When you are rich, there is Rheinmetall; when you are poor, there is Rheinsteel!

Dulbi spoke in a very low voice, but the people who were arguing heard it clearly.

After the voice fell, the people who were arguing all stopped talking and looked at the top student at the same time, each one more confused than the other.

Especially Arabila.

This 50-year-old Arab man was originally arguing with his companions about whether to agree to the Russians' conditions, but now, this sentence directly burned his CPU.

What do you mean by your classmate?

I asked you to tell me that you want to be a chess player, a chessboard, or a chess piece.

No. Can't you finish your words?

You are so old, can't you finish asking questions and come back?

I want to say a few words, but I don't know where to start, because I have no idea at all.

After a short period of confusion, cold sweat came out of Arabila's vest, and in just a dozen seconds, his vest was soaked.

The confusion in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by a fierceness.

That was the fierceness of killing people.

He turned around and slid to the window.

His sharp eyes swept across the street outside the window. The old lady selling chicken racks was still there, and the man selling pancakes was still there.

Those old men were not afraid of the cold weather and were actually sitting there playing cards.

The woman in the next building was beating her child again.

Everything was normal.

Arabila looked for a while and finally confirmed that there was no one outside. He was just scaring himself.

He took a deep breath and pulled the curtains. He came to Dolby again, frowned, and asked solemnly: "What did your classmate say to you? Tell me more."

After saying that, he distributed the lunch boxes on the table to the other people, picked up one of them, and started eating.

After organizing his words, Durby explained, "That person is a student of our principal, and today the principal suddenly called me and my tutor over."

"Give my tutor a paper, and while my tutor was reading the paper, the person I should call senior said to me directly, but I have a question for you."

"Do you want to be a chess player, a chessboard, or a chess piece?"

"Finally, he said he knew what we were purchasing, and he had those things."

A few words stopped the people who were eating frantically.

In fact, there was a bit too much information in these few words.

Arabila had a vague impression of the principal of Shengmajiagou Vocational and Technical College. In recent years, they have sent some students to study in China every year.

When he sent Durby here, he had met the principal.

A very kind person, and he talked to him for a long time.

He also told him that there were many places for international students, and he could send more people over.

But he knew that he was a big shot that he could not reach.

After that, other people sent them. Calculating the time, it has been 6 years since that meeting.

How could his last disciple know what he purchased?

Could it be the Chinese government?

This question flashed in his mind for a second, and then was thrown out by Arabila.

If it was the Chinese government, there would be no need to go through so much trouble. That person should appear directly in front of him, instead of letting Durbi convey it.

Frowning and thinking for a while, he didn't figure it out. Arabila lowered his head and started to compete with the lunch box in his hand.

In two or three minutes, a lunch box was eaten clean.

Putting down the lunch box, he looked at Durbi and asked in a deep voice: "Did he agree on the time and place with you?"

This question made Durbi's face wrinkled into a bitter gourd. He scratched his face awkwardly with his hand and replied:

"He set the place in my dormitory, but didn't say the time."

Hearing this explanation, Arabila felt a toothache.

Raising his hand to stop Durbi who wanted to continue talking, he turned and walked back to his room and began to clean himself up.

Two hours later, a delicate and elegant Arab appeared in front of everyone.

The clothes were normal gray casual suits, and he wore a classic Arab hat on his head. The beard on his cheeks was carefully combed with a comb and even oiled.

Seeing this uncle who was completely different from his memory, Durby was about to speak, but Arabila stopped him again:

"Let's go. I'll go see your classmate."

…………

Walking through the long corridor, Lin Yu stopped in front of the house number 327, exhaled the air in his lungs, and knocked on the door gently.

A few seconds later, the door opened, Durby stuck his head out, nodded to the person in front of him, and then the two bodies staggered, Lin Yu walked into the room, and Durby stood outside the door.

Walking into the room, Lin Yu saw the Arab sitting in the middle of the room at a glance, and on the table in front of this Arab, there was a chess set.

When Lin Yu looked at the man, Arabila was also looking at Lin Yu.

Very young.

This was Arabila's first thought when he saw Lin Yu, and then he was more curious.

Curious about the source of this person's intelligence?

I was even more curious about what method this person was going to use to convince me.

Palestinians are poor, so they can't be as rich as Saudi Arabia.

When buying things, you have to be careful.

Nodding to Lin Yu opposite, Arabila raised his hand and pointed at the chess on the table, and said calmly: "Sit down."

"You asked me if I want to be a chess piece, a chessboard, or a chess player."

"I can give you an answer now, but the premise is that you have to play a game with me."

As soon as the voice fell, Arabilla saw the person opposite him walk to the chair and sit down, then put his hands on the table, and with a sudden swipe, he swept the chess on the table directly to the ground.

Then, a harmless and gentle voice sounded: "The chess player I like is called Liu Qi."

Arabila remained silent. He was trying to think about the names of famous chess players in China in recent years.

Outside the door, hearing the sound of chess pieces falling to the ground, Durby turned the door open, stuck his head into the room, and looked at the two curiously.

His action disrupted Arabilla's thoughts.

Shaking his head, he waved Durby to continue to guard outside, and then said to Lin Yu: "I haven't heard of this name."

"You should speak frankly."

He was really scared.

Who would flip the table right away?

This is completely different from the Chinese people he had seen, and there is no reference at all.

Hearing what he said, Lin Yu stretched his head forward and said, "I'm short of money, but I have equipment."

"You're short of equipment, and you don't have much money, but it's just enough to fill my gap."

"Cooperation. How about it? A business in a word."

Looking at the young man opposite, Arabila had an illusion that the person in front of him was not a young man, but a big man who had been in a high position for many years.

After a moment of silence, he slowly raised his head, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and asked:

"What equipment?"

Lin Yu took the cannon left on the table and took a picture:

"Some raw materials for rockets."

"You only need to get the raw materials from us, and you can produce according to the drawings. Or it is more appropriate to call it assembly."

"Of course, in order to show our sincerity, I can help you adjust the next strategy."

"It can make you live better than now."

"How?"