"When will Saddam die?" Sun Shuying felt that this question was a bit unbelievable. He would die sooner or later, so why do you care about it?
She doesn't know when this person will die. There are too many things involved in this person. With the American temperament, it is impossible for him to die so quickly without squeezing out all the remaining value.
Therefore, the time of this person's death is very flexible. It may be one month later, or one year later, but it will not be ten years later. In any case, she can be sure that this person will definitely die.
She thought about it and then replied, "As for the specific time, it involves confidentiality. I can ask someone to ask Major General Zhang Taizhong of the National Strategy Department. He is relatively well-informed."
"Zhang Taizhong is a crow's mouth, and what he says doesn't work." Chen Taizhong snorted disdainfully. He still knew something about this person, "Strategic expert? Strategic deception expert... He is also called Taizhong. I am ashamed to talk to him.
As a companion, I am always right."
"This is the same," Sister Sun laughed heartily, laughed for a while, and then coughed lightly, "When Saddam will die, I can only know the approximate time. If you want to specify the month... go
Contact Huazixiang."
Our country is not as weak as I thought in terms of intelligence. When Chen Taizhong heard this answer, he nodded slightly and said, "I won't contact Hua Zixiang. I'm just asking you casually."
But since he asked this question, how could others take it lightly?
It was almost noon, so Chen Taizhong called Luo Yaping to make arrangements for the afternoon - District Chief Luo had an acquaintance in the Ministry of Science and Technology. District Chief Luo also had to deal with the General Forestry Administration.
After arranging these things, he came to Prince's Company to investigate Catherine and Isa's breach of appointment yesterday. Unexpectedly, at a glance, Prince's Company was extremely busy with people coming and going - this was the end of the year feast.
Bar?
So he turned around and left without even saying hello.
At this moment in the capital, he really had no place to go - he could go back to find Tang Yixuan, but he only said he was going out to do errands in the morning and came back before noon... Isn't that right?
After thinking about it, he contacted Xu Chunliang and said, "Don't you often travel to the capital? If you were in the capital now, we would have a drink at noon."
I'm in the capital, Xu Chunliang replied with a smile, "It's okay to eat, but not drinking. My friend is planning to have a child. He should quit smoking and drinking six months in advance."
"I'll take it for granted. Are you also planning to appoint a member of the Political Bureau's Standing Committee?" Chen Taizhong was quite speechless.
"Why do you say that?" Xu Chunliang laughed when he heard it, "But if you calculate the time, it's true... I'm not that ambitious. I'm just getting older and the old man is waiting to have a grandson."
"That's what Shao Guoli went for. He's getting married in March," Chen Taizhong replied with a smile.
"He is him, and I am me. I don't want my child to enter the officialdom," Xu Chunliang sighed, "My dad didn't go up this time, which is too irritating to me. Some people are really unscrupulous in doing things... and that kind of
Most people can’t stand the pressure.”
"Does the child have to enter the officialdom?" Chen Taizhong was idle, so he used a non-existent person as a topic.
"Then let's see if he has such talent," Xu Chunliang sighed, "Actually, it would be nice to be a carefree idler. Officialdom is too tiring and dangerous."
Chen Taizhong chatted for a few more words. After hanging up the phone, he called Wei Minghe. Director Wei immediately said happily, "Oh, Taizhong, you are here. You must sit down at noon... Boss, I have friends here."
Yes, please take a leave."
It turned out that the miserable Director Xu was sweeping the snow again, grinning as he did so. When a friend came, they naturally rescued him. After the two met, he even said proudly, "The leader doesn't want to let me go yet. Ask
Who am I here? I said it was Chen Taizhong, but he stopped talking."
"Isn't it?" Chen Taizhong was a little stunned when he heard this, "Am I so famous?"
"He knows Wu Weidong," Wei Minghe replied with a smile, "and you made a little too much noise when you did that."
"The capital city is not that big after all," Chen Taizhong smiled and shook his head. Wu Weidong was the son of Lieutenant General Wu Jinzhi and had been repaired by him once.
After joking for a while, everyone sat down in a hotel and asked for food. Yin Jinghua called, "Taizhong, are you asking Sun Shuying when Saddam will die?"
"Well, just out of curiosity, just ask," Chen Taizhong replied with a smile. He didn't want the Huang family to know what he was planning.
"She said you take this matter very seriously and she wants Nangong to help you understand." Who is Yin Jinghua? He has a good nose and can always find something to do. "What are your thoughts?"
"I don't have any idea," Chen Taizhong laughed dryly, "I just think this guy will die early and be born early."
"Because of the oil shale project?" Yin Jinghua hit the nail on the head.
"Yeah," Chen Taizhong didn't deny it - there was no need for it. Anyone who knew he was involved in establishing an oil shale project could guess his mentality. If he deliberately concealed it, he would be disadvantaged.
