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

Hawaiian Islands.

It was past 4 p.m., and the sun was at its hottest.

On the snow-white beach, Dena was lying leisurely in the shade of a parasol, holding a cold Coke in his left hand and a mobile phone in his right hand, boredly watching the news from Washington.

Suddenly, another mobile phone on his right rang.

With a ding-dong sound, he retracted his gaze from the message and looked at the lit screen of his mobile phone.

Looking at the name on the message, Dena sat up straight and put the Coke in his left hand into his mouth. While drinking the Coke, he scanned the surroundings without blinking.

After confirming that there was no one within 100 meters around him and no one within 200 meters looking in this direction, he put the Coke cup aside, lay down, grabbed the mobile phone on the right, and then used one eye to look at the phone and the other to look around.

There was a photo in the mobile phone, a photo of a rendering.

To be more precise, it was a photo of a rendering of a future fighter jet in space.

This rendering is still a bit crude, but it does not prevent others from seeing the designer's idea.

The background of the whole picture is a larger spaceship whose appearance cannot be seen clearly, and the protagonist in the rendering is a space fighter that looks very sharp.

The light ejected from the tail draws a beautiful arc against the dark background, which also makes this space fighter look particularly comfortable.

Dena's eyes stayed on this space fighter for a moment, and then fell on the background.

The end of the tail flame of the fighter is obviously the hatch of a large ship.

Aircraft carrier in space!

Perfect!

The aesthetics of this space fighter are on the apex of the American people, and the ship behind that cannot be seen clearly is even more fascinating.

Observing the eyes around him, no one really noticed this side. Dena put his hands on the keyboard, pressed the keyboard desperately, and then sent a message.

[This style is good, just press this! ]

After the message was sent, Lin Yu responded quickly, with only a short ok.

After reading the reply, Dena cleared the chat history and threw the phone aside. He continued to use the phone to browse the news from Washington.

Ten minutes later, after reading the message, he exited the mailbox, clicked into Twitter, and started browsing the beach beauties.

…………

Rheinsteel, Lin Yu was not very surprised to receive Dena's reply.

After all, this PPT was made by the Americans themselves in the previous life.

At that time, everyone was vigorously promoting how beautiful this PPT was, and the future world would definitely be dominated by America.

After a few years of promotion, a lot of money was spent, but nothing was left.

At the beginning, Lin Yu, as the person in charge of landing on an alien planet, paid attention to it for a while. Later, he found that these guys only spent money and really couldn't do anything, so he stopped paying attention.

Later, they rushed to Mars and died.

Thinking of these sad things, Lin Yu couldn't help shaking his head, throwing those boring ideas out of his mind, and casually placed his hands on the keyboard, and began to sort out the list according to the memory of the previous life.

After all, he is the CEO of a big company, with so many people under him, how can he do things personally?

It is better to write PPT for his subordinates.

I have to find time later to send a physical examination form to Awad and Carlo, and let them select some people according to the content of the physical examination form.

Don't embarrass yourself by bringing two ugly people out.

Just as he was busy in front of the computer, the door of the study was pushed open from the outside, and Lu Lin walked into the study with a tray. On the tray, there was a bowl of white porridge, a salted duck egg, and some pickles.

"Good morning, Mr. Lin, you are really a workaholic working so early!"

"Miss Lu prepared breakfast so early, I wonder which young talent can enjoy such a blessing?"

"Eat your breakfast!"

"Have you eaten?"

"No!"

"Then eat together! I will go to work after eating!"

"Feed me!"

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Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.

The Said guided missile destroyer, which had just arrived at Jeddah Port, was docked at the dock of Jeddah Port in a posture almost perpendicular to the dock.

Awad stood at the bow, standing at the forwardmost position, with his arms open, and his silk white robe fluttering in the wind.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the golden red sunlight hit him, giving him a thin circle of golden light, making him look like a god.

On the dock in front of the missile destroyer, there were people who heard the news from all over Saudi Arabia. They stood on the dock and took photos and videos desperately.

Some older Saudis even knelt on the ground and cried loudly, worshiping vigorously.

On the bow, Awad enjoyed all this with peace of mind.

At this moment, his vanity was greatly satisfied.

There were 144 hypersonic missiles on this missile destroyer, of which 44 were air defense missiles, and 50 of the remaining 100 were anti-ship missiles, and the last 50 were all sea-based land-to-land missiles.

The nominal range of these missiles is 500 kilometers, but they can be refueled. The amount of refueling depends on the missile model.

Waving to the people standing on the shore, Awad turned around and walked back to the command room. There were many people on the way from the plywood to the command room.

These people are all the crown princes of Saudi Arabia. Not long ago, when they just succeeded to the throne, these people were all their competitors.

But now, they have lost their qualifications to compete.

The ship in hand can threaten most countries in the Middle East and even Europe. Even America is capable of fighting.

With this trump card in hand, Saudi Arabia, which was originally a bit noisy, has now become very quiet, so quiet that Awad was a little surprised.

In addition, the biggest change is these crown princes.

Their eyes had completely lost the luster of fighting for power, leaving only compliments.

Awad looked at these people while slowly walking towards the command room.

Not long after, he appeared in the command room and stood behind the separate command podium.

In front of this separate podium were several crown princes who had competed with Awad for power, as well as several core figures from the Islamic sect within Saudi Arabia.

At this moment, the faces of these people only looked flattering, and they had completely lost their previous unruliness.

Looking at their faces, Awad felt very satisfied.

At the same time, I secretly sighed in my heart that it was not in vain for me to come back this time.

This time when he came back from China, he didn't walk fast or slowly. Anyway, he stopped at all the countries and ports he could stop at.

