The house was very messy, exuding a strange smell of mixed food and body, which penetrated into every corner, and the smell was very unpleasant. But there was one neat place in the messy house, and this neat place was a picture
The table, and the wall behind the table.
The table was shabby and clean, and on the wall hung a battle flag passed down from generation to generation by the Cossacks: a bloody flag with an unsheathed Cossack sword reflected on it.
This is the symbol of the Cossacks. Even now, the sword on the waist and the bullet bag on the chest are still the mainstream.
Yerov stood up and sat in front of the table, his face full of sanctity and solemnity. At this moment, he represented all the Cossack warriors and the Cossacks, a brave and fighting group.
"We are not friends. Tell us why you are here." Yerov sat there upright, his eyes showing the light of a professional soldier.
"I came here so that we can become friends." Xiao He looked at the furnishings in the room, sniffed the strange air twice and said, "In front of the brave Cossacks, I don't need to hide anything, nor do I need to go around any circles. You guys now
You need money, you need food, you need all the living resources. And I can satisfy you with all these, forever and always. In other words, I want to hire you, a group of real northern wolves."
The Cossacks are the real wolves of the north. In the eyes of many people, they are brutal and murderous, like beasts, and they are like mothers if they have milk. As long as you have money, they are willing to work hard for you, whether they are famous oil tycoons or
Notorious drug lord.
Entering the room, Xiao He immediately judged from the subtleties that their lives were in embarrassment. This could be distinguished from the smell of the food: there was no meat.
The Cossacks like to eat meat and eat almost every meal. However, there is no smell of meat in the house, only the smell of potatoes. The differences between them and the Russian government have lasted for more than half a year and have never been resolved.
In the absence of a solution, the Cossacks refused to provide any services to the Russian government. The Russian president is also a strong-armed politician who is strong and confident and will never be threatened. The result of the disagreement is that Russia's military operations in the North Caucasus are blocked, and the Cossacks
He lost his main source of income and his life fell into a state of embarrassment.
This is a competitive battle. Either the Cossacks will bow down first because of their livelihood, or the Russian government will bow down first because of the increasingly serious situation in the Caucasus.
The successful anti-terrorist battle they just conducted has left the differences between them inextricable for a while. The Russian government firmly believes that it can maintain stability in the Caucasus without relying on the Cossacks.
Yerufu stared at Xiao He for a long time, nodded and said: "I can't make the decision on this matter. I need to report it to my superiors. But you have to give me a proof that we can't sacrifice our lives for anyone."
"Proof?" Xiao He smiled and said, "How do you need to prove it?"
"Ten million dollars!" Yerov said without hesitation.
When he said this, Yerufu's eyes clearly showed a hint of nervousness. Because ten million US dollars was a lot to him, and it definitely belonged to a lion. But ten million US dollars meant nothing to Xiao He.
No, it's not worth mentioning at all.
"No problem, I'm willing to prove it." Xiao He took out a thin checkbook from his clothes, quickly wrote a series of numbers on it, tore it off and handed it to Yerov.
After taking the check, Yerov saw a string of zeros on it, and doubts flashed in his eyes.
"You can have someone take it to the bank to check the authenticity. This is my proof. By the way, don't forget to buy me some apples."
"Okay, I'll send someone there now." Yerov nodded, holding the check and striding outside.
He was holding the check hard with his steel-like palm, and the strength he used was even stronger than shaking hands with Yan Fenghuo.
"They really need money." Yan Fenghuo said.
"Haha, they need money very much." Xiao He adjusted his glasses habitually and said: "Yan Fenghuo, when what a person wants is a hundred yuan, if you give him a hundred yuan, he will be extremely grateful to you;
When you give him a thousand yuan, gratitude turns into gratitude; when you give him ten thousand yuan, you are his God; when you throw him ten thousand yuan, you can completely conquer him."
"Money is not everything." Yan Fenghuo shook his finger.
"No, money is everything." Xiao He retorted with a smile: "The wine and meat in the Zhumen are smelly, and the bones are frozen to death on the road. This sentence is a poem by Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. It sharply describes the class contradictions in society at that time. It is a
It's a kind of irony, but it's also a kind of integrity and nobility. It's a great sentence."
The sudden mention of Du Fu's poem made Yan Fenghuo startled for a moment, but then he thought that Xiao He was trying to use the topic.
"Whether you are sarcastic or not, no matter how upright and troubled you are, you can never change the class contradictions in society. This sharp social class contradiction is measured by the amount of money. Whoever has more money is the ruler. Whoever has more money is the ruler.
Whoever has the right to speak has the right to speak." Xiao He sighed lightly and said: "Having money means having the right to speak, having money means having the right to speak, having the right to speak means being able to do whatever you want. Money is omnipotent, as long as you still have it.
Family, you will never be able to escape the control of money."
The words are very subtle, but they really illustrate the omnipotence of money. People in this world do not live for themselves, they live for others. If you are alone, money is no longer important.
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Yan Fenghuo remained silent. He felt that what Xiao He said was not wrong.
"Integrity is just a metaphysical thing, Yan Fenghuo, if you need a lot of money to save the person you love most, will you kneel down and sell your integrity?" Xiao He asked softly.
This question doesn't need an answer at all. From Yan Fenghuo's point of view, if the day comes, he will kneel down without hesitation and betray his integrity without hesitation.
"Money can create an environment that makes a person lose his spine. It is omnipotent." Xiao He continued lightly: "Don't say that money can't buy love. When you buy your body, it is equivalent to buying your body."
Their love was stolen and then destroyed. In fact, I don’t want to believe that money is omnipotent, but I have to believe it in the face of the facts.”
Yan Fenghuo wanted to refute, but suddenly he didn't know how to refute it. He felt that Xiao He's theory itself was impeccable. The money in his mouth was not only money, but also represented the resources necessary for human survival.
In other words, it is survival. In the face of the test of survival, everything is vulnerable.