Li Chenghao chuckled and said: "There are not many levels left. I have no place to put the remaining big ones. Do you like the Mi-17 or Mi-20? If you do, take it home."

"The flying monkey is OK, the monkey is thundering, Baguan!"

He gave a thumbs up,

Zhang Guobin grinned: "It seems that Big Brother has contracted the aristocratic disease. If you have enough money, he will sell anything."

"Since the Mechanical Battalion plans to expand, let's build it. The land in northern Myanmar is enough to support them, but forget about other things. Remember, we are businessmen."

Li Chenghao nodded repeatedly: "Remember, boss!"

Businessmen make the mistake of spending money to pay for their war effort, which is the same as making random investments of capital. Once the expenditure is not proportional to the income, they will immediately fall into bankruptcy.

The purchase of military supplies is a large project costing tens or hundreds of millions of dollars. If we really want to develop the army and Yihai, we don't have enough money.

Yes, He Yihai is a tough guy in the club, but a diminutive among the warlords.

To be precise, it is not an inter-military company at all, but a legal company with security capabilities. Being such a legal company in the international community is more comfortable than being a warlord.

At least, the influence of the association can be maintained, assets can flow into international trade, and international rules can be used to protect itself.

Zhang Guobin is not so slow as to go to the countryside to become a warlord. He looks majestic, but in fact he still has to spend US dollars to buy other topics abroad and eventually work for the Yankees.

Warlords in the 19th century were real bosses, while warlords in the 20th century were wage earners, but He Yihai's membership level in Big Brother...

Um

In fact, it is still useful.

For example, we can carry out arms trade for the mainland, and privately transfer some things that Big Brother refuses to sell, and then study and study them carefully.

In terms of military research in the mainland, buying one is equivalent to buying a production line.

However, transactions between countries are too dynamic, there are too many things to consider, and the prices may be different.

There are some things that corrupt Soviet officials are willing to sell to international businessmen, but may not be willing to sell to regional countries.

"It's just that businessmen should try not to interfere in official matters. To avoid suspicion, they should not take the initiative to bring it up."

"If this kind of thing is done well, people will be jealous, if it is done badly, it will be criticized, but there are places in the mainland that need purchasing agents. When the mainland comes forward, they can help with the procurement." He thought to himself.

The next day.

Hutchison Building, conference room.

Zhang Guobin, wearing a new suit and a red tie, strode into the venue with high spirits.

"Ugh!"

The fifteen directors stood up together, bowed and shouted: "President!"

"Good morning!"

Zhang Guobin sat on the first chair at the top, leaning on the back of the chair and crossing his legs. Behind him was the blue sky and city buildings.

He swept his right hand across the conference room tabletop, which was smooth and spotless, as if he was preparing for it every day.

"sit!"

He put his hands on his legs, smiled and nodded slightly.

There is no strangeness in the words,

It feels like returning home.

"yes!"

"President!"

The fifteen group directors shouted in unison, slowly sat back on their chairs, and looked at the man on the chair with an expression full of admiration and admiration.

"Ah Zhong!"

Causeway Bay.

A French restaurant.

Wu Hongxi was wearing a suit, sitting in a private room, raising his glass of red wine politely.

"Have a drink first!"

A young man with a fair face wearing a peaked cap and denim jacket raised the red wine glass on the table and saluted: "Wu privater,"

"Invite me to such a high-end place?"

"Something's wrong!" He clinked a glass, drank with his head held high, spoke in a glib tone, and behaved very politely, but his dress was incompatible with a high-end restaurant.

Wu Hongxi admitted frankly: "Of course there is something wrong."

"I have something for you to do!"

"Speak up, Mr. Wu." Ah Zhong raised a pair of shrewd eyes, looked forward, and said playfully: "If anything happens, you want me to sell my life."

Wu Hongxi picked up the knife and fork and cut the French foie gras in front of him.

