1075 Let’s go to Dubai!
If that happens, Iran, its fellow sufferer, would really want to start a fight with its missiles, but, alas, it has no legitimate reason to do so.
Since ancient times, wars have always had to have a legitimate reason. Even if you are looking for an excuse, there must be a reason.
Now, the Chinese buddy is here, and that is the best reason. Anyone who dares to touch China, or touch the supplies that China buys from its Iranian brothers, well, you are finished.
Although this is just a bait for China, it can definitely make a lot of money.
Mr. Zhou stroked the thermos in his hand and said with some embarrassment: "But we have too much supplies. If we go to Dubai for a circle, there is no serious reason-"
Hey, before he could finish his words, Jing Shu coughed softly beside him: "Mr. Zhou, you forgot, we still have seven or eight ships of beer that haven't been sold. Oh no, to be more specific, including what you and I have, there should be 13 ships of beer."
"Ten, thirteen ships???" Anang's neck was a little stiff, and he suspected that he had heard it wrong. Just now, they clearly bought many tons of beer and thought that this was most of the inventory of the Huaxia Group. After all, it was a luxury product, how could there be so many of them.
But now, I hear it again, 13 ships? How many tons would that be? No, how many tons?
Huaxia team, how come you have so many luxury goods?
but--
Yang Yang's eyes lit up: "If all this beer is exchanged for oil, that would be great, and Dubai is incredibly rich."
Trading beer for oil is a huge profit. You can produce a full shipload of beer in two weeks, but oil can't.
Although China also has many oil fields that have not been mined, and even after the end of the world, mining has been banned, it is because China wants to leave more resources to future generations and would rather save money and tighten its belt.
The Chinese people have always been a nation of righteousness. They live frugally, saving the best food for their descendants while often going hungry themselves. With their sweat and wisdom, they pave a path to happiness for their descendants.
Mr. Zhou also wanted to get more oil back. Although this was a bit beyond his plan, he thought about it and said, "Then let's go to Dubai and exchange all the beer in our hands for oil. It will buy us some time."
Anang's eyes lit up, and the eyes of the bodyguards also lit up.
Since the Huaxia group was about to set off for Dubai, it was natural for Anang to see them off. When the auction ended in the evening, Anang warmly entertained everyone in the Huaxia team.
Dinner was served in their special stone fort, which was their famous Persian rice and meat pies.
Although the conditions were not good at that time and the meat pies were made of black dough and black meat of unknown origin, the bodyguards of the Huaxia Group were still very happy to eat them. After all, they were not picky eaters.
"I would like to follow you on this trip. What do you think, Mr. Zhou? If there is a translator or anything else, there will be someone to take care of them." After asking, Anang noticed that the two people attacked by Mr. Zhou did not look like Chinese translators, but more like locals.
After seeing Anang looking at Jie and Mamahas with a puzzled look, Yang Yang introduced them enthusiastically, "This is Mas and Hans' diplomat."
"Shouldn't diplomats be local? Why are they here with their best friends?"
So Yang Yang gave a brief introduction.
After hearing this, Anang's expression suddenly became strange.
Zhou Lao drank a cup of wolfberry tea, which suppressed the strange smell of the black meat pie. He gave a thumbs up and said, "This meat pie is really delicious. By the way, what did you say just now? You want to come with us? That's fine—"
Jingshu covered her mouth and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, he is indeed a socialite. He has become picky about the food she has fed him recently, but he still manages to praise her with a clear conscience."
Anang's face turned pale and he coughed suddenly: "No, no, no, my dear friend, I suddenly remembered that it's the end of the year, and I've been busy with work recently. The construction here also requires me, so I won't go--"
Wherever these Chinese buddies went, diplomats from that place were killed. If he had followed them, he didn't know whether he would be able to come back alive.
Why!
Jie and Mamahas sighed in their hearts, feeling a little regretful. They also wanted to see if something unexpected would happen to Anang if he followed him.
The next day, although Anang did not go, he sent many armed soldiers. No matter what, Anang would not come on his own.
The Chinese friends are like magnets that attract trouble for some reason. He should just keep an eye on the situation and provide the most impractical shield behind them at any time.
As he bid farewell, Anang beat his chest and emphasized, "1,400 miles! Within the range of our secret weapons!"
Yang Yang also patted his chest lightly: "I understand." Dubai is also within the range.
The large army set off again, this time with only some tanks guarding the road, without much other armed forces, but there were still rows of extra-long trucks.
They were at the Iranian border at this time, and arrived at the coast in one afternoon, and then returned to their fleet. There happened to be an empty cargo ship to transport the team temporarily transferred by Anang.
Since she would never return to this place, Jingshu had a lot of luggage. Not only did she need to destroy some of the holes she had drilled, but she also had to let the insects take all kinds of supplies back to the fleet to load them on board.
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