On the third day after Ilham met Zhou Qingfeng, Sattari, who was previously responsible for purchasing Tomcat accessories, took the opportunity to rush to Boryspil with the wishes of the higher-ups in Persia and began formal talks with Zhou Qingfeng.
Also in the temporary field command tent, the meeting between the two was relatively relaxed. Zhou Qingfeng first asked: "Is the Tomcat engine sold to you six months ago good to use?"
Ahaha..., Sattari immediately smiled heartily, nodded his head and said: "Very good, very good.
Through the spare parts purchased in Boryspil, we have repaired eight Tomcat fighter jets in six months, and the combat readiness rate of flying Tomcats has also doubled.
Thank you so much. We are preparing to hold an arms display recently to let the evil enemy see our strength. Persia will never be defeated by the blockade."
Being able to repair eight Tomcats within half a year was a great political achievement for Sattari. Seeing him smiling happily, Zhou Qingfeng said quietly: "But this is not enough to break the blockade. Your economy is still
difficulty."
Blockade is a trick that Yingjiang tries every time. It can really make a country miserable and drag down the development of the entire society. There are many examples, and flower growers are one of them.
Persia's industrial capacity is limited, and oil exports are almost its lifeblood. However, the Persian Gulf is controlled by Eagle Sauce, and no one can easily do business with Persia. The blockade is even more miserable than that of flower growers.
In order to break the blockade, Persia has thought of various tricks, but none of them can compare with the benefits brought by oil exports.
Zhou Qingfeng's words were a blatant slap in the face, "The military accessories you purchased recently have dropped sharply, while civilian supplies have increased rapidly. The transaction volume will be close to US$100 million within half a year."
Sattari was suddenly embarrassed. He knew what was going on better than Ilham?
Because the Holy Light has its own airlines and transport planes, logistics is very convenient. A large number of Persian dignitaries saw the business opportunities and came desperately to purchase. All this cost was real foreign exchange reserves.
As for the 'Tomcat'... Yingjiang hasn't come over yet, so what are you afraid of?
Everything in the world is getting worse.
After secretly mocking, Zhou Qingfeng did not embarrass Sattari. He directly proposed his own plan, "Maybe we can help each other. I am willing to buy your oil, and we will be responsible for the transportation."
Is there such a good thing?
Sattari immediately raised his head, his eyes shining as if he had seen a savior.
"But I hope to reach a currency swap agreement with you. Referring to the U.S. dollar exchange rate, the soft currency will be exchanged for rial. The oil trade will be paid in soft currency." Zhou Qingfeng set out the first condition.
Sattari hesitated immediately.
"I have an aerospace consortium in my hands that is developing a new generation of heavy-duty multi-purpose fighter jets based on the F-14A Tomcat fighter jet. I hope you can participate and invest."
Sattari's expression even dropped.
Zhou Qingfeng also has a third condition, "My 'Combined' also has a Blue Army fleet. I hope we can send pilots to each other for actual combat exercises and improve each other. As for the 'Tomcat' accessories you need, you can naturally use Ruanmei
Coin purchase.”
Satari's face was expressionless, and he stared at Zhou Qingfeng coldly, trying to figure out what the other party wanted to do. But with so many clues, after thinking for a long time, he still returned to the original point - selling oil.
Persia urgently needs to sell oil in exchange for foreign exchange. This is a matter of money, and it is almost a dead end - the world has been suffering for a long time, and the hegemony of the US dollar has suppressed the whole world.
After thinking for a long time, Sattari did not reject Zhou Qingfeng's request outright. He said that he would report to Tehran first and that he had no right to make any decision.
Zhou Qingfeng expressed his understanding of this, and then watched as Sattari wrote a telegram and asked the attaché to return to Kiev and send it back to Tehran.
At the same time, at the Eagle Embassy in Ermao in Kiev, Michelle, a young foreign girl affiliated with the CIA, was standing boredly at the window on the second floor of the embassy, staring at the scattered pedestrians on the street.
After the attack on Boris Bol failed, Michelle immediately fled back to the embassy and escaped the revenge of Zhou Qingfeng and the black market merchants. That night she received dozens of calls for help, all hoping that Yingjiang would help.
But then there was nothing more. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't arrived in time, Ma Keshi almost lost his life. Afterwards, he became furious and launched a brutal massacre, frantically seeking revenge on his enemies.
