Mr. Wu has been shrewd all his life, and being able to do business in an environment like Siam for decades without falling apart shows that he has a clear vision and knows how to advance and retreat.
When Du Fei proposed to do business with him, Mr. Wu immediately understood that Du Fei wanted the credibility and prestige he had accumulated over the years in the Siam Shopping Mall.
Doing business is about making money, and money begets money. Neither Du Fei nor Gu Dan is suitable to take part in this aspect.
Gu Dan is a warlord and Du Fei is an outsider, making it difficult for the locals to trust them.
This requires a middleman like the Wu family to mediate and coordinate operations.
Ordinarily, from the Wu family's perspective, this may not be a good thing.
The Wu family already has a lot of money. Over the years, they have established connections with military officials in shopping malls and Siam, and ordinary people do not dare to exploit his family.
As for Du Fei's point of asking others to pluck the wool, it actually doesn't matter.
When doing business, why do people let you make this money? Those people are originally prepared to smooth the relationship. The only difference is who to give and how much to give.
But now, Du Fei comes to find him, which is equivalent to announcing that all his previous tricks are invalid, and he wants to cooperate with Du Fei and Gu Dan.
This cooperation seems to be able to make more money than before, but it contains many uncertain risks.
For example, what are the personalities of Du Fei and Gu Dan? Will they change over time? Will they make other excessive demands?
For the Wu family, everything needs to be re-adjusted.
If given a choice, Mr. Wu would not easily agree to Du Fei's request, but does he have a choice?
The moment Du Fei showed up at his house, the outcome of this matter was already doomed, unless the Wu family immediately gave up everything and left Siam.
Du Fei did not stay at Wu's house for long and left in less than half an hour.
Mr. Wu walked all the way to the door, watching Du Fei's motorcade drive away with a smile on his face. His smile faded, revealing a sad look.
Back in the house, there was a middle-aged man standing in the living room on the first floor. He was Wu Yuan, the eldest son of the Wu family and the successor of this generation of the Wu family.
"Father~" Wu Yuan called out respectfully.
The old man said "Hmm" and raised his hand to sign: "Let's go to the study to talk."
Wu Yuan followed him up to the second floor and came to a study room.
As soon as he entered the room, Wu Yuan asked: "Father, I heard everything just now, what do you mean?"
There was a secret room next to the reception room just now, and Wu Yuan was listening next to it.
Mr. Wu sighed and said, "Does it matter what I mean? Can I still refuse?"
Wu Yuan frowned and said: "Father, can he still..."
He didn't finish what he said, but the meaning was clear.
Mr. Wu raised his eyebrows and glanced at him: "Why not? Didn't you see those planes these days? Didn't you hear the gunfire from the palace just now? It turns out that we can't reject the royal family or the military. Why do you think that we can?
Rejecting Du Fei, who is stronger than them? Just because we are also flower people? Ayuan, I told you that businessmen are most afraid of taking things for granted."
"Yes~" Wu Yuan immediately lowered his head and agreed.
Mr. Wu sighed: "You have to remember that people have gun barrels in their hands. As long as they are guns, they can kill people. This Du Fei dares to shoot. Have you forgotten how Suharto died in the first place?
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Wu Yuan's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly reacted: "Father, are you saying...our Majesty...is going to be in trouble too this time?"
Mr. Wu pursed his lips and said, "It's hard to say, but based on the current situation, I'm afraid... the most important thing is that he crossed the line and killed other farmers."
Wu Yuan chewed his teeth and said, "This... this is regicide!"
Mr. Wu curled his lips, glared at him and said: "You are young, how can you be more stubborn than me? What nonsense is regicide? A foreign king can beheaded by a messenger from the Han and Tang Dynasties with just one sentence."
Wu Yuan's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.
