Rebirth of the Flying Era

Chapter 1273 A hair comes out from under the big cock’s ass

Li Yuanchao looked at the map along Du Fei's finger, then looked up at Du Fei strangely.

The place Du Fei pointed to had absolutely nothing to do with what he expected.

Du Fei pointed to the place on the map where Shan State meets Siam and Lao State, which is the famous Golden Triangle in later generations.

At this time, this place was not that famous, because the appearance of Li Yuanchao defeated the remnants of Qianguo's army that originally controlled this place, occupied Shanguo's side, and conveniently changed all the land originally cultivated to grain.

Li Yuanchao didn't quite understand why Du Fei was eyeing this place.

 "Lao Du, what are you..."

Du Fei said: "This place is of great significance. It concerns both you and the country. I suggest you open up a corridor here."

Li Yuanchao frowned, blinked, and looked down at the map again.

He has understood what Du Fei means. The place where the three countries meet is only a hundred kilometers away from the border between the single country and the country.

Li Yuanchao looked at the map and stared at the distance of one hundred kilometers.

Du Fei asked from the side: "What did you see?"

Li Yuanchao knew that Du Fei didn't care at all about the place where flowers were still being planted.

With the current strength of Li Yuanchao, if he really wants to deal with those places, let alone his territory, even in Laoguo or Siam, it will be nothing if he sends troops there.

This kind of place is originally a no-nonsense zone. There are many places where people say they are yours and I say they are mine.

Du Fei mentioned this place specifically today, and he did so very solemnly.

Li Yuanchao's mind was spinning quickly. He stretched out his hand and drew a few strokes on the map. He looked up at Du Fei and said, "You mean, this distance?"

Du Fei said: "Aid Korea, according to your perspective, it should not be difficult to see that among the countries in Nanyang, Siam is the center. In modern times, it is the only country that has not been completely colonized. Up to now, its comprehensive strength is still the strongest in Nanyang. Strong, but our influence on such a country is extremely weak, why do you think it is?"

Li Yuanchao hit the point and said: "There is no land border, and the sea is beyond reach."

Du Fei nodded. This was not something profound and obscure. It was not surprising that Li Yuanchao could see it at a glance.

Du Fei said: "In Southeast Asia, excluding the pure island countries, in the Indochina Peninsula, there are four countries that do not border with us, and only three countries that border on us. This is very unfavorable for our influence to radiate southward."

Li Yuanchao said: "Do you want to...cut a corridor from me so that Guonei can directly border Siam?"

Du Fei nodded without hesitation: "That's what I mean."

The reason why Du Fei proposed this is because we suffered a loss before he traveled through time.

　In many cases, the only reason why these small countries dare to speak out loud is that they are beyond the reach of the whip.

This time Du Fei wants to break their illusions. They are directly bordered in the north, and Li Yuanchao is eyeing them. In the south, there is Kalimantan, where Du Fei and Lin Tiansheng can move whenever and wherever they want.

With such a layout, it doesn’t show much at the moment.

 But once there are changes in the future, the domestic economy develops and the strength recovers to a certain level, Nanyang can be conquered at the snap of a finger.

This is also why the trade with Bangladesh must be given to Li Yuanchao at 10%. Li Yuanchao proposed to build an arsenal in Shanbei. Du Fei not only did not object, but also tried his best to facilitate it.

 The ultimate goal is for this ‘corridor’.

 It is said that if you want to take something, you must give it first.

Everything must have a driving force. Even though Li Yuanchao came from China and was once the captain of the 24th School in the capital, he is now a warlord, a big warlord who controls an army of 100,000 and a population of millions.

 There are at least three factions under his command, foreign, local, southern, and northern factions, and he has to mediate and coordinate them all.

 So for him to give up a piece of land that is one hundred kilometers long and at least thirty kilometers wide for no reason, there must be an explanation so that those people can't say anything.

Li Yuanchao didn't object to this. First of all, the place was not very big, and besides, he was too full to eat this time, so he was embarrassed to say "no".

In addition, Li Yuanchao also knew that once he swallowed the Northeastern state, his main focus would be on the west.