Yin Jinghua covered the transmitter of her cell phone and looked sideways at Huang Hanxiang, who was lying on the bed beside him. "He admitted it and said he would die early and be born early."
"Give me the phone," Mr. Huang sighed, reaching for the phone, "Then how did you let Saddam die early?"
"Hello, second uncle," Chen Taizhong greeted with a smile.
"I'm not good. I sprained my waist two days ago," Huang Hanxiang replied weakly, "I'm currently undergoing physical therapy in the hospital."
"Then let me see you?" Chen Taizhong asked quickly, "I help people with massage, and I still have some experience."
"No, it's almost fine." It's true that Huang Hanxiang twisted his waist, but it was just a soft tissue contusion. After a period of physical therapy, he was basically fine. It's just that as people get older, they recover more slowly, in order to avoid leaving sequelae.
, and also have to do physical therapy every day.
In fact, he is not that squeamish. The main reason is that he is old and wants to avoid people. He was not like this in the past. But in two years, the third child will challenge the bureau committee. The old man has said that he is not allowed to agree to things randomly.
So he rejected Xiao Chen's kindness and asked again, "Don't change the subject. How do you plan to let him die early?"
"I was just talking casually," Chen Taizhong replied with a dry smile. After a pause, he found that he couldn't wait for Huang Erbo's reply, so he could only cough lightly, "I want to try to see if I can pass my American friend.
Apply a little pressure."
"That Jew named Hein, Hammer's assistant?" Huang Hanxiang asked again. Jews and Arabs are natural enemies. The relationship between Iraq and Israel is notoriously tense. Moreover, Jews have great influence in the United States.
"I didn't expect that you even knew this," Chen Taizhong sneered again. With Lao Huang's intelligence gathering ability, it was normal for him to know about his dealings with Hein, but he could contact Hein about this matter.
Above - This kind of imagination that comes out of nothing is really terrifying.
"There's something wrong with your answer." Huang Hanxiang's reaction was also first-rate. After thinking about it, he asked again, "You have no plans to go abroad in the near future, right?"
"This... it really does exist," Chen Taizhong hesitated and told the truth. In fact, he was a little irritable. Lao Huang, is it interesting that you feel so sensitive?
Of course, his explanation must be followed up as soon as possible, "Our ramie exports are currently developing a bit slowly. I plan to participate in fashion weeks in Europe and the United States, one to learn from experience and the other to promote products."
"As soon as your product is promoted, maybe it will be promoted to Iraq?" Huang Hanxiang snorted, "Fashion Week is just after the Spring Festival, I know this."
"Iraq... that won't happen," Chen Taizhong firmly denied. "The clothing styles there are relatively simple, and the war is raging. I am a timid person who is afraid of death."
"If you are timid, there will be no bold one." Huang Hanxiang was a little dumbfounded. Then he snorted and spoke without hesitation, "Don't go abroad recently."
"This... okay," Chen Taizhong hesitated and agreed decisively, thinking to himself, I can get out with the wheels of an airplane, how can you stop me?
You agreed so readily? Huang Hanxiang intuitively felt that there was a problem here, so he added, "Don't interfere with Saddam's affairs... no matter from any angle."
Mr. Huang has always been a little doubtful about Chen Taizhong's ability. He doesn't know what Xiao Chen can do, but he has a subconscious thought that if the little guy is really serious, he may be able to get rid of Saddam.
"You really misunderstood me," Chen Taizhong shouted, sounding very wronged, "Even if I go abroad, I can't go to Iraq... I don't even want to go abroad, what else can I do?"
"The project will be established in March, April at the latest," Huang Hanxiang gave him an explanation. "Don't make any small moves. How and when that guy will die involves all aspects. There are many people to worry about, so let's not affect it."
The big picture.”
"April at the latest, that would be great," Chen Taizhong laughed, "Then I will go back and prepare?"
"Come to my house for a drink in the evening, and I'll make you scrambled eggs?" Chen Taizhong was really happy. With the completion of this project, more than half of his mission in the capital was completed.
"Well, this is pretty good," Huang Hanxiang hummed and pressed the phone.
Chen Taizhong was stunned - the co-author didn't need to go abroad or get rid of the goods, so he could get the oil shale project before April?
This was really an unexpected surprise, but for some reason, he always felt that if he didn't have the ability to get rid of Saddam, this project might not be so easy to implement.
Wei Minghe raised his hand to touch him, his eyes full of envy, "Lao Huang is going to your place again in the evening?"
"Old Huang, your name is Mr. Huang," Chen Taizhong rolled his eyes at him, then raised his eyelids, "Waiter, order!" (To be continued...)
ps: If something happens, I have finished coding and sending it out in advance, and I can summon the monthly ticket by the way.