Chapter 134 This bowl of chicken soup, I, Feisal, did it!
Chapter 134 I, Faisal, am done with this bowl of chicken soup!
Author: Brilliant fireworks
Chapter 134 I, Faisal, am done with this bowl of chicken soup!
The donkey tilted his head and caught a glimpse of Wang Zhen, who was motionless and in a daze, and shouted. Wang Zhen was thinking about something and didn't hear it.
This guy didn't know if he was infected by the shrapnel. He had a brain convulsion. He picked up a bottle of Coke and blocked the mouth of the bottle and shook it wildly.
Shrapnel's eyes were bright, and his face was full of excitement.
Shovel covered his mouth to prevent himself from laughing.
Guo Jingyun rolled his eyes. He still can't understand the Westerners' wanton pranks.
The poet smiled and squinted at the donkey walking farther and farther on the road to death.
"Bah!"
The scorching cola sprayed Wang Zhen in the face, frightening him so much that he suddenly jumped back. There was a "bang" sound, the chair fell, and Wang Zhen also fell backwards.
Hahahahaha, the wanton laughter of donkeys, shrapnel, and shovels resounded in the house.
"Fuck!" Wang Zhen wiped the coke from his face, stood up, and looked at the donkey sideways without saying anything.
Donkey looked at Wang Zhen, his laughter became smaller and smaller, and finally looked at Wang Zhen with an embarrassed look on his face, "Hey, aren't you so stingy? Are you angry?"
Wang Zhen still didn't speak. He just silently took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened his notebook, and started typing.
The atmosphere was getting weirder and weirder, and Donkey always felt like a cold air was surrounding him, giving him a bad premonition.
"Hey, hey, Wang, what are you doing?"
Guo Jingyun, who was sitting next to Wang Zhen, leaned over and took a look, but Wang Zhen didn't cover himself.
Donkey looked at Guo Jingyun and saw that his expression was getting very strange, and his heart suddenly became colder.
"Guo, Guo, tell me, what is Wang doing?" The donkey stood up and walked around the others towards this side.
At this moment, Wang Zhen had put away his cell phone and put it back in his pocket. He ignored the donkey and stretched out his hand to hold up the chair and sit on it.
Guo Jingyun suppressed his laughter and looked at Wang Zhen. Seeing that Wang Zhen had no objection, he smiled and said, "Wang just wrote a line in the notebook."
"What word?" Donkey asked immediately, and everyone looked at Guo Jingyun.
Guo Jingyun coughed slightly and imitated the broadcaster's tone and said: "At 12:45 noon on November 25, 2014, Mountbatten sprayed me in the face with Coke. I was not angry."
The room suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere gradually became weird.
The donkey's expression changes from relaxed to puzzled, from confused to shocked, and finally gradually collapses, which looks particularly fun.
"If you're not angry, why did you record it!" The donkey's voice was full of annoyance and sadness.
"Pfft, hahahaha." Everyone burst into laughter.
Shrapnel laughed the most exaggeratedly and slipped under the table.
Shovel kept wiping tears.
"I'm afraid I forgot." Wang Zhen picked up the napkin and wiped his face, saying nonchalantly.
Ha ha ha ha……
Everyone can imagine it, just look at how Wang Zhen deceived Feisal before. Maybe he will trick the donkey at some point. With the donkey's IQ, he might be sold by Wang Zhen and help Wang Zhen count the money.
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The poet shook his head and sighed, "No zuo no die why you try."
"No try no high give me five."
"let it go!"
"What the hell, poet, what are you talking about?" the donkey asked with a depressed look.
"Dueling, Chinese culture, is difficult to understand with your brain." The poet looked at the donkey calmly, with no contempt, only pure disregard.
"I'll kill you!" The donkey turned around and rushed towards the poet.
After laughing for a while, Wang Zhen washed his face and went out, calling Donkey on the way out.
The donkey didn't want to go, but he couldn't resist and followed Wang Zhen to the car with fear.
"Where to go?"
"Go to the party nest first. I contacted Faisal and went to see him."
I walked here many times and the journey was smooth. I arrived twenty minutes later and was greeted by Faisal before I even got off the bus.
"Hi, dear Wang, I finally see you again." Faisal seemed very excited and gave Wang Zhen a big hug, so hard that his voice was choked with sobs.
Wang Zhen: "..."
"I'm glad to see you too." Wang Zhen patted Faisal on the back helplessly.
"King, you can't imagine what I have experienced in the past month. It has been a nightmare. I seemed to have suddenly fallen into hell. Those demons have occupied Tikrit. They are killing and destroying Tikrit.
It turned into a wasteland, and most of my people died."
"Okay, this is not the place to talk. Let's go in." Wang Zhen could only comfort him.
Obviously, without the political commissar Wang, Faisal's career is like a castle on the beach, which will collapse at the slightest push.
Now Faisal looks very decadent, his income has plummeted, his original prosperity has been interrupted, and he can no longer afford to support the 30 people who continue to follow him.