 Abandoning this 'corridor' now would save himself a lot of trouble.

 Otherwise, whatever happens to Siam in the future, without this corridor, the country will not be able to project power, and it will have to be solved by him.

 If there is this corridor and the country is directly bordered by Siam, it will be another situation.

Over in Siam, this small section of the border can be used to discuss matters. You see, I am next to flowers and fruits. It is really too much. I really can’t afford it!

 At home, there are even less tricks that can be used.

Thinking of this, Li Yuanchao nodded: "That's fine, but this matter must be kept low-key. It's best to do it bit by bit, and it will be over before you know it."

Du Fei understood what Li Yuanchao meant. After all, this kind of thing was disgraceful. It would be best if it could become an established fact without making any noise.

Anyway, there are deep mountains and old forests over there. If nothing happens, no one will notice that a hair is sticking out from under the **** of the big cock.

 …

 At the same time, in the former Governor's Palace in Dhaka City, now the Provisional Grand Commander's Palace.

 Madura and several leaders of the Jean faction were sitting in Rahman's office.

To be honest, these people are a bit shabby and look like they have been poor for a long time and then got rich.

The leader is a lean middle-aged man of medium build, none other than Jean Badma, the founder of the Jean faction.

With a serious expression on his face, Jean Badma listened to Madura's retelling of the attitudes of Du Fei and Li Yuanchao, and read the equipment purchase list he brought back.

 After a while, Madura finished speaking, and Jean Badma also put the list on the table. He was not in a hurry to express his opinion, but asked: "Everyone, tell me, what should we do?"

After he finished speaking, an old man with gray hair spoke first: "I think this is our opportunity. They are right about one thing. Although we were lucky enough to occupy Dhaka, with our current strength alone, we are simply unable to control the whole country. , foreign aid must be obtained.”

Several other people present also showed signs of approval. This was obvious and no one could object.

 But there are differences of opinion on who to prefer.

Someone immediately said: "I agree with Mr. Budd's view, but foreign aid does not necessarily come from a single country or a foreign country. The American people are stronger and more generous, right?"

The words trailed off, only to be replaced by a sneer: "Generosity? Do you mean they transferred the two hundred thousand dollars into your account?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned. The face of the person who just spoke suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly and said, "You fart!"

The man laughed at him but didn't respond. Instead, he looked at Jean Badma.

Jean Badma frowned and waved his hands impatiently.

The man who sneered suddenly had a flash of cruel joy in his eyes, and he immediately stood up and drew his gun. Without waiting for anyone to react, he fired with a bang.

The bullet penetrated directly through the head of the man who collected the money, and the Tianling cover on the back of his head was directly lifted, and red and white splashed out.

 In an instant, the atmosphere in the room fell to freezing point, and several people did not dare to express their anger.

Only Jean Badma was calm and calm. He wiped the blood spots on his face with a handkerchief and said calmly: "Okay, now that the people who cheated are gone, it's time to make a decision."

The other people didn’t say a word this time.

Jean Badma paused for a moment and nodded with satisfaction, holding the list and shaking it: "These are the things we need most. If we want to keep our victory and become the real masters of this place, rather than a fleeting passer-by, we must We must get these things, at any cost!”

After speaking, he looked at Madura: "You are still responsible for this matter. I have no other requirements. Let's negotiate it as soon as possible and get the goods as soon as possible."

Madura quickly agreed, but then licked his lips and reminded: "But fifty million US dollars..."

Gene Badma waved his hand: "You don't have to worry about this, I will figure out how to make money." At this point, Gene Badma narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "Indu has a temple, and it's not like we don't have one. "

In an instant, the expressions of several people present changed, realizing what Jean Badma wanted to do.

They wanted to dissuade him, but the blood in the room and the bodies lying on the ground made them swallow their words wisely.

At the same time, I also understood that the real reason for the death of the man just now was probably not because he had received 200,000 US dollars, but because he was specially brought out to kill chickens and monkeys today.

 Jean Badma finally showed a slight smile: "Very good, it seems that everyone is united, so that's it."

Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very complicated in their hearts.

 While he is worried about the serious consequences of following the same example, he is also somewhat looking forward to the wealth of the temples in Bangladesh.

If it really happens, these people in the room will definitely get a share of the pie.

A mere two hundred thousand dollars is nothing.

With mixed emotions, several people left one after another, and in the end only Madura was left.

As the most confidant, he couldn't help but say: "Jean, we..."

Jean Badma put away his tough attitude and let out a sigh of relief: "I know, but do we have any other choice? Herman is dead! You understand what this means. ?"

 Madura was silent.

 Of course he understood what this meant.

If Lahman had not died, as the Zeon faction was a powerful local faction, Lahman would have bought them off with a lot of benefits in the future.

 From the beginning, Jean Badma had no ambition to become the commander, but now that Herman suddenly died, they had to step up and find it difficult to get off.

They had no way out, not to mention that they were in conflict before Rahman's death. Even if they weren't, if something like this happened, someone would take it for granted and put the **** on their heads.

 Once they fail, other factions will surely swarm in and eat them until all the bones are left.

 This is also why Jean Badma is so ruthless and decisive.

 “Don’t worry, I won’t let you down!” Madura looked solemn.

 Jean Badma patted him on the shoulder. After Madura went out, someone came in to clean up the body.

Jean smoked and looked out the window the whole time. When he was done, he finished three cigarettes and ordered: "Invite the fruit man here."

 About half an hour later.

McNi came in from the outside with a smile and frowned subconsciously.

Even though it was cleaned up, the smell of blood in the room has not completely dissipated.

But McNee is not an ordinary person. He guessed that someone died in this room not long ago and he didn't make a fuss.

 After all, there will be no more dead people in every corner of the world.

 “Hey, my friend!” Jean Badma stood up, smiling and full of energy, and went up to hug McNee.

After exchanging pleasantries, Jean Badma directly handed over the weapons purchase list.

McNi was stunned for a moment, took it and took a look at it, and immediately understood: "Is it from Huaguo Man?"

Jean Badma nodded and leaned back on the sofa: "I am also in a dilemma now! You know, it is not me who really controls Mengjia now, the Li Yuanchao Jiangjun is here, and even the entire Ruler of the Greater Bay of Bengal.”

Of course McNee knew that, but what made him even more troublesome was that the list clearly had the title of ‘Beijing Red Star Fire Equipment Company’ printed on it.

  What is this concept?

 For him, Li Yuanchao was at best a local warlord.

Hongxing Fire Equipment Company represents Du Fei, and Du Fei represents a huge political force.

He wouldn't be afraid if that was all. After all, no matter how powerful Tathagata Buddha is, he cannot control Jerusalem.

But the problem is that Du Fei has a close relationship with the Bush family, and the two have jointly established a large-scale oil company.

 This is no joke.

McNee is in America’s system and knows how low the lower limit of this huge and rotten system is.

Especially because of the intertwined interests, he had no doubt that the Bush family would do something against Du Fei when necessary in order to get involved with Du Fei's interests.

 He didn't want to be found dead in the car due to a "sudden heart attack" one day.

 Jean Badma quickly noticed McNee's perfunctory behavior and couldn't help but feel helpless.

He originally wanted to see if he could use McNee's influence to contain Du Fei and Li Yuanchao, but now it seemed that there was little hope.

However, Jean Badma was not an ordinary person after all. Although he was disappointed in his heart, he continued to negotiate without showing it on his face: "You have also seen that this is the request of General Li and the special envoy Du. They agreed to use the loan before...I'm afraid..."

 The two had been in contact, and McNee promised to give Gene a loan of US$20 million.

 One of the conditions is that at least half of the money must be used to purchase weapons and equipment from the United States.

 McNee, as a middleman, naturally has his share of benefits.

Now when he heard this, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.

Who prevented Meguo from catching this train~

Originally, I was planning to make a grand debut in the finale, but it ended early before the finale!

 In addition, in South Vietnam, they still rely on flowers and fruits, so here they can only swallow their anger.