"I remember that you liked to eat foie gras the most when you were studying. This shop's foie gras is very famous. Would you like to try it?"

He put a piece of foie gras into his mouth,

At the same time, Ah Zhong cut a piece with a knife, put it in his mouth and chewed: "There is no need to say more polite words. In the world of martial arts, if a brother draws the lottery of life and death, the big brother will treat him to a good meal."

"I think the police department is the same, right?"

Wu Hongxi chuckled: "The Police Force is a public department, how can it be the same as Young and Dangerous?"

"Sounding." Ah Zhong smiled.

Wu Hongxi ate his meal and said: "Recently, the ghost guy from above has issued a death order to inquire more about He Yihai. I have received news that He Yihai will send a group of people to northern Myanmar in the near future. I hope you can go.

"

Ah Zhong's expression froze and he said solemnly: "Sir, you want me to go to that place in northern Myanmar where birds don't shit?"

Wu Hongxi said: "You can't find out any information in Tunjiang. Instead of wasting time in Tunjiang, it's better to go to Xibei to look for opportunities to make meritorious deeds."

"Our Political Department and 0 Ji, serious cases are in two places. We don't need to keep you on a long-term basis, and we won't keep you in the club forever."

"After completing this matter, I will return to the police force and be awarded the title of senior police inspector. If I have the experience of being an undercover agent in a society in the future, I will be promoted faster than others."

Ah Zhong completely believes in Wu Hongxi’s words. After finishing this matter, he can return to the Political Department, but the prerequisite is that he is destined to come back.

The sky is high in the north and the emperor is far away, and the laws of Xiangjiang cannot control it at all, let alone support it in a practical sense.

Where guns are law!

He Yihai is the emperor!

He shook the red wine glass with a bitter look on his face: "The reason why an undercover agent is an undercover agent is that he is protected by his colleagues in the police force and the law. Does an undercover agent who leaves the country still count as an undercover agent?"

"At that time, if there is a mistake or a doubt, I will be killed in the wilderness without any trace of my body."

He could understand that the Political Department wanted to keep an eye on He Yihai's decisions.

Because, the whole world knows that Zhang Sheng has entered the Grand Court.

But he was very sad: "Private Wu, in the three years I have been in Heyihai, I have never done anything illegal, let alone risked my life."

Wu Hongxi said seriously: "This is because you are not qualified enough!"

"It's not that He Yihai is clean and innocent!"

Ah Zhong took a deep breath: "I know."

Wu Hongxi said: "In addition, you have been supported by the Hong Kong government's welfare plan since you were a child. The government paid for your study abroad. The Hong Kong government has supported you for your whole life."

"You can't be a white-eyed wolf, right?"

"After you finish this matter, come back and work for the Political Department. Your future will be better than mine. As for the dangers, there are always dangers. Two salaries are not that easy to get!" Wu Hongxi narrowed his eyes slightly with a look of shock: "In the past two years, I have been a police officer.

The team's control over undercover agents is becoming more and more strict, because undercover agents get into trouble and defect too frequently, so don't even think about escaping. Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes, so how can you escape!"

Ah Zhong pursed his lips and buried his head deeply.

Wu Hongxi raised his glass: "Do a good job, this glass of wine will see you off."

Ah Zhong raised his peaked cap and picked up the wine glass: "Ding."

After clinking glasses, he drank and asked: "Is it really just collecting intelligence?"

Wu Hongxi said: "Yes, there may be some follow-up actions, but that is the matter of the Military Intelligence Office, and we don't need to worry about it."

Twenty minutes later.

A young man walked out of the restaurant with his head down, raised his hand to swing his peaked cap, put his hat on an angle, put his hands into his jeans pockets, and jogged along the street with his head down.

That night.

Causeway Bay, Yiwen Nightclub.

Ah Zhong found an area with familiar people and familiar roads in a place with colorful lights, crowded people, and a smoky atmosphere.

"Brother!"

He stood by the sofa, bowed and shouted,
To be continued...