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"Have you asked other people about the accuracy of the news?" After listening to Sean tell the news he heard, Old Bu asked after a little thought.

"No." Shawn shook his head, there was no way to ask that, until he wasn't sure if the other party was involved in the alliance.

Just like King Gigi, everyone can say that the cooperation has been very good, but this matter has been planned for a long time, and I have not received any news from myself.

It's not good for him to call King Gigi directly and ask him why he didn't tell him.

That would only appear to be politically naive.

Even between ordinary people, they are afraid of brothers suffering, and they are afraid of brothers driving Land Rover, not to mention between countries.

Well, to a certain extent, Sean represents a national-level force outside, and this standard should also be used when dealing with relationships.

"It's fine if you don't." The old cloth nodded, he was afraid that Sean would get angry and impulsive, young man, angry.

After pondering for a while, the old cloth continued: "If there are many countries in series, it will be difficult for us to do it. Although those small countries in the United Nations do not have much say, the reason why the United Nations exists is because everyone is willing to communicate through this alliance. , what's more, in this matter, Lao Maozi must be happy to see it happen."

"Once we can get the consent of the majority of countries, there is nothing we can do."

"I think so too, so, didn't I come to you? Uncle Bush has been in politics for so many years, and he has not dealt with too many crises. There will be a way to think about it." Sean smiled and complimented.

Bush smiled and shook his head, a compliment he accepted.

"In my opinion, this matter must be instigated by someone behind the scenes, otherwise, those small countries will not jump out, so when we find out, the matter is almost irreversible, and this matter will inevitably be discussed in the United Nations, So, what we are thinking about now is how to minimize the loss, and you have to be prepared for this.”

"The restriction bill will definitely come out, and even if we tangle with them at the United Nations on some details, the end result is just a delay for a while."

Sean took a deep breath, "I understand that."

"Okay, since you are mentally prepared, then we can discuss how to deal with it now." Old Bu smiled and said, "Don't be so serious, since this kind of thing happened, it's useless to get angry."

"That's what I said, but it's hard not to get angry when things come to an end, don't let me know who's behind the instigation, fuck!" Sean said through gritted teeth.

"We can actually look for it from history. The history of world development in the last three hundred years tells us that there are only so many countries that have sufficient influence on the international situation, such as Britain, France, Germany, Russia, and the United States." Old Bu picked up a piece of paper, I wrote a few words on it, "and each of these five countries has its own characteristics."

"Like the best British diplomacy, the Russians have never had friends."

"France and Germany used to be strong, but now they're all gone."

"And this method, at first glance, is the style of the British. They are best at balancing and attacking opponents through diplomatic means. The most famous is the European balance policy. France and Germany are both victims. Well, the whole world is victim."

"So, since we didn't do this, it must be the British, and only they have that kind of influence."

Sean raised his brows, are you so sure?

Also, this is not what we did, did it expose something?

"British!" Sean repeated as he took out a small notebook from his pocket and took the old cloth's pen to write something.

Laobu: ? ? ?

Majafak, what are you recording!

"Uh, it's nothing." Sean put away the notebook, looked up to see Old Bu's startled eyes, shrugged, and said casually, "It's nothing, I'm mainly afraid that I've forgotten."

"Okay... Okay," Lao Bu opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a while.

but

, he was curious about what Sean had memorized in his notebook?

Well, the thirst for knowledge is always endless.

Of course, he couldn't say that he wanted to come and have a look. He was afraid of seeing things that he shouldn't have seen.

What happened to the President of the United States?

High-risk occupations Well, the mortality rate is high!

"Don't be impulsive. The UK is not a small country in Southeast Asia or South America. It doesn't matter if you use some means. No one will care, but the UK can't. Sean's eyes commanded.

"Don't worry, I, Sean, are familiar with "Measurement", how can I do such a thing." Sean laughed and assured with a pat on his chest.

"Oh, it's better." Old Bu shook his head, it's okay to be reminded of this kind of thing, "Let's get back to the point, since you are ready to suffer losses, then we can take some actions. "

"Under normal circumstances, faced with this irreversible situation, we have three ways to deal with it." Old Bu raised three fingers.

"Three?" Sean's eyes lit up, this was something he didn't expect, he didn't expect any of them.

"Yes." Old Bu smiled and nodded. Everyone has their own strengths. You Sean are good at making money, and my Bush family is good at politics.

