Chapter 82: Did you follow Washington into the country? The dawn of despair, I join the Communist Party!

"How come we can visit the air force base again now?" The expression on Lu Ze's face was quite interesting.

My goodness, I just said that there are no open activities at the navy and air force bases recently.

So, a phone call freed up the Air Force base for a day? Where did you make the call? Was it the Pentagon or the Black House that answered the call?

"What is Lucy's identity?" Lu Ze thought to himself.

The mystery seems to get deeper as time goes by.

What level of ability would make someone spare a day to receive two people for a visit?
This is an air force base. Even though the United States has countless air force bases, it doesn't mean you can go there whenever you want.

Lucy is not only superior to the top management in the laboratory, but also has a say in the entire American society, right?
So your ancestors were the ones who followed Washington into the country? Which star of old Washington is yours? Otherwise, how could she be so powerful?

These thoughts passed by in a flash.

"I think this may be too much trouble for you." Lu Ze felt a little embarrassed.

"Or, we can just wait for the next Air Force base open day."

This favor is so heavy that it is hard to accept.

This was far from being as 'easy' as Lucy made it sound, and he didn't want to owe anyone such a big favor.

The hardest thing to repay in this world is not money or material things, but the debt of gratitude.

Now that he owes her a lot, he has no choice but to repay her with his body, right?

However, after hearing this, Lucy smiled and shook her head: "Don't worry about it, because there is a press group going to interview and visit that day."

"When the time comes, we can just follow them in. This isn't a special case."

"Then I feel relieved." Lu Ze chuckled.

Having said that, he still expressed great doubts.

The press group? How come this press group happened to visit on Sunday and was able to bring him and Lucy along? Maybe this press group didn't even exist a few minutes ago.

"It's scheduled for this Sunday, but the air force base might be a bit far away, so we might need to rush there in advance."

After Lucy finished speaking, she headed towards the dim sum dining area. She felt hungry after standing there for such a long time.

Watching her graceful figure gradually disappear into the distance.

"This Sunday?" Lu Ze thought to himself.

Today is Thursday, and after this week, he will continue to work in the laboratory for five days next week before his summer vacation officially begins.

That means I can return home next week.

"After visiting the air force base, let's go find the couple in town," he muttered to himself.

It will take him two full weeks to return to the country. Who knows what will happen?
This is a member of the reserve organization that he is very optimistic about, and no accidents can happen to him.

Just as he was making all kinds of plans.

Suddenly, a system light screen popped up on the eyeball.

【Ding! You have a new email to check. 】

Watch this reminder.

'Why did Daxia suddenly send me an email? Did something happen?'

Lu Ze frowned.

After he sent the full set of F35 technology to Daxia last time, there has been no communication between the two sides.

Immediately, he lay down on the sofa and pretended to rest with his eyes closed.

In the mailbox background on the light curtain, a new email is pinned at the top.

[This sudden interruption is mainly because we have a dividend to give to your organization. 】

[I don't know, what payment method do you want us to use? ]

[Whether it is gold and silver objects, antiques, cash or various currencies of equal value, we will pay according to the specified requirements. 】

"Dividends?" Looking at this word, Lu Ze was extremely confused: "When did I do business with Daxia?"

If this is not the reason, how can there be dividends?
"Could it be the dividends from the drones?" He suddenly remembered something.

After he gave Daxia the drone technology, the other party did say that they would give 50% of the net profit from the small drone trade to the "mysterious organization" in return.

Think of this.

Lu Ze quickly typed out a line of text.

'We want to know how much profit is distributed in total, and then consider what payment method is needed.'

Not knowing how much money there was in total, he couldn't decide what channel to use to proceed.

It seemed that there was someone in Daxia who had been squatting in front of the computer, and new emails were replied to quickly.

【The dividend mainly comes from two aspects. 】

[First, the current revenue from small drone sales: 1000 million U.S. dollars, with a net profit of 700 million U.S. dollars.]

[Second, the carbon fiber material technology provided by your organization has helped Daxia gain more than 10 billion US dollars in profits in the global financial market. We will take out % of it as dividends for your organization.]

[The total is: 1,035 million US dollars. ]

"More than 1 billion US dollars?" Lu Ze couldn't help but smack his lips when he saw the number.

What amazed him even more was that if it was a small drone, it would be fine if he was promised dividends in advance, but he could get dividends even for carbon fiber technology? Was it just because he made money in the global financial market by using this technology?
This is not as simple as a 10% dividend, the number in front of it is a full billion US dollars.

"Daxia is indeed a kind-hearted people," Lu Ze sighed.

