sjar Chapter 1163 Things Aren't as Simple as You Think
Chapter 1163 Things Aren't as Simple as You Think
How can this person have so many conspiracy theories?
Zhou Weiguo looked at Nevsky with a puzzled expression, then frowned and asked, "Why do you feel uneasy? Isn't it a good thing that I don't scheme too much?"
Nevsky crossed his arms, seemingly thinking that this would embolden him, but after seeing Zhou Weiguo's gaze, he gave up; this wouldn't give him much courage.
Having changed the way they communicated, Nevsky picked up the white wine beside him, tilted his head back, and drank it down in one gulp.
"This may be a good thing for others, but for you, it's the calm before the storm. It may look calm, but it's actually unbearable."
"We don't lie to each other." After finishing her meal, Asaka Shurei put down her chopsticks and wiped her mouth with the towel beside her. "You're overthinking it."
People don't lie to each other, but the problem is, sometimes you even lie to yourselves.
"I don't believe it," Nevsky said, pointing to himself. "I don't think I'm a fool."
Zhou Weiguo felt his reputation had been damaged. He picked up a piece of meat for Nevsky with his chopsticks and said, "This time, I really didn't plan to do too much scheming. After all, compared to this matter, how to prevent their possible cooperation in the future is the most important thing."
This reason pleased Nevsky, who picked up the bottle, took a sip, and nodded. "In that case, I'll draft an agreement for you."
Kong Pangzi's official residence.
The official residence wasn't very large; it was just a typical wooden house common in mountain towns, with east and west wing rooms and a vegetable garden in front. In winter, a row of barely alive cabbages stubbornly survived the cold wind. Outside the courtyard, layers of frost covered the lush green pines.
Outside, the wind was biting cold, and even with white gloves on, one dared not venture out. But inside, it was warm and cozy. Not long after entering, Zhou Weiguo took off his military overcoat and, as he did, removed his gloves and placed them on the table.
Kong Pangzi's original official residence was not here, but it was later bombed by the Japanese army. He dared not look for a good house, so he found this place instead.
Fruit was laid out on the table.
Zhou Weiguo pulled out the dagger from his waist, casually wiped it a couple of times, grabbed an apple, and handed it to Fatty Kong, who was processing documents; "Have one."
Fatty Kong glanced up at Zhou Weiguo, then at the gleaming dagger; "No."
Who knows how much blood your dagger has been stained with?
"It's been a long time since I've personally dealt with anyone." Seeing the hostile look in his eyes, Zhou Weiguo withdrew his grip and took a bite himself.
This isn't even stained with human blood.
Fatty Kong didn't eat. He signed his name, handed it to his secretary, and then got up to go to Zhou Weiguo. "Why did you let Nevsky arrange this data? Actually, we could have done it too."
"Wouldn't it be better if he went?" Zhou Weiguo handed over an apple, the kind that wasn't peeled. Fatty Kong took it and started eating it himself.
Halfway through, Fatty Kong stopped what he was doing; "He's not one of us after all."
How can you trust someone who isn't one of your own?
Zhou Weiguo leaned back on the sofa; "This is a test for him. We have a rough estimate of how much oil we need. Too much or too little will be hard to explain. He is from that side, but now he is working for us. Whether he is sincere or not can be seen from this. After all, I am not always in Shancheng. Next time..."
He looked at Fatty Kong and laughed, “Even though I’m not here, you can still discuss some things with him. To be honest, when it comes to foreign affairs, many of us here are lacking.”
The cultural differences are too great, and their experience of the world is too limited. There are so many people in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but very few have actually gone out and seen the world.
To put it bluntly, probably less than 10% of those in foreign affairs know the etiquette of Western dining, and this is mainly concentrated among the higher-ups and lower-level intelligence personnel.
The higher-ups need to hold meetings, the lower-level staff need to gather intelligence, and they need to be adept at controlling everything.
As for the middle group, they know nothing.
"You want to recruit him for your own use?" Fatty Kong asked.
To take them for one's own use?
Zhou Weiguo smiled and said, "You don't think that my mountain city can completely take over Northern Jiangsu, do you?"
Fatty Kong was speechless. Then, he seemed relieved and looked at Zhou Weiguo in front of him.
He stared in shock at the man in front of him.
His intuition told him that Zhou Weiguo had probably been considering this matter for a while.
"Were you already..."
"We can only take back the places we once knew; we can't hold onto anything further away."
Fatty Kong took a breath; "I will report this matter to my superiors. By the way, you told Lao Zhang a while ago that the way to stop them was to take action from Tokyo. When do you plan to go there?"
Zhou Weiguo rubbed his wrist; "Then we'll have to see what their next move is."
If Tokyo and Berlin don't pressure us, we can simply ignore it.
The day after Nevsky returned, he sent a secret telegram to his homeland.
The telegram contained information about the mountain city's need for a large supply of oil.
The words "a large amount of oil".
These were words that Nevsky thought about for a long time before coming up with them.
When he got back, he realized that he seemed to have been tricked by Zhou Weiguo.
Zhou Weiguo only told him that they needed oil, but did not mention how much oil was needed, which undoubtedly gave him a choice.
Nevsky didn't want to make this choice, as either too much or too little might provoke discontent in the mountain town and the empire. Therefore, he decided to leave the decision to Vedyev and his group.
Headache.
Vedyev stared at those vague words, his mind buzzing, and even the cold wind outside couldn't penetrate his ears.
"Damn those mountain city folk, they're truly shameless." Vedyev picked up the telegram and went straight to the office of the Minister of Commerce.
He slammed the telegram on the table and sat slumped on its edge like a deflated balloon. "You estimate how much we need to give them?"
The Minister of Commerce glanced at the contents of the telegram and laughed, "What's there to consider? Just give them whatever you can find."
Just give me some?
Vedyev chuckled twice and said, "Are you treating them like beggars?"
Give it to me however you like. How dare you say that?
"Since they've given us a choice, why can't we just give them one?"
Vedyev picked up the coffee next to him and gulped it down, then took out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his mouth; "My lord minister, things are not as simple as you think."