"The first way is to ignore them." Old Bu said with a smile: "Usually, the best way to deal with this situation is to ignore them. Anyway, they won't cause us any real harm, whether it is a treaty or a treaty. Or something else, only the United States makes a treaty to bind others, and there is no reason for others to make a treaty to bind the United States!"

"We are the biggest and most powerful country in the world!" Old Bu said, straightening his back unconsciously, his tone, demeanor, and expression full of pride and pride.

Sean nodded in agreement as well, which is true, such as the famous Sea Convention.

The Ocean Convention stipulates the territorial sea area of ​​each country and the exclusive economic zone. This is a treaty recognized by countries all over the world. It is almost because the United States has never signed it.

However, this does not prevent the United States from acting as an arbiter to use the Ocean Convention to bind those countries that have signed it.

What is the largest country in the world?

However, Sean doesn't think he has the qualifications to mobilize such a big influence to let the American brand take the blame for him.

"What about the second?" Sean asked with a smile.

"The second method is to exchange money and divert attention." The old cloth continued: "This is often used in elections. Our competitors usually concoct a lot of black materials to attack us. At this time, it is impossible to ignore them. If you have any effect, then you can only choose Duizi, also find the other party’s black material, attack each other, and divert your attention through this method.”

"If it is used between countries, in most cases, everyone does not seem to suffer losses, so they choose to compromise with each other."

Sean nodded to show his understanding. What impressed me most was that when Lao Mei encountered some problems and conflicted with the east, he would always throw out several magic weapons, human rights issues, bay issues, west... issues.

Visit Wanwan as soon as you have something to do…

Either political exchange or I'll disgust you.

Economically, it is to increase tariffs on each other, which is the application of the same method in different environments.

When Sean was told by the old cloth, he immediately thought of a good solution, "It's time for the Irish Independent Organization to make its voice heard, the Northern Irish have been bitter to the English for a long time!"

"It's not easy for the U.S. government to participate in this kind of thing. Of course, from the perspective of human rights and national independence, Northern Irish people have the right to choose whether to join Ireland or England. This is their right, which is sacred and inviolable." Old Bu said with a smile. Sean nodded.

"Of course, human rights, national independence, this is political correctness." Sean gave a thumbs up and laughed.

"Okay, let's talk about the third type, I call it..." Old Bu said, looking at Sean and asking, "So, how are you going to choose."

"I think walking on one leg is always less secure, and running on two legs is faster.

"Sean said, rubbing his chin.

"Whatever you want. The government will make preparations. During this time, someone will discuss with you. You can discuss the specific conditions."

"How are things going on in the east?"

"Not bad, it will be put into production by the end of the year." Sean said with a smile.

"So fast!?" Old Bu raised his head in astonishment and stared at Sean with wide eyes.

Building a processing plant is not a game. Just click on the map and wait for the progress bar. From plant construction, equipment assembly and debugging, testing whether the raw materials and accessories are qualified, arranging stable and efficient channels, training suitable workers, and running in trial production Product qualification rate testing, etc. A series of things have to be done, and any one of them takes a lot of time.

What's more, the factory that Sean is working on is not a small factory, but a super-large factory with hundreds of thousands of workers.

Although it is said that most of the equipment produced is home appliances and agricultural products with little technical content, it cannot stand the complexity of the category!

It's not that Lao Bu has no knowledge of the East. The first country he visited after taking office was the East. At that time, he presented two bicycles to the Bush couple.

It's not as brutal and backward as the media advertised there, but it's really not rich.

"It's so fast." Sean nodded solemnly, "When it comes to efficiency, no country in the world can compare to the East. As long as they really decide to focus on one thing, then they will mobilize the whole country. Strength, concentrating strength to do big things, this kind of mobilization ability is really incredible, so far, there is nothing they can't accomplish."

Lao Bu put down the things in his hand, sat on the seat for a while, and then looked at Sean, frowned and asked, "I want to hear your opinion, the judgment of the future international situation."

"Me?" Sean raised his brows and laughed twice. "Uncle Bush, you know, I don't know much about politics. What's the point of you asking me to be a layman."

"No, no, this is not only a political issue, but also an economic issue. The economic foundation determines the superstructure. Without an economic foundation, all the so-called beautiful enjoyment and design are empty talk. I just want to hear you from a businessman's point of view. How do you view the future development direction of this society?" Lao Bu said with a smile: "Whatever you say, this is our private conversation."

