At this time, Fang Cheng was expressionless and didn''t know what he was thinking.
Guo Zhenhua looked at Fang Cheng and felt a little nervous. Although his rank is only major general, his background makes it clear how powerful the young man is.
"Mr. Fang?"
"I''ll think about it." Fang Cheng looked at him and said faintly.
After all, class a armor alloy is the most advanced material in Fang Cheng''s hands. Fang Cheng doesn''t intend to sell it for the time being when the honeycomb laboratory has not developed more advanced materials.
Sure enough, Guo Zhenhua''s expression was slightly lost when he heard Fang Cheng''s words, but he immediately adjusted it. He took out a business card from his coat pocket and handed it over with both hands. "Mr. Fang, this is my business card. If you think about it clearly, you can contact me at any time."
"Sure." Fang Cheng took the business card with a smile.
On the dark gray business card, only three big characters of Guo Zhenhua and a mobile phone number are written, which is estimated to be his personal contact information.
Guo Zhenhua took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and shook it with Fang Cheng.
They were holding hands, and a commotion came into Fang Cheng''s ears.
"Stop!"
Outside, a clone bodyguard in charge of guarding shouted.
Fang Cheng turned his head at the sound and looked at the man. A bald man in a dark suit and tie looked white, but his skin color was much darker than that of whites in western countries.
It''s from the Middle East! Fang Cheng judged.
"Mr. Guo!" The bald man in the suit waved his right hand and shouted, "I have something else to tell you."
He speaks standard Chinese.
Hearing the speech, Guo Zhenhua turned his head, looked at his bald head and apologized, "Mr. ambassador, I''m sorry for your busy work."
After saying goodbye to Fang Cheng, Guo Zhenhua got on his car without looking back and ordered the driver to drive quickly. The driver received the order and drove the red flag car away, leaving only a lonely bald head.
Fang Cheng looked at the decadent middle-aged man in front of him and said curiously, "Yunmeng, help me check the information of this man."
"OK, Fang Cheng."
Inside the red flag car.
Guo Zhenhua just got on the bus. Next to him, a man in the same military uniform came up, "how about it?"
Guo Zhenhua closed his eyes and shook his head.
The person next to sighed, "this is also expected. After all, who will sell this advanced material casually?"
Speaking of this, the person next to him turned, "by the way, I just saw that guy Imari came to you again.
After hearing this, Guo Zhenhua opened his eyes and sneered, "what about looking for me? He looks at me too high. Although the old man is in that position, who can change this great power strategy at will."
"That''s right. Weak countries have no diplomacy!"
After hearing this, Guo Zhenhua seemed to think of something and nodded deeply.
......
Imari, male, currently Syrian ambassador to China, graduated from
It''s him!
Fang Cheng looked at the information in his mind and touched his chin.
He has basically guessed the purpose of Imari coming to Guo Zhenhua. Shortly after the last us air raid on Syria, civil war broke out in Syria.
The Syrian civil war, which had been fighting for six years, began again.
Although both Russia and the United States exercised restraint this time, their proxy war broke out again in war-torn Syria.
Moreover, this time, the anti-government forces strongly supported by the United States and Britain defeated the Syrian government forces.
Even Russia''s Secret assistance for many times can not change the decline of the government army.
In fact, the Syrian government also doesn''t understand that it is clearly its own side that has the upper hand. How can it be defeated by the anti-government forces.
But if you don''t understand, you can''t understand. This is the form of war.
Originally, the government forces controlled more than 60% of the area. Now, the occupied area is less than 40%. It can be said that it has reached a precarious point. Otherwise, Imari will not try his best to beg others.
Imari had expected the Chinese side to send troops directly, but no matter how he negotiated with the Chinese foreign ministry, the result was negative.
In fact, the reason is very simple. Imari also knows that sending troops directly is inconsistent with China''s national interests.
But at the moment, the government forces have almost reached the end of the mountain. If there is no foreign aid, they are likely to lose the war, and Syria will also be controlled by western countries, just like Saudi Arabia.
China naturally does not want Syria to be controlled by western countries, but Syria completely controlled by Russia may not be in China''s interests.
At this time, it is the king''s way to wait and see its changes and strive to develop itself.
China is not very interested in sending troops to Syria, but Fang Cheng is a little interested in it. Maybe it will be good for the future to bury a nail. Fang Cheng seems to think of something and has a decision in his heart.
"Let Zhao an send someone to contact him." Fang Cheng gave Yunmeng an order.
"OK, Fang Cheng."
......
Imari watched Guo Zhenhua''s car leave quickly, holding his fist. His heart was filled with grief and anger. He couldn''t help thinking of the situation when he participated in the Security Council.
When he stood on the stage to argue that the Syrian side had no weapons of mass destruction, some of the representatives of western countries whispered, some were playing with mobile phones, and finally, they simply ignored the representatives of other countries and chose to leave directly.
Completely when his argument is farting, no, not even farting.
In the hearts of those western countries, they have long planned to air raid the Syrian side and provoke a civil war in Syria.
Recalling the situation in the Security Council at that time, Imari felt a drop of blood in his heart, but he knew that war-torn Syria could no longer stand a little war.
Syria''s domestic economy has already completely collapsed, the people are in dire straits, and a large number of refugees are fleeing everywhere. It seems that only in places far away from their hometown can they have a glimmer of vitality. Now Syria is just like the end of the world.
"Drive."
Imari sat in the back of the car and told the driver.
"Yes, sir." The driver saw the decadence on Imari''s face through the rearview mirror, and a sad mood filled his heart.
As a Syrian citizen, he felt deeply powerless for the weakness of his country.
Sometimes, how he hoped that the weapons of mass destruction accused by the western world in Syria were real, so that they could let those western countries taste the taste of weapons of mass destruction.
Imari didn''t know what the driver thought. He sat in the car and closed his eyes.
"Master, there''s your phone!"
Suddenly, the voice of Imari smart elf rang. He picked up his mobile phone and looked. It was a strange phone.
"Connect!"
Thinking for a moment, Imari ordered the new moon in his mind.
A moment later, the phone was connected.