Chapter 1374

In the eyes of the Ottoman people, Zhuang Jianye's style is just a man with a lot of money. Don't you want to ask for a price? No problem. Take a million dollars deposit first.

Without saying a word, Zhuang Jianye threw out an acceptance check for us $1 million from Germany's balek bank.

As Osman's coordinator of the Varyag, dicas olu, Deputy Minister of industry and economy of Osman and Secretary General of the Osman Federation of industrial production, naturally put money under his hands with a smile, and then... And then... How should the Varyag, which is located in the Bosporus Strait near the entrance of the black sea, soak in the sea, and still soak in the sea.

Even when the bell of the new century rings and people all over the world welcome what may be the only historical moment in their lives that spans more than a thousand years, the Varyag has not even moved one centimeter.

Obviously, that's what dicastro is doing.

However, in the past, Zhuang Jianye, who had an insight into right and wrong, seemed to be amused. He completely turned a blind eye to the blackmail that dicastro almost put on his face. Instead, he asked for a deposit, a lawyer's fee, a parking fee, and a parking fee

All in all, it's about giving what you want.

At the beginning, dicastro was also careful with Zhuang Jianye. After all, where was Zhuang Jianye's reputation in his early years? No one dares to despise the fact that he can build an unknown Chinese enterprise into an important part of the international aviation industry chain.

However, after a period of contact, dicastro found that Zhuang Jianye seems to have lost the enterprising spirit of the 1990s. Instead, he is like an old man dying. He can live day by day without the spirit of a young business leader.

At the beginning, dicastro was not good enough. After all, Zhuang Jianye was famous for his cunning. Especially when he was studying international politics at Harvard University, his mentor and good friend Liszt talked about Zhuang Jianye more than once when talking about his early experience, and gave him a high evaluation.

So after learning that Zhuang Jianye will be the speaker of the Varyag, the mobile phone beside the bed of dicas olu suddenly rang, and there came a mechanical voice that didn't look like a human voice: "you are the executive director of oletaya, aren't you Mr. dicas olu?"

Hearing the words, dicastro jumped up from the bed and immediately denied: "I'm sorry, you have the wrong number..."

Then he was about to hang up, but the mechanical voice on the other end of the phone said without expression: "it doesn't matter if you don't admit it. You'd better turn on the TV and watch today's news..."

Without giving the mechanical voice a chance to continue talking, dicarsolu presses off the phone, picks up the remote control, turns on the TV in the room, and is stunned by the pictures in the TV news.

A small quadrotor UAV belonging to an armed group in the southwest of Osman flew to an ammunition depot in Osman. A moment later, three mortar shells from the sky lit the ammunition depot like a candle.

As soon as the picture turned, several armed group members with quadrotor drones chanted slogans to promote their new weapons.

It's here that makes dicas olu sweat. I don't know whether the armed men had their heads pulled or were kicked by donkeys. They even leaked the logo of oretaya company on the UAV.

Just looking at it, dicastro almost turned his back