Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Meng Qian joined the game. Yikanshu·1?·His main motivation is to repay the trust of his friends. Tiger Stone was a Western tycoon he had come into contact with. He taught him and gave him a lot of help. He hoped that they could maintain this friendship.

After he confirmed his participation, Tiger also revealed more content, focusing on the project's revenue, which may reach tens of billions of dollars, which no capital will give up. What's more, the information he has shown that the land still contains rich resources.

Meng Qian understands: "So you need a stable government, a government that listens to you."

"Of course." Tiger liked his understanding in this regard. "Then is not the focus of my career, so everything is considered from a simple and direct perspective."

"Let Hamid establish his regime?"

"He is the most suitable person, from a legal and racial perspective, he is reasonable. He has had a few years of friendship with me and knows how to weigh the pros and cons."

"But you have considered..." Meng Qian looked for an English expression: "How should he continue to cooperate with us after he succeeds?"

Meng Qian instinctively felt that Hamid was a smart man among black people, maybe because of brown-black (yellow-black mixed-race) skin, or his Western-style thinking.

"It's easy." Tiger wasn't worried.

Meng Qian did not hear his explanation, but perhaps he also explained, during the meeting the next day.

Located in a cafe, the surroundings are very quiet Meng Qian, Tiger Stone, and Victor Stone's bodyguards all sat around without expression. Cesar Hamid lost his calmness yesterday. The wound on his left arm in his suit jacket was aching faintly.

He kept chattering: "God! Mr. Stone, you don't know, that bullet almost penetrated into my heart! Those dirty, mean national terrorists!"

"Relax, my friend!" Tiger pressed his shoulder, "You are fine now! We will help you, clear the threats, and get back what belongs to you. Yishu·1?·"

"I can't!" Hamid was really scared, "I thought London would be an ideal place for dissidents. I didn't expect that there was a murderous intent behind it."

Tiger had to take more patience to stabilize him: "It's over, we will provide you with good personal bodyguard services and give you a more comfortable place when you return to Madagascar."

"Sorry. It's Malgash, Mr. Stone." Hamid was stubborn.

Tiger follows him: "Yes, Malgash. Before you get back there, we will give you a better chance and strength to turn the tables and you should trust us."

Hamid looked at Tiger. Then he looked at Victor sitting next to him with a blank expression. He had no choice: "I would like to believe you very much. But I hope to be faster, my people are suffering there."

"It's good that you'll be a successful politician, and people need your mind." Tiger smiled and signaled the coffee in front of him.

Hamid took a sip and his mood stabilized a lot: "Thank you gentlemen for your generosity." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "I need to go to the police station to cooperate with the investigation later."

"Of course, you can handle your own affairs first, and we will give you a satisfying strategy at that time." Tiger nodded, stood up and hugged him.

"Mr. Meng." Hamid also hugged him.

Under the escort of several bodyguards, Hamid left in a bulletproof car that doubled his sense of security.

Victor, who was taciturn throughout the whole process, then said in his somewhat Russian-style English: "He is like a frightened baby, and he wishes he could shrink under the table."

"But he is also a smart person. Who can give him such conditions besides us?" Tiger smiled and took a sip of coffee.

Victor glanced at Meng Qian: "Obviously, there is already a funding partner. What's next?"

Tiger said: "I have a way to let Britain and France provide support sounds there, but the sound cannot kill people. The actual problem must be solved by the locals. Read the book 1·"

"I can mobilize contractors from Africa and the Middle East." Victor said that private security, bodyguards, and military contracting were all his business.

Even the bodyguards here, Meng Qian's and Tiger's, although they come from different countries, the companies employed by the bodyguards are all Black Flag private security companies.

Meng Qian knew in his heart that this was the power of the Brotherhood.

Victor analyzed: "But you want to solve the problem in a short term and quickly. It cannot be solved by relying on the power of the contractor. You need the cooperation of the ground and the sky."

Tiger nodded: "I have a way to do this. I will discuss it with Fred when I go back. As long as the funds are in place, those forces of opposition are not scared."

"That's good."

...

Meng Qian and Tiger Stone left in the same car.

"Some of the investments used by Victor is from the Brotherhood." Tiger explained that Meng Qian had questions but did not ask in the cafe just now.

"I will keep it secret." Meng Qian looked at him.

"I don't mean that." Tiger shook his head, "I believe you, man. But I need to let you understand the whole thing and have confidence in our side."

Meng Qian knew: "You have very strong muscles."

"You still don't understand." Tiger corrected his statement, "It's not 'you', it's 'we', and in this matter, you won't be an outsider."

"I understand." Meng Qian nodded, and the topic returned to the moment: "Do you have any other plans besides the possible economic benefits over there? Just like Hamid said your interests?"

Tiger smiled and said, "To be honest, I bought a large nature park in the local area with millions of wild animals. I usually go hunting."

"This will be great." Meng Qian's eyes lit up.

"As long as Hamid is in power, you can ask him for it," said Tiger. "It also comes from some fun when I was young. I have some local military supplies."

"For example?" Meng Qian felt that this collection must be quite small, otherwise it would not work in the United States?

"Some tanks, gunships and fighter jets." Tiger did not hide it.

"What?" Meng Qian didn't expect him to play so much.

"They are all purchased in the name of the local government, t72 tanks, 24 doe, Su, etc. When I have time, I occasionally go to drive and have fun."

"Wait." Meng Qian felt something, "You can start a fighter plane?"

"I have learned it in Russia." Tiger replied affirmatively, "I have flew over fighter jets, fighter bombers, transport aircraft, and played with live ammunition."

"I began to look forward to going over there to appreciate your collection." Meng Qian said.

Tiger shook his head: "It's still very messy there now. Not long ago, a group of armed personnel wanted to occupy my airport and it took some money to clear it. It's not suitable at present."

"I can wait." Meng Qian's goal is always easy to go wrong. He is not very interested in making money in Africa. Although he knows it is a huge profit, he is already full of money and is not very interested.

But when it comes to these weapons and planes, he is excited!

Tiger continued: "If you want, I can take you to experience the flight next stop. You can learn the ability of young people to understand the fastest at this time."

"Really?" Meng Qian looked at him.

...

So they returned to the United States and landed on the private airport of the casino.

"Fred Hotman!"

"David Meng!"

Meng Qian shook hands with a friend who had met several times before and hugged him. The other party was tall white, about the same age as Tiger, and in his forties.

"How are you doing recently?" Fred greeted Tiger again.

"Something is always unhappy." Tiger said as he walked, "You know Hamid ran to London, right?"

"In exile?" Fred guessed that London also has some other name as the Exile Capital, with a large number of former government members, Western camp supporters, and royal descendants all taking root in London.

Tiger nodded: "The opposition occupied almost half of the mines. The mine I asked them to protect was also lost, so he hurried to me for help."

"So you plan?" Fred was straightforward.

"I need to call our old friends to do some missions," Tiger said. "It's easy to bomb and patrol, just two months."

"You're so crazy!" Fred smiled.

"It's not the first time anyway." Tiger shrugged and looked at Meng Qian who was listening to their chat in a low-key manner: "I also found a financial partner."

Fred looked at Meng Qian: "There is someone to accompany this old lunatic again."

Meng Qian, who was not clear about the inside story, could only laugh, while Tiger laughed: "So this is the reason why I have a net worth of billions and you are still hovering on the line of food and clothing, how about it?"

"Do I have a choice?" Fred shrugged: "They want to steal my toys and property, and I can only throw bombs on them."

"Welcome." Tiger reached out to him, "Old crazy." (To be continued.) Mobile users please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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