Japan, Sp President, Fukawa Sushi Mansion.

"Ahem, Yoshii! The killer you introduced seems to be useless. He ran back to Japan in shame and disappeared."

“…”

"Ahem...ahhh, I'll take someone this time, ahem...I've found a reliable one!"

“…”

"…Hmm, it doesn't matter, spring influenza."

“…”

"You just wait and see, that kid won't live long."

The president of sp hung up the phone with confidence, and the second batch of killers were ready to go.

He covered his mouth and nose, and his lungs were twitching. I wonder if it was related to the excessive pollen in spring.

It was clearly at such a critical moment that I actually suffered from pollen allergies and became infected with influenza. I hid in the glass door and looked at the bonsai in the anus and thought quietly.

The expression showed a slight impatience and fanaticism.

(——The person recommended by Yoshii is so useless...)

(——A killer is not enough to deal with you...is it?)

(——The defense over there is really tight. They dare not fight back, just throwing the ball at a mercy.)

Bukawa had not noticed his own disease, so he just continued to stay at home and recuperate and returned to the province for countermeasures other than assassination.

(——It’s too costly to support small companies in the mainland. No matter how you look at it, it’s just a mess.)

(———But it is more useful to support pirates, and it can even help us make some money back, which is necessary to increase investment.)

(——Cough cough, the lungs are as uncomfortable as fire. Why is the medicine prescribed by the doctor not effective at all? I feel dizzy, so I go to bed first...)

President sp thought this way, mixed medicine and drank two large glasses of cold water, lay on the bed and fell into the quilt.

Although there are still many things in the company, it should be able to maintain normal operation by itself. Fukawa Sushi feels that she is becoming weak, and suddenly begins to recall whether there are any shortcomings in her life.

*******

Beijing, courtyard house.

The breeze of early spring blows on the face with the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the white magnolia flowers sway gently, looking like a beautiful girl waiting to get married. The plum blossom tree that had already flourished branches was now full of thick leaves, no longer as beautiful as before.

The Chinese painter Hua Qishan courtyard welcomed guests as always. Today, sitting in the yard to take a nap was Zhu Lao, the former top leader of the State Council, and Wen Lao, the current top leader, also got together. The three of them kowtowed melon seeds and drank wine.

"Old Zhu has no job and I'm just idle. Why are you here, Mr. Wen, who is here, let me do my job?"

Hua Qishan accused him mercilessly that he was completely fearful of the current top leader. Living to the age of almost two destiny, there are few things that can make Mr. Hua feel afraid.

"How dare you not do your job properly? I heard that Lao Zhu is here to find him."

Mr. Wen's voice contained some humility.

Mr. Hua's solemn face only eased a little, while Mr. Zhu, who was beside him, glared at him with a look of disbelief.

"What's the matter with me?" Zhu Lao, former head of the State Council, pointed out: "I think you are just here to be lazy!"

"It's really not that you are lazy. There are some things that need to be referred to your opinions." Mr. Wen said: "On March 21, Annan submitted a UN reform report to the General Assembly, mainly saying that the Security Council will expand, add peacekeeping agencies, establish a human rights council, clarify the definition of terrorism, and punish the sexual assault of local people by soldiers in peacekeeping troops.

"Do you know this? Those human rights and terrorism were created by the United States and have little to do with us, but there is still a problem closely related to us in the Security Council that needs to be solved-

"In order to meet the concerns of developing countries on development issues, Annan urged developed countries in his report to meet the standards stipulated by the UN General Assembly to foreign aid to developing countries as soon as possible, that is, the amount of aid from developed countries must reach 0.7% of their own GDP... Should we fight for this money, or not?"

If such an unshirkable speech is released outside, it would be too cruel. It would be fine if China does not provide money to others for assistance, but it would also have to fight for the small amount of money with others.

After hearing Mr. Wen’s question, Mr. Zhu answered plausiblely.

"Since we are a developing country, we must fight, and we must show magnanimity!"

China claims to be a developing country, first to urge the people to work actively and avoid being impatient, and secondly, it does not have to pay money to other small countries. Of course, China will not be so stingy that it is like a beggar to grab money from other small countries.

In fact, China is at a historical fork, and it can be said that it is a developing country or a developed country. In short, both sides can stand firm, and it is all China's opinion that it is the same as that of the camp it wants to stand in.

As a developing country, we naturally need to apply for aid funds; as a great country, the remaining aid funds after 0.7% of the allotment is not enough to be stuck.

"We must fight and show our generosity." Old Wen repeated with a smile.

Zhu Lao put down the melon seed skin, honestly and unceremoniously picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"In two or three months, I will issue Annan a "China's Position Document on the Issue of United Nations Reform" to comprehensively and systematically explain our country's opinions and positions. Will you not be able to solve such a simple thing? Do you still need to ask for advice? I don't believe it."

"--Um!"

Hua Qishan sat up and grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and snorted at the nose of "Xiao Wen".