 Otherwise, if something happens, the superior officer will not help him.

But at this moment, Jean Badma suddenly changed the subject: "Unless..."

 McNee’s heart moved: “Unless what?”

Jean Badma said: "Unless you can find a way to increase the loan amount to 50 million US dollars, our previous conditions will remain unchanged. In addition...I can personally provide this amount."

McNee couldn’t help but his heart beat faster when he saw Jean Badma’s outstretched gesture, but fifty million dollars was not a small amount.

But then I thought about it and realized that I was meddling in my own business.

 Whether it is a small amount and whether it can be lent is a matter for those banks.

 For him, no matter how much the loan is, if he spends 10 million to buy American equipment, he will get two points of benefits, which is 200,000 US dollars! What's more, Jean Badma also promised an additional half a million.

His salary is nominally no less than 50,000 US dollars per year, which is already two or three times that of ordinary workers. With the addition of overseas subsidies, his income can be doubled.

 But don’t forget, you still have to pay taxes on this money.

If he was asked to save 700,000 US dollars from his salary, he wouldn't be able to save it in twenty years, let alone ten years.

 …

On the other hand, when Madura returned to the military camp and brought Jean Badma's reply, Dufy had already left Bengal ahead of schedule.

He has finished everything he needs to do and say during his trip to Li Yuanchao.

 When the war ends and a new pattern is formed, at least in the next few decades, the strategic initiative in this direction will be firmly in our hands.

Originally, Du Fei planned to stay for two days before going to Xindeli.

 But the situation has changed. Just two hours ago, news came from the country that Mosco sent people to Xindeli and expressed his intention to meet with Du Fei through private channels.

 The so-called foreign teachers, to put it bluntly, are just looking at what others are doing.

　　When Mosco comes, you must not neglect him. Regardless of whether the relationship is good or not, you must pay attention to your attitude.

Moreover, the person coming this time was an acquaintance of Du Fei's, it was Natasha whom he had met at the shooting range before.

 Obviously, this time the other party put a lot of thought into it. They didn't just send someone here randomly, but after careful consideration, they found an acquaintance who had contact with Du Fei.

 This is the dividend produced by this war.

Before this, no one expected that this time Xinde Li would attack Bakistan, Huaguo would not only attack decisively, but also win so beautifully and devastatingly.

 Strictly speaking, Xin Deli was beaten even before he officially ended the game.

This result is not unexpected but the process is really incredible.

learn from mistakes.

If Indu was careless and did not hide ten years ago, how will it count this time?

This forced Moscow’s think tank to re-evaluate the power of flowers and fruits. This was not a small-scale conflict involving a few hundred people, but a large-scale battle involving hundreds of thousands of people.

 The strategic thinking, tactical literacy, and fighting will displayed by the unit with the title of a single army completely crushed the Indian army.

 Based on the new situation, no matter how unwilling Moscow was to admit it, it had to change its inherent ideas and practices.

 …

 Two days later, Du Fei first arrived near Allahabad by car, and then changed to a train to Xindeli.

When I got off the train, it was raining lightly in Xindeli, and the air was filled with the smell of damp cow dung.

 Outside the train station, the ground was muddy and dirty, and the people working hard to make money were barefoot and didn't care.

Du Fei got into the car that picked him up and looked out through the car window.

 The people who came back with him were still the same people that Meng bought.

The person who came to pick me up was a comrade from the agency here.

 It is ironic to say that the relationship between the two parties, which was almost stagnant at first, became increasingly warm after the outbreak of the war and the defeat of the Eastern Front.

“Comrade Du Fei, please let me know if you need anything. Our work will revolve around you during your stay in Xindeli.”

 In the back seat of the car, a slightly bald, very elegant middle-aged man said sincerely.

Although he was more than ten years older than Du Fei, his eyes were bright when he looked at Du Fei.

 As a high-ranking foreign officer, Zhang Xue knew a lot of inside information.

Especially when Du Fei came over this time, he learned a lot about Du Fei in a more targeted manner, which surprised him and made him admire him even more.

 (End of this chapter)