Scholars in the courtyard

"Angry? Hatred?"

Bekojing showed his yellow teeth, looking like he was enjoying himself.

"Then remember me, hate me, kill me! Hahaha..."

After that, people leave.

The roar of hatred and the man's evil smile were heard again in the dungeon.

"Captain, this is the list of relevant personnel!"

Just after walking out of the dungeon, the hound followed quickly and handed over a list.

The vicious dog Bekogin smiled. After taking the list, he just glanced at it, then took out the pen from the hound's pocket and wrote a name at the end.

Tchaikarikov!

The hound's eyes suddenly shrank, then returned to normal.

As a bald betrayer, he had no choice after switching sides.

This is why the vicious dogs are not shy about him.

"Arrest according to the list!"

"I'd rather miss it than let it go!"

The vicious dog said a few words and got in the car to leave. The dog stood upright and loudly accepted the order.

After the car was far away, the hound turned around and came to the dungeon.

Struggling, roaring, cursing, laughter.

boom

There was a gunshot, and the head of the man who was tearing off his clothes exploded, and red and white things fell on Alyosha.

The people around him instantly dispersed.

The hound stepped forward, staring at Alyosha.

Their eyes collided.

Then, step forward and continue what the man failed to do just now.

Alyosha turned her head and looked at Asha beside her, and the dead-eyed look was deeply etched in her mind!

Hatred is engraved in my bones!

At this time, the entire alliance had exploded because of this incident.

League officials were called out one by one, and everyone involved was taken away, no matter who was behind the scenes or how tough they were.

At this time, the leader of the alliance was covering his head and closing his eyes in pain.

Yesterday, he also paid attention to the growth of corn and got very satisfactory answers.

This made him immersed in the imagination of the corn harvest.

How should we appear in front of the public, and then say, the future of the alliance is infinitely bright?

Let me say it again, our future is in our hands.

But today, the ruthless wind shattered everything and this light.

The pictures of corn falling down and the evaluation reports one after another were like the muzzle of a gun pressed against his temple, making his head go into chaos and he lost his former calmness.

Even without his knowledge, this accident would affect his political life.

The alliance is originally a group with intertwined interests.

When there is a strong leader, the alliance countries can unite around them, burst out with centralized power, and lead the alliance to prosper.

But when the leader is weak and lacks prestige.

Those who stare at the throne of power will raise their swords without hesitation!

Not only that, what happens in the alliance is also spread to everyone who cares through radio waves.

Across the Pacific.

In the office, a man with a sinister expression, a hooked nose, and curly hair danced the tango in the office, and his leather shoes made a dull sound as he stepped on the carpet.

It's just that this dance is a bit unbearable, so he can only immerse himself in it and entertain himself.

The middle-aged Mediterranean beside him could only grin helplessly and keep a professional smile.

"Smith, how are you? I've spent a lot of time on this. The beautiful Ms. Mengsha praised my progress!"

Smith complained in his heart after hearing this, Mengsha, is that a compliment to you?

"Sir, please forgive me, this kind of dance is really not suitable for you."

Smith did not save face for the hook-nosed man at all, and the man did not feel displeased at such a direct evaluation. Instead, he walked to Smith with a smile, "Really? But I remember Mrs. Winger is very good at it. You said I want to Don’t you want to ask for advice?”

Smith showed an embarrassed smile, "Sir, you have to wear a bulletproof vest, otherwise Mr. Smith's Winchester will not be very discerning."

"Hahaha"

"Just kidding, just kidding!"

The man smiled and finally lay down on the sofa nearby.

"Then, dear Mr. Smith, tell me the delightful news."

"As you command, sir."

Smith opened the file, which contained news from people inside the alliance.

"According to intelligence, the alliance initially estimates that at least one-fifth of the alliance's corn crops will be lost this time, and this data will be updated in real time."

"In addition, due to the reduction in corn production, the highland barley feed they use for processing will also be affected, which will indirectly affect the output of livestock, resulting in shortages of meat, milk and other foods!"

"According to the predictions of our experts, if they want to get through this cold winter without causing panic among the people, they have to use their food reserves."

As Smith said, the man happily stood up and picked up the cigar box on the table, took out one and burned it slowly with a lighter.

"Of course, they can also buy food, but..."

At this point, Smith glanced at the man and did not continue.

The man laughed out loud after hearing this.

In this period of time when we are just recovering from injuries after the war, the world's food is in a state of semi-starvation. That is to say, they can do large-scale transactions in food, which is a drop in the bucket like other countries.

Yes, this is an idiom that men learned from Huaxia. It is very practical to describe the scene at this time.

"What else could they do?"

The man asked without interest.

"gentlemen."

Smith answered simply, "According to expert predictions, there will be continuous rain there in the next three days."

"Really? That's really sad news."

The man expressed compassion, but in Smith's eyes it was particularly hypocritical.

"Okay, let's talk about the situation in the country."

The man thought for a while. After the alliance collapsed this time, the country might have been taken advantage of.