"Of course, I have something else." Mr. Wen said in an orderly manner: "The price of crude oil has risen and fallen sharply last year, with a fluctuation of US$50 per barrel. Now it is a slow upward trend. In January this year, the Sudanese government signed the Comprehensive Peace Agreement in Nairobi. The civil war between the north and the south ended. Should we increase our investment in South Sudan and use it as a future oil reserve base?"

Faced with Mr. Wen’s question, Mr. Zhu leaned on the recliner and asked:

"What did you think?"

Mr. Wen replied: "Crude oil is getting exhausted day by day. Before more efficient new energy sources are developed, oil reserves are necessary. Sudan is after the war, and the country is in ruins. It is indeed profitable... But I am afraid that the war will recur and the South Sudanese government will subvert and lead to investment waste. Investment must be invested, mainly because it is not sure how much it needs to be invested. If you can predict the fate of that country, it will be much easier."

"Well, if their country can be stable for a long time, it will be more invested, and if it is unstable, it will be less invested..."

"Yes, it's a pity that I haven't found the person who can predict it yet."

"We can't predict that we can predict, even if we can't predict, we have our own methods. Since we don't know the deadline, we can make a sum every year and we can slowly draw on it. We can adapt to the situation."

"Slowly, the cost is high."

"Then share the risk - you take the lead and encourage large and medium-sized enterprises to invest abroad. When they make a profit, we will share them with them, and when they make a profit, we will compensate them for their profits and losses."

At this time, few people can guess that crude oil will rise from $50 per barrel to $70 per barrel in two years. If anyone is willing to take a house, take his life and borrow money to go to the Middle East to hoard oil or buy stamps, he will make sure to make this money!

...

The country is responsible for family affairs and the world is in the world. Those in power are responsible for their positions. It is natural to talk to the country.

However, Mr. Hua and Mr. Zhu were both idle people who retired. In fact, they didn’t want to talk about so many state affairs with Mr. Wen, so they returned to their daily chat on the recliner.

"Lao Hua, your wine is good."

Zhu Lao drank the wine glass in his mouth. After drinking it, he smacked his lips and said.

"Well, the authentic rice wine that Xiao Xu specially brought back from Shaoxing is brewed by the local method, which does not hurt the liver and stomach. It will be fragrant with two grilled fragrant fish."

The evaluations made by Hua Qishan are always genuine.

"Do you still have this? When you left, put a bottle for me and I will roast two small fish and eat it by myself."

Mr. Zhu picked up the wine pot that could be seen from the bottom, poured it into his glass, took a sip, and left a fragrance on his mouth.

"You are planning to rob it openly!" Mr. Wen was angry at Mr. Zhu on the side for Mr. Hua.

"Haha, I'll exchange two bottles of special Maotai, for thirty years."

"Just take it, what to change? I can't finish it alone anyway."

Mr. Hua wanted to ask the servant to get some inventory, but at this moment he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, I'll tell you guys not to block the door. Today, my little apprentice is just here in Beijing. After seeing Ah Xu, he'll come to see me. Don't intercept him outside the door."

"Little apprentice? Which little apprentice are you?"

...

While Mr. Hua and Mr. Zhu and Mr. Wen were chatting, Li Mu had already arrived at the gate of the Siheyuan.

To the east of Zhongnanhai and to the east of Jingshan Park, the long-lived Chinese painter Hua Qishan is often visited by some great figures. He was a painter of ink, but he never enjoyed this honor until he was seventy years old. His only capital was to "live old enough."

Old friends who had visited him decades ago have now become high-ranking officials. As time goes by and accumulates, the connections that have been maintained on him have become deeper and deeper. Until last year, the countries he could directly contact had exceeded the double digits, but he had never used these relationships.

This time, Limu mainly wanted to visit senior executives of a certain country late at night and honestly announce his abilities, difficulties and needs to them. As the saying goes, people go to high places and water flows to low places. If you want to live a comfortable life, you don’t have to open a company that big, but how can you do nothing when you are born as a human being and reborn for a lifetime?

Since we decided to move forward, it would be a matter of time before we contacted the top leaders of the country. For example, four bigwigs in the IT world often went to Zhongnanhai in the future. Ma Cuiteng, the new richest man in China, Ma Yun, the leader of e-commerce, Lei Jun, and Liu Dongqiang, who turned into rice. Its migrant workers were also arrested for conversation after becoming stronger and bigger...

Ma Yun spoke at the last economic symposium of Mr. Wen and the third economic symposium of Mr. Li.

Although Limu is also a "big guy" now, the investment industry is mottled and messy. Although it is the leader of the domestic comics industry, the country is not optimistic about the cultural industry, so Limu has never been valued.

In the past, Rimu was afraid of being missed by others, but now he hopes to be valued after being strong, and wants those above to know their names and hear their voices.

Originally, Limu planned to visit Zhongnanhai on a masked night to test, but after seeing the guard in front of the Chinese Painting Teachers' Academy, he gave up. Unexpectedly, there would be a big man to visit his teacher today.

Limu, who was stopped by the guards in front of the teacher's Academy, negotiated with them sincerely with a smile:
Chapter completed!