"Okay, okay." Sean leaned on the sofa, crossed Erlang's legs, turned his head to look at Xiaobu who had been listening beside him, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, "Xiaobu, go, give me a cup of coffee, brother. !"

Xiaobu was stunned for a moment, with words in his mouth, stood up and slapped Sean on the back, turned around and walked out, Old Bu looked at it and laughed.

He is quite satisfied with the relationship between Sean and his son. Although this friendship is also mixed with interests, after all, it was established early enough, and there are still some real feelings in it.

Binding interests earlier, when Xiaobu enters the political arena in the future, Sean can help a lot.

After a while, Xiao Bu pushed the door in and put the coffee next to Sean angrily, "Let the son of the President of the United States pour you coffee, can you drink it!"

Sean held it up and lowered his head to smell it, pretending to be intoxicated, "Well, the smell is unique and fragrant."

After a while of laughing, Sean began to speak, "It's a little messy, Uncle Bush, just listen."

"From my point of view, the United States must have dominated the global society for the past three decades, and the old man can't support it for much time." Sean said after a little thought.

"Oh, what do you say, why do you judge this way? Tell me now." When Lao Maozi was about to finish his job, Lao Bu immediately sat up straight. He liked hearing this too much. If Lao Maozi finished his job, then The credit goes to him.

"You guys prefer to look at issues from the perspective of politics, from the top down, focusing on high-level dynamics, while I look at issues from the bottom up, from the bottom of society," Sean explained.

The father and son of the cloth family nodded, the mafia started out, understand, the angle is really novel!

There has never been this kind of 'talent' in the behind-the-scenes teams of previous presidents, so no one from this perspective

see the question.

"Theoretically, under the current high-pressure management of Maozi, it is impossible for gangsters to appear. However, they have appeared now. In addition to operating traditional industries, they have also developed the business of black market."

The father and son of the cloth family: It's okay to run a traditional industry!

"The black market in Maozi is very large now. There are two main lines, from Suifenhe, Fuyuan, and Manzhouli in the east, all the way to the west along the Siberian Railway. If you start from the east with small bags, you can basically sell everything in your hand halfway along the way.”

"One line goes through the Baltic Sea, from St. Petersburg into the northern region of Lao Maozi."

"How do you judge that they are going to fail?" Lao Bu asked inexplicably. It's just a gangster. It's common to sell things to make money, isn't it?

Which city in America doesn't have gangsters?

"Judging from three aspects." Sean also raised three fingers and said, "First, the things that are sold, these things that enter Lao Maozi's territory through illegal channels are not the kind of high-value luxury goods, but are the most valuable. Invaluable light industrial products, mainly food products.”

"From kitchen utensils to daily necessities, from clothing, shoes and hats to cotton-padded clothes and trousers, from canned meat to rice and flour."

"It depends on how much one person can carry, but it still gave birth to this industry. It can be seen that its profits are made, and it can also be seen how much Lao Maozi is lacking in light industry, textiles, and food."

"And their transactions don't use currency. Most of the time, it's barter. What does this mean? It means that the currency has lost its proper function, lost its credit, and collapsed!"

"But a political system can't even solve the food and clothing of the people, so what will happen is self-evident." Sean said with a hand spread.

The father and son of the Bu family looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with astonishment.

Of course they understand what it means, but they really don't know that the people under Lao Maozi can't even get enough to eat!

The intelligence capabilities of the United States in the homes of its Cold War opponents were limited, and the limited resources were placed in Moscow and at the top. How could it be possible to send intelligence personnel to those unimportant small towns or countryside, let alone to the sparsely populated Siberia .

There are not many people in the place. You can say that everyone knows each other. As soon as outsiders enter, they will be discovered immediately. That is to die!

Besides, the intelligence department has given such a large amount of funds, and the intelligence brought back by others is all ****, what you brought back is a group of bad guys, huh, the intelligence department also has to assess KPIs!

"Let's talk about the second reason, the black market." Sean said after taking a sip of coffee and moistening his throat, "The black market I'm talking about is different from the black market you think. It's not that it was established somewhere in the city and sells some contraband. It's called the black market."

