Liu Ziguang calmly lit a cigarette, took two puffs and asked: "So, you are considered the number one figure in the cabinet. Who are you now the head of the government-in-exile?"
"The king's son, Your Majesty Bobby, he is the first son of His Majesty the King's third wife..."
"Wait a minute, how many sons does the old king have? Who is your father?" Bei Xiaoshuai stopped Martin from speaking further and asked a very sharp question...
"My mother is the daughter of the king's first wife. Of course, he was not the king when I was born, but was just the chief of a larger tribe. After he came to the throne in the 1980s, the king married fourteen more wives and had fourteen more wives.
He has more than fifty children, among whom His Royal Highness Bobby once studied in the UK and is the legal crown prince."
"I understand. Your ranking in the royal family is over fifty. What's going on with the deputy minister? How many ministers are there in the cabinet?"
"There is...the Secretary of Defense, the Secretary of Foreign Affairs and Trade, and the Secretary of the Interior."
"That's all?"
"That's all."
Everyone stopped talking, and a picture emerged in their minds. A few black people set up two thatched sheds deep in the jungle, and hung a big sign outside with two big words on it: Cabinet!
Liu Ziguang waved his hand: "Your Highness Martin, what's the matter? You have been tired from the journey and it's time to rest. Second, arrange for two more comprehensive technicians to wait for our deputy ministerial foreign guests to sleep."
Martin suddenly became restless and said: "I want a Thai-style full set, plus a Wenzhou health care."
Zhuo Li stood up and said: "This is not easy, someone is here!"
The waiter came in in response, and Zhuo Li ordered: "Take Mr. Beile to the lobby to pick two, make a full set, and pay the bill."
Martin followed the waiter out, and the indoor meeting continued. Liu Ziguang flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "What do you think of this matter?"
"I will invest if I can make money. Anyway, I have millions of spare cash in my hands and no place to invest. I don't dare to enter the stock and housing market, so why don't I invest in Martin's restoration of the country? But why do I feel that this is a bit mysterious, even if I help them?
If the general overthrows it, what good will it do to us? A country the size of a booger has a total population of only half a million. At best, it is just a larger town below Nantai County, and it is thousands of miles away. I think it will be difficult to recover the cost."
Zhuo Li was the first to speak.
"I agree." Bei Xiaoshuai also raised his hand, "That place is nothing but bananas. Hainan has a lot of these things. They have been rotten since they were shipped from Africa and cannot be sold at a high price. I think
It’s better to forget about it and give them a batch of watermelon knives and other things and let them play with it on their own.”
Liu Ziguang nodded and asked Li Jianguo: "What do you mean?"
"Tactically speaking, it is feasible. As long as I have fifty troops, I can capture San Juan. However, there are too many strategic uncertainties. Military victory may not guarantee political victory. Whether it is the Kaye tribe or the Wendu
The conflict between the ethnic groups is a confusion that has formed over hundreds of years. This is not a problem that we can solve." Li Jianguo thought about it and expressed his opinion.
"Okay, let's do this for today and let's talk tomorrow." Liu Ziguang announced that the meeting was over. Li Jianguo and the others went straight downstairs to drink. Liu Ziguang was the last one to come out, but he found a familiar figure in the shadow at the top of the stairs.
Not to mention, the black man wearing a dark satin bathrobe standing in the dark, the concealment effect is absolutely first-class.
"Martin, why are you here?" Liu Ziguang asked calmly.
Uncharacteristically, Chen Martin did not have a playful smile, and said with a somewhat forlorn expression: "I know this is difficult, but I still hope you can reach out and give us a hand to help our Kaye people. Although we are very backward and poor, the Kaye people are grateful.
I guarantee that every penny of your investment will be doubled."
Liu Ziguang stepped forward and held Chen Martin's shoulders and said: "Brother, what are you talking about? No one said I won't help you. After all, we are not international tycoons who spend a lot of money, we are just some small businessmen who opened a bathing center security company. Such a big investment
, you have to be careful, by the way, didn’t you go for a massage?”
"My compatriots are still in dire straits, and I feel uncomfortable when I think about them, so I didn't do a full set of treatments, just a small health care regimen."
Liu Ziguang laughed heartily: "Don't be mentally burdened, everything you should have will be taken care of."
…
I washed my feet with Martin and learned more about the domestic affairs of West Sadamoya. It was already eleven o'clock in the night. When Liu Ziguang left Huaqing Pool and picked up his car in the parking lot, he noticed a person standing in the corner.
Smoking, cigarette butts flickering in the dark.
"Jianguo, how long have you been waiting?" Liu Ziguang opened the car door and motioned to the person in the corner to get in the car.
Li Jianguo got into the car quietly and said in a confused tone: "Are you tempted?"
Liu Ziguang drove the car and said slowly: "The difficulty is a bit difficult, but it is not completely hopeless. If it succeeds, it will be enough to get a few franchise rights."
"I'm not involved in strategic matters. I'm only concerned with tactics. With fifty men and small weapons, I'll take San Juan for you."
A smile appeared on Liu Ziguang's lips, and he knew that Li Jianguo was a restless person. There was a kind of person in the world who was born to like to live a life of bullets and bullets with his head in his belt, and Li Jianguo was exactly this kind of person.