Mr. Wu continued: "Ayuan, don't think too much. Although there are risks this time, it may not be an opportunity for our Wu family. Haven't you seen the situation in the past few years? The mainland has returned
When the union came to fruition, it became one of the five permanent members, and it was a major country recognized by the world. Furthermore, in Nanyang, there was Shanbei first, and then Borneo. Especially in Borneo, Suharto could be called a temporary tycoon.
The character, Du Fei, a young man, was forced to get into the current situation. What does this mean? It means that the power over there has been radiated."
At this point, Mr. Wu stared out the window meaningfully, then calmed down a little and continued: "More importantly, how did America react to these actions?"
Wu Yuan had already reacted: "You mean America acquiesced?"
Mr. Wu said: "Yes, this is the most important thing. The general trend is now clear. Hua Mei joins forces to deal with Su Lian. In return, America understands the interests of Hua Guo in Nanyang..."
Wu Yuandao: "But if you say that, father, why are you still frowning?"
Mr. Wu sighed and said: "Although the general trend is here, we can't look at it this way when it comes to business... In short, this matter is not that simple. Once we cooperate with them, there are some things we must be in front of and bear the pressure. Can we
Can't stand it..."
Wu Yuan was more understanding at this time: "Father, you just said that you can't refuse this matter. Since you can't refuse, what is there to worry about?"
"That's what it is said." Mr. Wu sighed: "The older people get, the less courageous they become. How can you not think about it~"
…
At the same time, in a magnificent palace far away in Moscow.
There is a group of photos on the desk in front of an old man.
The photo was taken from Bangkok, showing the Y-8 fleet flying over from the sky, as well as taking off and landing from the airport.
The old man was wearing a white suit and holding a Cohiba cigar in his hand.
The smoke swirled around in the old man's mouth, then slowly spit out, covering his cheeks.
There were four people standing opposite the desk, two in military uniforms and two in suits.
The old man tapped the desk with his cigar-holding hand, and said calmly: "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
A middle-aged man in a suit said: "This was just received from Nanyang. According to the current situation, Kuching dispatched a large number of transport planes to conduct an air raid on the airport in Siam and occupied the Bangkok Airport and its surrounding areas.
Affiliated areas…”
The old man had no expression on his face. He listened patiently to what the other person said and asked, "What was America's reaction?"
The man replied: "There is no response yet, but based on the current situation, the other party seems to have acquiesced."
The old man frowned and said: "It seems that our comrades in the East have completely turned to the opposite side and abandoned their beliefs."
Several people present were silent. When it comes to this issue, they couldn't express their opinions easily.
After the old man finished speaking, he remembered something again: "Kuching... the name sounds a bit familiar."
A young man in military uniform reminded: "The person who actually controls this place is named Du Fei. You once awarded him a medal."
The old man suddenly realized: "By the way, I remembered that Comrade Merkin's granddaughter seems to be very close to this Du Fei."
Another middle-aged man in a suit immediately continued: "Yes, Comrade Natasha, Comrade Park Zhe from North Korea, and this Du Fei jointly built a route from Nanyang to Moscow. Recently, the route has appeared on the market.
A large amount of fresh fruit comes through this route."
As he spoke, he subconsciously glanced at the fruit plate next to him, which contained pineapple and two mangoes.
The old man nodded: "I know about this. Comrades at the grassroots level have responded very well and it has enriched people's lives."
The middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly echoed: "Yes, it is under your wise leadership that our country's construction can achieve greater achievements than America in all aspects."
The old man was very pleased, and then his eyes returned to these photos: "Du Fei... By the way, our base in the Anda Islands was first proposed by this little guy, right?"
Another middle-aged man in military uniform nodded: "Yes~"
The old man looked at the photo and took another puff of his cigar: "He's a very thoughtful little guy and very courageous. He uses the transport plane tactics well."
Several people present didn't quite understand what this meant, but they didn't dare to ask more.
This matter is not simple, because when it involves Du Fei, it also involves Natasha and her family.
The situation here is very complicated, and it is not a good thing to get involved.
On the other hand, inside the suburban villa of Xindeli.
