet of the two of them, and both of them began to breathe heavily.
After struggling for a long time, Sean lifted the empty cabinet up again, took a deep breath, stretched out his foot and kicked the pile of money. The money flew everywhere, and the two of them watched several bundles of beautiful things.
The money flew out of the window, and subconsciously, the two of them moved away from their seats, almost losing control and reaching out to grab it.
Fortunately, I controlled it, it was almost embarrassing!
The sound of "plop" and "plop" falling into the water sounded, and the two people's ears twitched. Damn it, a distressed feeling rose from the bottom of their hearts.
The two of them are very smart, and of course they know what Sean is doing with this.
"You two!" Sean stepped on the pile of money, clapped his hands, looked at the two of them with a smile and said, "Are we friends now?"
The two looked at Sean in astonishment, and were at a loss for a moment.
It's not that they don't like money, no one doesn't like money, especially green and beautiful knives.
But the two of them couldn't figure out why Sean took out so much money!
The two men hold very high positions in the French and Spanish armies, and are qualified to be commanders of a maritime battle group. Even if it is just a temporary exercise, they are still well-known figures in the army.
When they reach their status, they really cannot accept money casually.
Therefore, neither of them said anything.
"Okay, okay, it seems that my sincerity is not enough!" Sean smiled and walked to the other side, which was a small wine cabinet.
Looking like a lover, Sean opened the cabinet door. There was no wine in the wine cabinet, but it was more valuable than wine!
They are all green and beautiful knives, filling the entire wine cabinet.
Sean reached in and started to pull it out hard. With the sound of "squeaking", the knife piled higher and higher on the ground...
The heartbeats of the two of them were getting faster and faster. Finally, the Frenchman Jonson Arnold couldn't help it anymore and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Damn it, Sean, stop, stop."
"What's wrong!" Sean turned around, the corners of his mouth turned to one side, and he smiled evilly.
"Damn it, what exactly are you going to do? Tell me clearly."
"When making friends, I only talk to friends!"
"Okay then, God, we are friends now, tell me your purpose!"
"My friend." Sean walked back with a smile, kicked away a few stacks of knives at his feet, sat down and said, "I never make things difficult for my friends!"
"This farce in Morocco should end. They have delayed too many things. It is not good for anyone if it continues!"
"So?" Jonson Arnold glanced at the Spaniard.
"In this military exercise, you can't kill me, and I can't let you practice quietly, so now we need a show." Sean pointed at himself and then at the two of them, "One
This confrontation at sea is just like an exercise. The winner can be you, but I cannot lose, and everyone can explain it to me."
"As for the future, we will talk about it later."
"Believe me, I have a way to revitalize Morocco, and the two of you meet at the right time. This is God's arrangement."
"This..." The two of them hesitated.
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