"It's time for those things in the cave to see the light of day." Liu Ziguang turned the steering wheel and drove west.
Forty minutes later, the car reached the depths of the Western Mountains. In the late autumn season, the mountains were covered with red leaves. The moonlight fell from the shadows of the trees, illuminating the mottled patches on the ground. In the distance, owls screamed strangely, and the whooshing mountain wind blew by.
People can't help but wrap up their clothes tightly.
Stepping on the thick fallen leaves, we came to the long-abandoned mountain villa. It was originally a private club in the suburbs of large-scale development. It has become depressed since it was bulldozed by Liu Ziguang. Several times, Nie Wanlong wanted to renovate the operation or change hands, but because of the discovery
Discard anything that is not clean.
The clubhouse was in a mess, with broken glass all over the floor, curtains hung low, and a layer of dust covering the furniture. A faint cry came from afar, vaguely and creepily.
Liu Ziguang and Li Jianguo walked in the ghostly courtyard as if there was no one around, entered the backyard directly from the side door, climbed out from the back wall, and climbed the thorny cliff with their bare hands.
This road was very difficult to walk. Even rock climbers had to use equipment to climb up. However, the two of them climbed up as if they were walking on flat ground and disappeared between the cliffs.
When raiding the Nie family's private club last year, Wang Zhijun happened to discover this nuclear war shelter built during the Cultural Revolution. No one knew how big the shelter was. They only knew that after digging for almost a year, they still couldn't find the bottom. Liu Ziguang
After becoming a reserve major, I also went to the Ministry of Human Resources and Armed Forces to search for files in this area, but all the files during the ten years of turmoil were nowhere to be found.
Only a few people knew the secret of the nuclear war shelter. In order to ensure that no one would discover it, Liu Ziguang also sent people to create the illusion of being haunted and planted thorn bushes on the mountain to prevent curious backpackers from intruding.
The layout of the shelter has basically remained unchanged, except that the original diesel generator has been repaired, a few light bulbs have been replaced, and the spider webs in the corners have been cleaned up. Liu Ziguang pulled the light cord, and the lights in the corridor came on one after another.
, these lights are powered by batteries and do not require starting a generator.
Under the dim light, everything remained as it was forty years ago, and a chilling air arose spontaneously. The two came to the door of the storage room, opened the huge iron lock, and pushed open the heavy iron door. There was a faint smell inside.
The musty smell hit his face. Liu Ziguang turned on the light and saw dozens of pine boxes neatly arranged in the room.
The long box was coated with a layer of military green paint on the outside, with white writing on it, the kind of simplified characters unique to the Cultural Revolution period. The writing was mottled, and words such as automatic rifles could be vaguely seen.
Li Jianguo moved a box and opened the wooden lid to reveal the mystery inside. A long strip wrapped in kraft paper was stuck on the support board. He peeled off the kraft paper to reveal the thick oil seal inside. It can be seen that this is
A Type 63 automatic rifle that is uncommon in the world.
The long bayonet is folded under the barrel. The ocher red wooden gun body and stock present a unique beauty of old-fashioned weapons. The oil seal on the metal parts is very thick and cannot be scraped off, but it is this layer of oil seal that can
Keep weapons functioning properly.
Along with the gun were four 20-round magazines. The magazine feed opening was similar to that of the Type 56 automatic rifle, but there was an embossed five-pointed star on the magazine. Li Jianguo pressed the magazine support plate, and the spring squeaked.
A squeaking sound.
"The springs are a bit old," Li Jianguo said.
"It doesn't matter, we can let the factory produce this." Liu Ziguang took the rifle, pulled the bolt and looked inside the chamber, handed it back and said, "How many guns like this are there?"
"Currently, there are thirty automatic rifles, two squad machine guns, and fifty boxes of expired bullets, all here." Li Jianguo pointed to a pile of things in the corner.
Liu Ziguang stepped forward, picked up a powerful light machine gun and said, "This thing looks familiar. The Eighth Route Army used this on TV. He stood up and shouted, "Little Japan, this is what your grandma used."
"
Li Jianguo smiled and said: "Yes, this is a modified Canadian-made 79 Boran. It now uses 56-type automatic ammunition and a 56-pound 30-round magazine for use by militiamen."
"That's all?"
"That's all for now. There may be more to dig deeper, but our equipment and manpower are not up to it."
Liu Ziguang nodded. The matter of the nuclear war shelter was extremely confidential. He only asked Wang Zhijun and a few trustworthy men to take turns digging. He did not use mechanical equipment, only tools such as shovels and hoes, and the digging speed was naturally slow.
"These weapons can be used by removing the oil seal. The Type 63 is nicknamed the mule in our army. I used it when I was in the Northwest Military Region. This guy can hit farther than the 56 and has more firepower than the 56 and a half. In winter, the wooden butt is not close to the face.
Cold, the old Taliban in Afghanistan love to use it.”
When talking about guns, Li Jianguo was obviously more talkative. He stroked the sharp weapon that had been dormant for many years, and his eyes were as gentle as those of an infatuated man stroking his lover's hair.
"Jianguo, I'm afraid these guns won't be used anymore," Liu Ziguang said suddenly.