"Selling some guns and ammunition, selling some drugs or something, that's called gang trade at most, and it has nothing to do with the black market."

"The black market, the market in the dark, the market is the key."

"The market, of course, sells everything, food, sugar, tobacco and alcohol, clothing... From food, clothing, and use, to foreign exchange, technology, and equipment, they even sell living people!"

"This is called the black market!"

"A big country, a real world power, will only have a black market in times of war when supplies are scarce. The last time was World War II, when the black market prevailed in various European countries."

Lao Bu's face was very serious, and his brows were furrowed tightly. He didn't know whether this judgment, which was completely unsupported by theoretical data, was correct. He had never touched it, but it sounded really convincing.

What's more, he believed that Sean would not lie to himself.

A successful person, what he said must be correct.

Obviously Sean is a successful person, who has successfully started from the Mafia and successfully cleaned up.

Old Bu knows that Sean is still secretly controlling the largest mafia force in the United States, and has a great influence on the South American drug market.

"The last point is the complete corruption at the grassroots level." Sean continued: "As a whole, it doesn't really matter whether the upper level is corrupt or not.

There are only a few people at the top, how long can they stay in that position, and what about the president, 8 years, gone. "

"But the grassroots are different. Most of the time, the grassroots work for a lifetime, and many times their children or relatives and friends will continue to work in their positions at the grassroots."

"Once the grassroots is completely corrupted, then..." Shawn shook his head, and said with a look of certainty: "No matter how tall or magnificent a building is, if the grassroots is broken, it will not be far from a complete collapse."

"And the formation of the black market, the collapse of the credit of the currency, and the lack of consumer goods, the reason why all this can be formed is because the grassroots is rotten, from the officers and soldiers at the border to the police, officials, train station service personnel, to factory workers and leaders. class, everyone is involved.”

"The current Lao Maozi looks like a ferocious polar bear on the outside, but in fact, he has completely rotted inside and there is only an empty shelf left, and there is only a slight push away from the collapse."

"I dare say that this kind of thing won't be long, even the Russians can't eat anymore, let alone the other ethnic groups in the Soviet Union, the situation in Central Asia is even more serious, and the Caucasus region, such poor local intelligence agencies will not pay attention. , the situation is beyond your imagination.”

"Crash is just around the corner!" Sean said firmly.

That's right, it's almost 90 years, and the countdown to disintegration is about to begin, of course Sean is sure.

"Okay, okay." Lao Bu raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. This was the first time he looked at the problem from the bottom up, and he received a lot of information in a while, "I want people to check this matter carefully, and also I don’t know what those people in the intelligence department do, and what do the analysis departments do!”

The old cloth is really angry!

Naturally, there are also economic data in the information collected by the intelligence agencies, which in fact also reflect some problems.

However, that is all hidden in the cold data, even if people look at the casualty figures after the war, they don't really feel it, and they won't attract much attention.

The same is true for them.

It's so high up, you can't see what's going on below.

You can't see it in your own country, let alone in other countries.

Sean shrugged and didn't say anything. It's always been like this.

"That's it. Thank you Uncle Bush for hosting today. I have to trouble uncle to worry about the umbrella." Sean smiled and stood up. He knew that Old Bush was going to work overtime again tonight...

Uh, maybe it's not just old cloth who works overtime, there are many departments, sins, sins.

It's not easy to be very old.

"Haha, Sean, you don't have to be polite with me, let Xiaobu send you off, don't worry, someone will contact you soon to cooperate with you." Old Bu said with a smile, standing up.

"Well, then thank you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com" Sean stepped out, and suddenly stopped when he reached the door, "By the way, if possible, help me check this matter except bring Anyone other than Ying is pushing, they are at most provocative, and they will definitely not end in person, I don’t think it will be Asan, they…”

"If you had this courage, if you had this ability to act, you would have risen thousands of years ago."

"Okay, I'll ask the CIA to follow up." Old Bu smiled and nodded, all of which were minor issues.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Bu, Sean and Xiao Bu got into the car together. They hadn't seen each other for a long time. After talking about work, the rest was entertainment time.

In the car, Xiaobu laughed and joked: "You are using a public tool for private use."

"How can this be called private use of public equipment!" Sean suddenly raised his voice, "I shed blood for America, and I made merit for America!"

"Besides, the capitalist business, how can it be called private use..."

For a time, the car was filled with happy air.

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