Li Wenjun said: "You were able to register a company in Spain so quickly and quietly, and you were able to create such a real identity. Could it be that you caught a politician, or had good connections in the government?"
Ji Qingtao's temples were pounding: "Here it comes again. What the hell..."
Yu Mingjie frowned and glanced at Ji Qingtao, then said to Ji Yaqing: "Taiyang, don't imitate your father."
Ji Yaqing covered her mouth and smiled.
Ji Qingtao took a deep breath: "I even suspected that you were willing to convince that pervert to have a truce with me because you took a fancy to my company and my clone."
Li Wenjun said: "Don't talk nonsense, just answer yes or no."
Ji Qingtao snorted: "Yes."
Li Wenjun: "Okay, let's find a way for that person to convince the Prime Minister to support the current Turkish Prime Minister to take over as the next president."
Ji Qingtao laughed angrily: "Can you understand some common sense before telling me? The president of Turkey must be elected. First, several parties run for election. Which party wins, the party leader will become the president. And it won't start until May.
.There is only one situation that requires the temporary election of a president, and that is if the president dies during his term of office.”
He suddenly stopped and hung up the phone.
Then he ran outside and called Li Wenjun on his mobile phone: "I'm throwing him on the street. You don't plan to assassinate the president. We can't do this. You will really be arrested and shot. We will even kill your body."
I can’t even get it back.”
Li Wenjun smiled: Although this guy is perverted, he still reacts very quickly.
He said: "No. Don't worry. I'm not that afraid of death."
Ji Qingtao breathed a sigh of relief and muttered: "I'm not worried about you, I'm just afraid that my niece, my little sister and Gu Zhanyan will force me to rescue you from the Turkish prison. It will be fatal..."
Li Wenjun said: "Go and do the work I want you to do. Don't think about what you have and what you don't have."
Ji Qingtao: "Hey, why do you talk to your elders in this tone?"
Li Wenjun: "Five percent stake in the Black Sea coastal port."
Ji Qingtao: "Okay, I'll make a call now."
Their conversations have always been so short and rough.
He quite liked it.
Then Li Wenjun called Leto again.
Leto was very excited and said: "Li Wenjun, a gold mine was dug out in the place you circled. There is really gold!!"
Li Wenjun said: "Stop, listen to me. Can you get Ukraine to support someone in Turkey's election campaign?"
Leto calmed down and said, "You're crazy. Your demands are getting more and more outrageous. I shouldn't have ignored you in the first place."
Li Wenjun said: "If it's done, I'll let you own one hectare of land in Turkey. You can hold it as an individual or as a company. In this way, you have overseas assets. If you can't stay in Ukraine anymore, you can take refuge here."
."
Leto: "Ten hectares."
Li Wenjun: "Deal."
Leto took a breath: "Fuck, I should have asked for fifty."
Li Wenjun said: "Don't regret it, go to work quickly."
Li Wenjun called Uso again.
Uso also cursed for a while, but was finally convinced by Li Wenjun that he could own land in Turkey. He was more conservative and only offered five hectares.
Li Wenjun hung up the phone and let out a long breath. Then he found Tang Zhaonian in a daze and asked, "What's wrong?"
Tang Zhaonian said: "You know? They heard that they could buy land in Turkey and bring the pro-Western Suman to power, so they immediately agreed. Now that Haikou has been boasted about, I see how you will end it. And maybe Erza
Will come back to us soon."
Li Wenjun said: "It doesn't have to end, we just have to wait patiently. Don't you want to see a belly dance performance? Go there tonight. You can see enough tonight."
In the evening, Tang Zhaonian and Li Wenjun went to watch the belly dance show again.
But this time, Tang Zhaonian was a little absent-minded.
The dancers above were dancing enthusiastically when Li Wenjun received a call from Suman: "Erza is dead. He died in the hotel room at around eight o'clock in the evening. It is initially determined to be a heart attack. I will inform you before the news is released."
So fast……
Li Wenjun was stunned for a moment before replying: "Yeah."
Suman: "Are the conditions you mentioned this morning still valid?"
Li Wenjun said: "It works."
Suman: "Okay, I just returned to Ankara. Come to my office tomorrow and we will have a good talk."
Li Wenjun hung up the phone.
Tang Zhaonian asked: "What's the matter?"
Li Wenjun dipped his hand in wine and wrote a few words on the table: "Erza is dead."
Then erase.
Tang Zhaonian stood up immediately: "What?!"
Everyone, including the belly dancers and musicians, stopped and stared at him: Damn, this guest, everyone is very excited. But no matter how excited you are, don't suddenly imitate a sheep, okay?!
Tang Zhaonian turned around to look, blushed and pretended to be nonchalant before sitting down again.
Then the music continues and so does the belly dancer.
Tang Zhaonian asked: "When did it happen?"
Li Wenjun looked at his watch: "An hour ago."
As soon as I finished speaking, the cell phones and pagers of many people around me began to ring.
Then many people rushed out.
In less than five minutes, there were only a few guests left in the huge nightclub, including Li Wenjun and Tang Zhaonian.
The belly dancer stood there blankly, not knowing whether she should continue.
Li Wenjun sighed and said, "Let's go too. It's time to call those people to urge them on their progress."
More than ten hours have passed since he called them.
They should have made the call they should have made.
It's time to close the net.
They went out, Tang Zhaonian drove, and then Li Wenjun made a phone call.
Without exception, the person on the other end of the phone cursed, then said it was done and was waiting for a signal.
After Li Wenjun finished fighting, he replaced the driver and Tang Zhaonian did the driving.
The people on Tang Zhaonian's side were obviously much more polite. After contacting him about this matter, he still had to book the earliest flight ticket to Ankara tomorrow.
When Li Wenjun and the others arrived at the hotel, news was playing on the TV in the lobby: Current President Erza had a heart attack and was found dead in the hotel earlier today...
Now they don't have to pretend, and they don't have to worry about Erza coming to pester them.
Tang Zhaonian had not fully recovered from the shock, so he stupidly followed Li Wenjun into the room.
Li Wenjun poured him a glass of water.
He took a sip and drank it dry, then murmured: "Why so fast..."
He knew that the methods used in politics were very dark, but he didn't expect it to be so dark. It was much more cruel than the underworld. After all, the underworld still has deep hatred to kill people.
This and this are not personal grudges at all.
Li Wenjun said: "They may be ready to take action. After Erza met us yesterday, they were afraid of long nights and dreams and did not dare to wait any longer."