According to the previous cooperation rules between the two parties, there is no need to give this ten billion US dollars.

After all, carbon fiber material technology is included in the full set of technical data of the F22 and B2 bombers. Strictly speaking, they are sold together as a package, and these "remunerations" have long been paid.

However, Daxia still gave up this share of dividends without hesitation. What should be given will definitely be given, even if it is not necessary.

The main focus is credibility.

Before Lu Ze could react, Daxia sent another email.

[How does your organization plan to receive this dividend? ]

Lu Ze thought for a long time and then replied.

[This dividend will be temporarily stored with you. After a while, some members of our organization will go to Daxia. ]

[We will inform you how to claim this dividend at that time. ]

After closing the email background on his eyes, Lu Ze couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
"Luckily I got the Transformation Mask before, otherwise I really wouldn't be able to do anything with it."

If he had not obtained the transformation mask before and could not completely hide his identity, he would never have dared to claim the dividend.

Now that he has a changing mask, he can change the appearance of anyone at will. He doesn't have to be afraid of appearing directly in Daxia's field of vision, so it won't be a big problem to solve the source of the funds.

"And this money came at the right time, solving a big problem for me to create an 'organization'."

If Lu Ze wants to set up a "mysterious organization" hidden in the United States or even all over the world, then funds are something that cannot be lacking.

Otherwise, others have to work hard for the organization at night and have to go to work during the day to earn money to support the family?

Before, relying solely on the pitiful money he won from the lottery, it was not enough to even pay for Lucy's food and drink, let alone provide funding for the organization.
This is also one of the reasons why Lu Ze has not formally established the "mysterious organization" yet. Without money, it is really difficult to move forward.

'It seems that Daxia earned all this money from Wall Street.'

"This is too dramatic." Lu Ze showed an intriguing smile.

Strictly speaking, doesn't this money belong to the Wall Street giants?
He used Wall Street's money to counter-attack the mysterious organization and eventually occupied their lair.

This is exciting just thinking about it!

at the same time.

On a very remote street in the small town of Livermore.

The situation of the two reserve members of the organization that Lu Ze was concerned about was becoming increasingly difficult.

The clothes they were wearing had not been changed for several days, and even their hair was a little messy.

"Damn it, do these gangsters really intend to kill us all?"

Parker cursed.

I stretched out my hand out of habit to take a sip of Coke, only to realize that I had never bought any Coke.

Over the past few days, the gangs have been shrinking their living space again and again.

Now they have been driven to this most remote street, where no one even cleans up the garbage, resulting in all kinds of paper scraps and sewage everywhere.

To say this place is a 'slum' is to overstate it.

What decent work could Parker and Buller get in a place like this? There weren't even a few people living here.

The gang's meaning was very clear: if they didn't leave this town, they would starve to death.

Parker's stomach was rumbling with hunger, but as a fat man, how could he bear it?

He looked at his friend next to him and said, "Buller, I want to eat fried chicken. Do you think we in Livermore sell fried chicken for a dollar each?"

He remembered that a Daxiarun person had said before that they seemed to have some fried chicken for one dollar here in Yingjiang?
But now he couldn't remember where to buy this cheap fried chicken.

"Are you crazy?"

Buhler almost laughed out loud: "This is America, one of the most expensive regions in the world. How is it possible to buy a whole fried chicken for one dollar?"

Are you dreaming?
The prices here in America are so low that you can’t even buy a piece of fried chicken for one dollar, and you still want to buy a whole fried chicken?

Parker almost cried when he saw that there was less than fifty dollars left in his pocket.

How long would this amount of money last for the two of them? A bottle of Coke here costs two dollars, and he can't even afford a Coke.

"That weird white uncle, I don't care what you do, come and answer my questions now."

Parker fell into despair, muttering to himself.

Now, let alone any missionary, he would not hesitate even if he was asked to convert to Satan.

They could earn two thousand dollars by answering questions, which was no longer extra income, but the hope for their survival.

"I never thought that there would be a day when we would have to rely on studying to survive." Buhler felt mixed emotions.

He had never thought that one day he would be able to make a living with knowledge.

What an incredible thing.

Parker's resentment grew deeper and deeper: "Damn it, if this continues, what is the meaning of democracy and freedom?"

He looked at the books in his hands, and the contents seemed to be more thought-provoking.

It is better for me to vote for the Communist Party. What is the point of believing in freedom and democracy? Can I have food to eat?
(First update.)
(It’s the last day, the monthly ticket will expire soon, some can vote, only 1000 votes away from .)
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