When they came to the office that had been transformed from a small classroom again, the staff of several parties all looked at Wang Zhen. They all knew about the previous experiences, and they felt like they had found the organization again and the savior had arrived.
He seemed very excited.
The reason why Feisal insisted on asking Wang Zhen to come here to meet him was to boost morale.
Wang Zhen had a calm smile on his face and talked cordially with everyone.
Finally, he made a concluding speech: "There will always be wind and waves in the vast sea. Throughout Arab history, the rise of any family or country has not been ups and downs and full of twists and turns. It is precisely because of these setbacks that they are like a raging flame.
Calcining our bodies, forging our hearts as hard as steel."
"What I want to tell you is that the future is bright but the road is bumpy. This is the only way for the development of all just causes!"
"Bah bang bang bang." There was warm applause in the office.
This bowl of chicken soup in Wang Zhen has been accumulated over the years. It has the flavor of history and is extremely nutritious. After drinking a bowl, everyone immediately became excited.
The most emotional person was Faisal, who shed tears and wiped them away while applauding.
Even though the donkey next to him knew that Wang Zhen had no good intentions, he still felt excited when he listened.
Be careful, be very careful, Donkey kept telling himself in his mind, he was the one who was marked down by the guy in front of him.
After coming out of the office, the three of them found a teahouse nearby.
Because the Party Nest is a gathering place for dozens of parties, many people come here to discuss matters, and the nearby street is full of teahouses.
After serving the tea, Wang Zhen took a sip to moisten his throat, and then continued: "You don't have to be too depressed, just relax, this may not be your opportunity."
"Great, I knew Wang Zhen must have a solution." Feisal excitedly grabbed Wang Zhen's hand.
Pulling it out calmly, Wang Zhen coughed lightly and continued: "Because of Sha Damu, Tikrit did suffer a purge, but those old family forces still have huge influence."
"Just like the Adan Abboud family before, they have risen, but they are still hostile to those die-hard forces. In fact, the route you take is relatively more Western-oriented. You support further secularization and move towards the mainstream.
Culturally close.”
"But the current leaders in the Arab world rely on the power of tradition, and you are going in the opposite direction."
"There is a saying that without comparison, there is no harm. What happened in Tikrit will make them understand that any extreme is the beginning of disaster, and let them realize who is the power they can truly rely on."
Faisal kept nodding, his face beaming with joy, "What are the specifics? What should I do?"
This is too simple. There were many templates during the Republic of China.
What is historical heritage!
Wang Zhen took a sip of tea and began to talk non-stop, "Terrorists hide themselves among civilians so that they cannot be distinguished and cannot be attacked. You can also do the same and let your people disguise themselves as extremist believers to enter Tiktok.
Ritter, and then secretly throw pre-made leaflets on the street at night and draw big-character posters on the walls.”
"The content should be simpler. Write down the crimes committed by Ace after occupying Tikrit. Don't write about how many people were killed. Simple numbers are too boring. Write more specifically, which district and which district the victims were from.
People living on the streets, their families used to have a comfortable life, but now they are in ruins."
"When writing about Ace's cruel methods of killing, the torture suffered by women, and the suffering of children, it should be close to the lives of ordinary people. It can be illustrated with pictures and texts, so that people can relate to it at a glance."
"It may not have much effect at first, but it will ingrain this concept in people's hearts, and you can also write some notes on how to live under Ace's reign of terror. Everyone will definitely like to read this, and it is simple.
, firm belief.”
"There are many means of propaganda. If Ace collects these leaflets, they are out of fear. If they start a large-scale raid, it will inevitably create greater panic. Let me tell you, no matter what they do, it is wrong."
"You compile this into a report, and then make leaflets. I believe the U.S. government will be interested, and you will soon get their strong support. With the strong support of the United States, you can further communicate with those living in
The wealthy people in the Ace-occupied area have made contact."
"If you contact them, they will definitely give you funding without them publicly expressing their stance. They need a way out, and at the same time they need to maintain their business and maintain a high quality of life. The greater the scale of your propaganda in enemy-occupied areas, the more likely it will be to cause trouble.
The bigger the movement, the more support you get."
"You have to firmly believe that neither the United States nor the United Nations can watch a terrorist organization truly complete the establishment of a nation. Sooner or later, they will be eliminated. Now it is just the big countries fighting each other. Wait until the day when Ace Ace collapses.
, that’s when you soar into the sky!" As he spoke, Wang Zhen clenched his fists and waved them fiercely.
"Soaring into the sky!" Faisal was elated when he heard this, his breathing was rapid, his face turned red, he waved his arms and shouted loudly.
His mentor, Political Commissar Wang, has planned out the action plan and action plan, so he has nothing left to hesitate!
This bowl of chicken soup, I, Faisal, am done with!
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At the entrance of the Party Nest, Wang Zhen got in the car and drove out. Through the rearview mirror, Donkey saw Feisal still standing on his feet and waving his arms to say goodbye.
What Wang Zhen said sounded reasonable to Donkey, but he always felt that Feisal was going to suffer.