Xindila's hair has turned completely white. The past two years have been very hard for her, and her health is not as good as before.
Not only does he look older, but he also has no black hair left.
At this time, similar photos were also placed in front of her.
Unlike Mosco's calm attitude, Xindila's face was extremely ugly.
It's not because of the situation in Siam, but simply because of the Y-8 aircraft.
She even couldn't believe that the transport plane in the photo was actually made of flowers and fruits!
Obviously when it first started, Indu's industrial base far exceeded that of flowers and fruits. When the Yingguo people left, what was left behind was a semi-industrialized Indu.
However, the flowers and fruits are in ruins and are completely destitute and white.
Why was Huaguo able to independently manufacture such a large transport aircraft in just over 20 years!
Although the Yun-8 is strictly a medium-sized transport aircraft, in the eyes of Xindila, it can carry a load of twenty tons, which is already considered a large one.
Even though Huaguo has long announced the H-8, the situation of bombers and transport aircraft is different.
Bombers are completely military, and to a certain extent, cost can be ignored.
But transport aircraft are different. Transport aircraft are half-military and half-civilian. Once mass-produced, cost issues must be considered.
Among the photos, the one with the most captured a total of seven aircraft. It was the intersection of two fleets coming one at a time.
According to intelligence, Du Fei used at least fifty transport planes of this type this time, transporting at least 13,000 people to Siam within forty-eight hours.
This shows that the technology of this kind of transport aircraft is quite mature and can be fully produced on a large scale, rather than being a face-saving project that is used to fool people and fill the air.
Looking at the photo, Xindila was speechless for a long time, and then sighed.
She knew that neither she nor Indu had a chance.
After the last battle, they had completely distanced themselves from Huaguo. In other words, this distance existed before that, but they were just unwilling to admit it.
Now, it is even more different.
Flowers and fruits are booming, the economy grew by more than 8% last year, and the situation this year is also very good.
At this rate, it will surpass Yingguo and become sixth in the world in at most two years.
On the other hand, they lost the northeastern state and the four southern states, and their economy suffered large-scale damage.
According to statistics, the total economic output shrank by one-third last year, falling from the original eleventh place to Sweden, and now close to the twentieth place.
Xindila couldn't help but rub her temples to relieve the anxiety in her heart.
It's time to recognize the reality.
Previously, she tried to restore the territory, taking advantage of the fact that Lebanese aided Korea and that Bengal did not border the four southern kingdoms, she prepared to defend from the east and attack from the south, or at least restore the south.
But reality slapped her hard.
In her opinion, the reason why Li Yuanchao could not be defeated was because he was attacked by surprise, and the soldiers under Li Yuanchao were not really Shan Bei soldiers.
Now that those additional interfering factors are gone, as long as the coalition forces from the north and Bengal are blocked in the east, the south will have the opportunity to concentrate its forces and defeat the four princely kingdoms.
However, she was only half right. Strategically, she deployed defenses on the eastern front and indeed blocked Li Yuanchao.
The coalition forces in Shanbei and Bangladesh have little interest in attacking. The two sides have been in a stalemate for such a long time, and there has not been a large-scale battle.
In the south, the situation did not exceed her expectations. The fighting capabilities of the four kingdoms were very low.
The only thing she didn't expect was that her own men's combat effectiveness wasn't much better.
This is also their common problem, habitually overestimating their own power.
As a result, the fight has not done anything to the four kingdoms in the south. It is basically pulling them close to the original line of control.
The only progress is that more and more military expenditures are being invested, but more than half of it goes into the pockets of certain individuals.
On the other hand, in Pingyang, Pu Zhe was just called to the office by his father.
"Father, you are looking for me~" Pu Zhe took them with his backhand. He was in a good mood recently and gained a few pounds during happy events.
Pu's father said, "Hmm," and said, "Let's take a look."
Pu Zhe didn't know what was going on, so he took two steps forward and picked up a stack of photos on his desk.
Above is also the scene of a group of Y-8 aircraft raiding the airport.