Not to mention the backbone of the public intellectuals supported by Yingjiang, even the informants that the CIA had painstakingly laid out for many years and even the third-party NGO members were mercilessly slaughtered. Not even the authentic American personnel responsible for the behind-the-scenes organization could escape.
The CIA wanted to get rid of Boryspil's stronghold, so Zhou Qingfeng wiped out all personnel related to the CIA, leaving only the Eagle Sauce Embassy intact, which was considered as a last bit of face.
The day after the incident, Michelle received news one after another. Nearly half of the personnel in the intelligence network she was responsible for were uprooted, and the remaining people panicked and fled.
Some of the victims were in high positions and received heavy protection, but they were killed one after another without any resistance. Some even died inexplicably, and the murderer could not be traced afterwards.
Yingjiang's influence in Ermao's family instantly lost at least one-third, and the remaining two-thirds had to go into hibernation or even flee.
Michelle was puzzled afterwards - how did the 'Holy Light' penetrate into her intelligence network? Some intelligence agents were clearly killed through a single line of contact.
This massacre was so brutal that Michelle regretted instigating her superiors to launch a devastating blockade of the 'Holy Light'. She didn't understand this opponent at all, so she couldn't bear his revenge methods.
The top brass of the CIA are also aware of the seriousness of the situation, but they must bear it now if they can't bear it. They must retaliate equally, either until one party falls, or until both parties can't stand it anymore.
During the Cold War, the United States and the Soviet Union continued to hunt each other's intelligence personnel. This hunting was extremely cruel and bloody, and could easily affect innocent people. All foreign intelligence agents must be extremely careful, as they will die if they are exposed.
Although a little frustrated, Michelle still believed that the CIA was only a temporary failure. The United States has enough power to kill this smuggling company with official background, it just takes some time.
The little foreign girl stood in front of the one-way transparent window for a long time. There was a knock on the door of the office. An intelligence attaché from the embassy walked in, holding a piece of paper in his hand, "Michelle, we monitored and deciphered something special.
radio information."
The information on the page is simple but the content is clear.
After a few glances, the little foreign girl was horrified, "How did this damn company hook up with the Persians? What does F-14A mean? The Persians handed over the Tomcat fighter jets to the Holy Light for improvement?"
The Holy Light still wants to do Persian oil business? Aren’t they afraid of our blockade in the Gulf? Are there any new maritime smuggling channels?”
Michelle asked a series of questions in one breath, but the embassy's military attache just shrugged. The latter sighed: "We tried to redeploy manpower to Boryspil. But unfortunately, none of them succeeded.
Instead, the intelligence officer in charge of this matter was killed three days ago while out shopping. The Kiev police determined that it was robbery and murder, and we can only continue to protest against this.
This damn company is killing our people without any qualms, but there is nothing we can do about it. My men are so demoralized that they are even afraid to leave the embassy."
This is the price you pay for not knowing the details of your opponent.
Michelle could only insist on saying: "It is my responsibility, I will investigate. Kiev's intelligence network has been destroyed, but the Persian side is still under our control. It is impossible for the opponent to make no mistakes."
The two Eagle Sauce intelligence officers nodded calmly and decided to continue their work.
At the same time, after sending the encrypted message, Sattari accepted Zhou Qingfeng's dinner invitation. When the two were talking, Zhou Qingfeng specifically asked: "The encrypted communication machine you are using is from the Swiss Crypto company, right?"
"What's wrong?"
Hearing the other party's dismissive tone, Sattari immediately felt nervous and felt that the steak on the dinner plate no longer tasted good.
Zhou Qingfeng chuckled, "The Swiss Crypto company was controlled by the CIA twenty years ago. The encrypted communication machines they sold had backdoors in the software and were easily decrypted."
While talking, Zhou Qingfeng also handed out a piece of paper in a deliberately irritating manner, "I also have an intelligence collection team under me. Your radio just sent out, and I received the deciphered message. Thank you for describing me in the message.
, I don’t intend to be angry.”
Sattari took a look at the telegram and found that it was the message he asked the embassy to send to Tehran. It not only contained Zhou Qingfeng's request, but also his evaluation of Zhou Qingfeng - a greedy and shameless yellow-skinned monkey.
"You knew that this telegram would be deciphered by the CIA, why didn't you warn it?"
"I've already said that I don't intend to be angry at your offense."
Zhou Qingfeng smiled so sinisterly that Sattari immediately sat on his back, feeling cold in his heart - he was dragged into the water.