At this point, Smith was a little helpless, "Sir, you have to be mentally prepared."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Smith placed a document into the man's hands.

The man took it, glanced at it casually, and then jumped up from the sofa.

"Damn it, idiots, trash, a bunch of colorless trash!"

The man slammed the document onto the table and cursed loudly.

This appearance did not meet Smith's expectations.

Because he had the same expression when he got this report.

This is a survey report on the domestic jade cultivation situation.

The above teaching evidence has been reduced by half compared to last year.

The reason for this is entirely the wrong decision made by the Agricultural Alliance after hearing that the alliance had "hope" for high-yield corn.

So when those farmers saw that there was no profit, they gave up their original plan of planting corn.

When he got the report, in addition to anger, he also felt gloating.

If those farmers knew that such a thing would happen, they would probably regret it!

Don’t think that the alliance will definitely try its best to buy food, so the price will definitely go up!

Stupid vampire.

"How dare they? Didn't they promise that they would maintain half the limit?"

The man was still roaring, and his voice filled the office. People outside heard the noise and stayed away again, for fear of harming Chi Yu.

"Sir, it's obvious they don't care about your life."

Smith added fuel to the fire at this time, and the man's eyes immediately turned red.

It took a long time to regain his senses, "Smith, tell me, how much corn can we bring out?"

Hearing this, Smith opened a document again, "Unless we use our food reserves, the food we can export can only meet one-tenth of the alliance's needs."

boom!

When the man heard this number, he punched the table hard.

"One tenth is enough for what?"

Although he never thought that such an 'accident' would occur in the alliance, he still had hopes for the mysterious 'China' in his heart.

And when this expectation became reality, he only thought of one thing, maximizing interests.

No matter what method China used to do it, or the matter itself was the alliance's mistake, no matter these or those, he just wanted to use the moment to make the most profit.

And this kind of interest is not money, or something substantial, but the impact behind the matter and the benefits brought by the impact.

Therefore, after learning about this incident, he had automatically planned a series of follow-up measures in his mind.

They will use this alliance crisis to demonstrate the superiority of their social nature, so that voices of "yearning for freedom and democracy" will appear in the alliance, making those people feel that "their God is bluer, the air is fresher, and the people are richer."

Then in the ideological field, a trend was formed.

Erosion is carried out ideologically and culturally.

This is what he has been doing all these years.

And this opportunity is the perfect time to push.

But now, how can he not be angry because of the forced measures taken by those fat-minded guys who don't cooperate?

After a moment, the man reluctantly accepted the fact.

It is impossible for him to open up grain reserves in the country. That would be too dangerous and his superiors would not approve it.

Therefore, he could only make some efforts with limited food.

Sitting on the sofa again, picking up the unlit cigar, the man solemnly confessed to Smith, "From now on, when the whole world purchases food, I will raise the price."

"Also, let those idiots take action and tell them that if they want to make more money, the price must be higher."

Smith nodded and left.

After Smith walked away, the man cursed at the empty house for a while before sitting back at the table.

The follow-up plan began to be perfected in my mind.

After thinking for a moment, the man picked up the phone. It was an ocean-going phone marked EUR.

"Hey, help me pick up Wudu."

After waiting for a moment, a female voice came from the other side, "Hello, sir."

"Hello, please help me find Section Chief John. Just tell him that his old friend is looking for him."

"OK."

Not long after, an enthusiastic voice came from the phone. The man smiled, then put his feet on the desk, "John, do you know what happened in the alliance?"

"I have a plan, do you want to participate?"

"Okay, let's make an appointment. What did you think of the Crimson House in Huadu last time?"

"That's great, we can work together. Of course, for such a big cake, we can invite a few old friends."

"Okay, I'll take a plane there tomorrow. We'll see you then."

The man talked for a while and then hung up the phone.

The general direction has been finalized, so the next step is how to expand the contradictions in the alliance, preferably into political struggles.

They may be lacking in artillery and tanks, but when it comes to economics and political methods, they have never been afraid of anyone.

DingTalk

The man pressed the call bell on the table, and soon there was a knock on the door.

Then secretary Meng Sha walked in, still holding the folder on her chest.

Perhaps because she knew the good news about the alliance, Mengsha also had a smile on her dignified face.

It's just that this smile looks more calm, but it forms a strong contrast with the proud figure, making it even more tempting.

"gentlemen."

The man admired the contradictory beauty of the woman and finally stood up from the table.

The blinds were quickly drawn.

Half an hour later, Mengsha left the office and began to contact the airport to arrange a flight.

She needs two tickets.

The office is tidy again.

Cigar smoke filled the air and the man calmed down.

Then the man remembered something and quickly took out the "Thirty-Six Stratagems" from the drawer.

His fingers were stroking gently, and his eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Crying to hide the truth and draw out the fire under the cauldron?"

"Yes! This must be a conspiracy designed by China. They must know that the alliance will take action, so they will use the plan to gain profits from it."

The man was in high spirits and kept stroking the cover with his palms.

"Yes, that must be the case."

"Then they will."