Mr. Barton next to him said, "Mr. Bao, if you really don't know how to solve it."
"Let them build roads and bridges."
"Now all regions of Iraq are in urgent need of additional labor."
The eyes of the heads of various regions at the scene lit up instantly and they all looked at him.
"Mr. Bao, I think this is a good idea."
"Yeah, I agree."
“This method is very good!”
...
The scene instantly became lively, and everyone agreed with Patton's suggestion, thinking that these tens of thousands of free laborers would help build their homes.
The corner of Bao Junyi's mouth twitched. He didn't expect that the four ancient countries of Blue Star all knew how to use the landlords' tricks and exploit the lower classes.
They had all kept silent before, but now that there were benefits and free labor, they all stood up.
He rubbed his brow and said, "The think tank needs to come up with a plan for this matter."
"Then, we will divide them according to regions and needs. However, we cannot allow too many people to die or run away."
"If people escape from any region, then sorry, all the free labor you enjoyed will be taken back and redistributed to other regions."
At this time, officials from various regions present looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
“We’re all fine!”
The meeting lasted half a day, and part of the $16 billion was used as rewards for the military.
The rest, in accordance with regional plans, were all allocated to Iraqi finances.
Bao Junyi had never thought of using this money. Now the return on his investment in Sakura Country is dozens of times more than here.
Besides, if he really wants the money, it would be easy to do.
Bao Junyi ended the meeting and dragged his tired body back to the palace.
...
However.
He didn't know that all the nations were shocked by Israel's compromise.
They never expected that Israel, the little bully of the Middle East, would be defeated so quickly by the Miracle Group's troops.
What shocked other countries even more was the Miracle Group's strong long-range strike capability.
In just a few hours, a city's power supply was paralyzed, and related military facilities were attacked by various advanced cruise missiles.
Moreover, it was still early in the morning, when the sky was still dark and gray. How could they do it?
Among them, the Pentagon in the United States.
At this time, Defense Minister Gaspar Wenbogo asked, "Have you investigated the reason behind the Miracle Group's attack?"
"How come their cruise missiles are so accurate, and at night, before daybreak?"
"Have you produced any results from your CIA investigation?"
Magnus, the CIA director sitting nearby, replied: "Minister, we have conducted multiple investigations."
"Currently, it has been discovered that Miracle Group's airborne troops appeared in Israel before the war broke out."
"As for what to do specifically, we are still investigating."
"However, it definitely has a lot to do with the Miracle Group airstrike."
Defense Minister Gaspar Wenbogo frowned, obviously dissatisfied with this answer.
He continued to ask, "Are the subsonic electronic pulse bombs used by Miracle Group purchased from the black market in the United States?"
"Has our military lost the electronic pulse bomb that was recently developed?"
The head of the military industry department nearby said, "Minister, after verification, none of the pulse bombs produced were lost."
"Did Miracle Group purchase the items from the Bear Country?"
"Also, the electronic pulse bombs we produce have a range of only a few dozen kilometers. They are not as powerful as those used by the Miracle Group on the battlefield in Israel."
“Bang!”
Gaspar Wenbogo slammed his hand on the table, his face darkening as he angrily said, "Isn't it glorious to say that?"
"What the hell? The US spends so much on military spending every year, yet they can't develop anything better than a private company?"
"If the outside world knew about this, they would think it was ridiculous."
However.
At this point, the military industry department was dissatisfied and retorted: "Minister, the military does spend a lot of money every year."
"But don't you know how much is left in the hands of our military industry department?"
"What's more, Miracle Group's annual research and development budget is as high as tens of billions of US dollars."
Gaspar Wenbogo's face changed, and he forgot about what happened inside.
The network of relationships within the military is now complex and intricate. If you are not careful, you will easily lose control of someone else's cake. Even he, the Minister of Defense, cannot delve into it too deeply.
Now even if the president comes, he can only shake his head and walk away, not wanting to take action against him.
If you touch him, you will hurt yourself. Moreover, every year there are several cases of high-ranking American officials dying at home from various inexplicable diseases.
...
night.
Bao Junyi received another call from Jia Yuezheng.
"Bao Sheng, today Miracle Bank has used up half of its Hong Kong dollars."
"Besides, the people behind this are spreading panic through public opinion..."
He interrupted directly: "Lao Jia, I understand."
"I will return to Hong Kong tomorrow and everything will proceed as normal."
"Okay, Baosheng."
Bao Junyi looked at Ragna beside him and his daughter Bao Zhining in his arms.
She looked reluctant, holding her daughter right in front of her, saying nothing, just watching.
Bao Junyi understood very well that she wanted to keep him a little longer through her daughter, but he had to go.
The current international environment and the crises everywhere have pushed him forward, and Miracle Bank is the best example.
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