Even if it was only for an hour, he would go over and have a look.

This is to bring goods to partners, but also to warn others. Of course, it is more of a show off and a warning.

Show off to other countries that Saudi Arabia has a powerful weapon in its hands, a powerful weapon that can threaten people.

But you don’t, so you can only watch.

Even if you want to buy this thing, you can't buy it. You can buy this thing because of your connections!

You can only watch!

As for the warning, it was given to people within Saudi Arabia.

Walking slowly is also giving these people the last time to make a clean break with those people.

When the time comes, the person who can clean it shows that he is a normal person and can still keep it.

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And those who are not clean when the time comes, it means they are a waste. There is no need for waste to live in this world, and living is also a waste.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

Looking at the person in front of him, Awad tapped his fingers lightly on the frosted metal table, and his light blue eyes also fell on the person on the far left, staying on the person for a moment, and then jumped to the next On one person.

When the next person's scalp was numb at the sight, he continued to turn his head and look at the other person.

After he had looked at all the people in front of him, he stopped his fingers and said coldly to the people in front of him:

"I want to carry out radical secular reforms in Saudi Arabia."

"Tell me your opinion!"

The voice was gentle and refined, and even Awad had a gentle smile on his face when he said these words.

Among the people in front of him, there was a younger man who raised his feet after hearing this. Just as he was about to take a step forward and speak, the man next to him raised his hand and slapped him back.

When the other person was patted back, the person patting him immediately retracted his hand and looked at Awad without blinking, without speaking or making any other body movements.

Their actions were seen by other people in the command room, but these people seemed not to see them, or they completely regarded the people standing here as nothing, and were completely immersed in their own work.

The huge command room became eerily quiet.

Several minutes passed before Awad tapped his fingers lightly on the frosted metal plate in front of him again.

The rhythmic knocking also made the people in front of him raise their heads. Just when these people wanted to hear what shocking words Awad was about to say, they heard the new king calmly say:

"Since everyone has no objections, let's pass it unanimously."

"In the coming time, I will repeal some fatwas that hinder the country. I hope that after my orders are issued, you will follow them well and not take orders to counter orders."

"I have given everyone the opportunity, but if they have not expressed their opinions, then I assume that everyone is willing to follow me to make changes."

"But if I find someone is doing something behind the scenes during the reform process, then I will make him regret doing these things."

Awad's eyes gradually became colder as he spoke. His cold eyes swept across people, like sharp blades, causing pain.

After a long time, his eyes softened again, and then he spoke out his first reform order.

"I'll give you half a month to select five astronauts from China. The physical fitness, psychological quality, and professional abilities of these five astronauts must be the best in the country!"

"When the time comes, they will fly to space with Chinese astronauts and stay at the space station."

"If the person elected is a crooked person, he will be embarrassed in front of the whole world. Do you understand?"

After saying these words, Awad let out a heavy breath, turned around and walked out of this exclusive command platform, and returned to his exclusive room on the ship.

After closing the door and isolating the other two worlds, he took out his cell phone, rummaged around inside and found Lin Yu's number.

He couldn't wait to dial the phone, and before the person on the other side could speak, he immediately yelled:

"Lin Yu, what about the pressure-reducing seat you mentioned? You said that even people with poor health can go to space?"

"Why are your requirements so strict?"

"Is it possible that what you said at the beginning were all lies to me and my funds?"

"Let me tell you, I, Awad, want to go to space myself. I am 47 years old this year. I don't know how long I can live. Anyway, if you don't send me to heaven in the next time."

"Even if I become a ghost, I will still have to haunt you!"

Rheinsteel, listening to the threats that were not serious or serious on the phone, Lin Yu chuckled, put the mobile phone in his left hand into his right, leaned on the chair, and said to Awadkopp very seriously:

"Well...if you die, you will most likely go to your heaven, and you won't be able to come to our place."

"If you become a ghost, you have to cross the border between the two sides first, otherwise you won't be able to come."

"After you come here, you have to have an identity first, otherwise you won't be able to find me at all."

"Because the ghosts here are divided into jurisdictions. Unless there are special circumstances, ordinary ghosts cannot leave the jurisdiction."

"What's more, an outsider like you is a key target of supervision!"

Awad, who was on the other side of the phone, naturally heard Lin Yu's teasing. He was in a good mood and responded to Lin Yu's teasing easily.

"I can pay, I pay to buy my identity, but I don't believe that I have so much money, and I can't exchange it for the money I will use after I turn into a ghost!"

"Okay, tell me, what would it cost to send a body like mine to space?"

At this moment, the voice on the phone became extremely serious and completely unlike Awad.

Lin Yu pondered for a moment, and then replied in a solemn tone:

"Your body is not very good. Even if there is a technological breakthrough in the future, your body is not very good."

"You have to exercise first and at least ensure the most basic physical health before I dare to send you up."

"Otherwise if I send the front foot up, Saudi Arabia will be in chaos inside the back foot."

While answering, Lin Yu thought of himself in his previous life.

Even though he was over 70 years old in that life, his 70-year-old body and long-term exercise habits allowed him to still pass the astronaut test, become the person in charge of the Mars development project, and travel across the sea of ​​​​stars to Mars.

And that ghost body of Awad...

It’s hard to describe in one word.

Even if there was a slight possibility of an accident, he would not dare to gamble.

But soon, his sincerity fed the dog.

Less than 10 seconds after he finished speaking, Awad's cheerful voice came from the phone:

"Not enough money, right?"

"This is simple. I will immediately ask Rawat to transfer 1 billion to your account. This money will be used exclusively to develop safe cockpits."

"As for me going to space myself, I can go and exercise, but I still think you are not skilled enough."