Pu Zhe quickly looked at a few pictures, frowned slightly and said: "This...is Yun-8? Father, what exactly is going on?"
Park's father said: "I just received the news that Du Fei used fifty Y-8s to raid Siam Airport two days ago and airlifted more than 10,000 people within 48 hours..."
When Pu Zhe heard this, he couldn't help but take a breath of air.
He was not a military novice. He understood the difficulty and strategic significance of this matter. He blinked his eyes quickly, licked his lips and said, "Succeeded?"
Park's father nodded: "According to the current situation, he obtained some support from the Siamese military in advance, and there was no air force interference when he raided the airport."
Pu Zhe nodded, even though there is this premise, it is surprising enough.
First of all, there are very few companies on Earth that can mobilize fifty medium and large transport aircraft at one time.
It can also effectively organize and conduct air raid operations.
He was a little unbelievable: "Father, is it really Du Fei?"
Park's father asked, "What? You don't want to believe it?"
Pu Zhe's thoughts were broken and he was a little embarrassed.
He always considered himself to be on par with others among his peers, but if it was really Du Fei who did it this time, he would really be outclassed.
That’s not to say how difficult it is to do, or how unimaginable it is.
It’s about the determination and decision-making before making.
Without enough courage and courage, who would dare to do this kind of work casually? What if they fail?
But Du Fei dared, and yet he succeeded.
After waiting for a moment, Park's father said: "This person is extraordinary. There is no need for you to be jealous, and there is no need to feel sorry for yourself. Your situation is different..."
Pu Zhe frowned slightly and looked at his father.
Park's father said: "The reason why he dares is not because he is so courageous, but because the chips in his hand are all his own and he made them all by himself. At this point, both you and Lin Tiansheng are both
It’s not as good as his because your resources are inherited from your fathers.”
Pu Zheben said: "But he..."
Pu's father said: "You mean the Zhu family?"
Pu Zhe nodded.
Park's father smiled meaningfully: "Then do you think a son and a son-in-law can be the same?"
Pu Zhe was speechless.
Pu's father patted him on the shoulder and said: "Having the shadow of your father's generation is also a gift in itself. A mature leader will never consider those meaningless issues. After all, Du Fei is a minority, and there are hundreds of millions of people who have achieved this.
One, all you have to do is maintain the relationship you already have."
Pu Zhe nodded: "Father, I understand."
…
Just as Du Fei's deeds were slowly spreading around the world, Gu Dan had already rushed into the inner courtyard with a tank in the Bangkok Palace.
All of a sudden, there was a lot of excitement inside. Many soldiers went inside and saw the splendid palace and all kinds of exquisite and expensive furnishings, and their eyes began to spin.
Gu Dan knew he couldn't stop him at this time.
What are these soldiers trying to do with their heads tucked into their waistbands and following him? Nothing more than glory and wealth.
However, it was not the time yet. Gu Dan shouted: "Brothers, follow me to kill the traitors first. After that, I will share the treasure here equally with everyone."
When the soldiers who came in heard this, they immediately howled and shouted.
Before, they had to do it secretly and fearfully before grabbing something and stuffing it into their pockets.
With Gu Dan's words, he could rob with peace of mind and move blatantly.
"Long live General Gu Dan, long live General Gu Dan!" I don't know who was the first to shout, and the others followed suit and shouted excitedly, and the atmosphere instantly heightened.
This is what Gu Dan wanted, and he immediately said: "Come with me and kill the traitors!"
As he spoke, the tank rumbled forward, crushing the stone bricks on the palace floor.
The servants in the palace had staged an ambush before, and after being wiped out, no one came out again.
It was as if there was no living person inside this palace.
Gu Dan frowned slightly and became wary.
There is only one gate left in front, and further inside is the inner palace, where Pumi Beng and his family live.
Gu Dan no longer had any scruples, so he just said "fire", and the tank under him immediately opened fire, breaking the gate into pieces.