Chapter 83 A mysterious organization is visiting?! Take your resources away from my house!
Curled up in a corner of the street, this pair of black and white evil spirits even felt a little chilly in this hot summer.

Parker pulled out all the money they had, a ten-dollar bill and a few scattered five-dollar and one-dollar bills.

Then he said helplessly: "This is the last fifty dollars left. It's not enough for us to eat for a few days."

"Buler, if this continues, we will starve to death here sooner or later."

Any fast food meal here in the US costs six or seven dollars, and even if two people only eat the cheapest food and drink the cheapest drinking water for a day, it will cost at least twenty-five dollars.

The amount of business that can be obtained in this slum is pitifully small. One is considered lucky if he can earn more than ten or twenty dollars a day. Often, he cannot make a single order all day.

In the extreme case where there were no jobs, the money was only enough for them to fill their stomachs for three days, so Parker didn't even buy his favorite Coke during these days.

His meaning was very clear. If he really couldn't make it in this small town, he might as well go to another city and continue to struggle.

After all, a living person cannot be suffocated to death by urine, let alone starved to death.

"Hold on for a few more days." Buhler shook his head. "At least wait until that 'weird uncle' shows up. We can take the two thousand dollars and leave. Fifty dollars won't get us out of the Bay Area."

"Keep reading. You won't be hungry anymore."

After he finished speaking, he picked up a book with a red cover and started reading.

If all else fails, Buhler plans to sell off the last valuable things he has.

Although that was the last relic his mother left him, he was almost starving to death, so he didn't even consider whether it was a relic or not. He could just redeem it when he had the money.

after a little while.

Parker couldn't concentrate on reading at all, but murmured to himself: "I wish I were the little match girl... How wonderful it would be..."

"Isn't it cold now? Are you hallucinating because of hunger?" Buller frowned.

"No, you misunderstood." Parker stared into his eyes and said seriously, "I want all of them to see my deceased grandmother."

Hearing this, Buhler's face turned black with anger: "Read your book carefully."

What dark fairy tale? You are a little girl selling nuclear bombs, right?
That's when.

Suddenly, there were bursts of messy footsteps coming from outside the alley.

Looking at the commotion, the two knew who it was without much thought. It was definitely that local gang!
"Looks like we have to move again."

Buller's face was grim.

This is the most backward and desolate area in the entire town of Livermore. If even this place is not spared, it means that the entire town has been divided up by a few gangs. Otherwise, they would not be so "panic-stricken".

"Damn, this is also their sphere of influence?" Parker stood up, his face full of shock.

My goodness, this is a slum. Even a rat would have to donate two copper coins and leave crying.

What spheres of influence are you dividing here? Is the economic situation in the United States really that bad? Even your gangs are starting to roll inward?

"That strange uncle, no matter what you want us to do."

"Please show up soon!" Parker said to himself as he ran.

He had never been a fan of capitalism before, but now he had no problem becoming a 'socialist fighter.'

Even death is better than starving to death in this miserable way.

When the two "Texas ruthless men" ran away in a hurry.

On the other side, the Daxia Academy of Sciences’ top-secret external liaison room.

Looking at this reply email displayed on the screen, Zhang Yuli and Zheng Lixing fell into a daze for a long time.

It seemed like a long time had passed until the tea on the table had become completely cold.

"Lao Zhang, did I hear you right?"

Zheng Lixing finally came to his senses: "This 'mysterious organization' means that they plan to send someone to collect the 1 billion US dollars in a while?"

"It seems that this is what they meant." Zhang Yuli clenched his fists: "This is great."

The excitement on their faces was already beyond words.

If any members of this "mysterious organization" came to Daxia, wouldn't they be able to come into contact with this miraculous organization?
Even if it is not for the purpose of investigating the specific origins of this organization, at least it can win them over more and put the cooperation between the two sides on a higher basis.

Of course, the two of them also had a strong curiosity in their hearts. What would the members of this "mysterious organization" look like?

There is an unknown existence that can obtain the full set of F35 and F22 fighter jet technologies, and even B-2 and Japan’s national treasure-level industrial machine tool technologies from the United States.

Even if the members of the "mysterious organization" had three heads and six arms, Zhang Yuli and Zheng Lixing would only say one thing: "It makes sense!"

As long as he didn't fly down on the clouds, isn't that quite reasonable?
After all, they say they are a "mysterious organization", but the outrageous things they do are things that only a "divine organization" can do.

Zheng Lixing pondered, "Members of this 'mysterious organization' are coming to Daxia, we must prepare well."

What level of the "mysterious organization" do the members who came belong to?

What kind of specifications should be adopted for this secret reception? Should it be grand or low-key? Should the diplomatic department or the defense department be in charge?

And other related issues need to be handled by their "special secret team".

"You reminded me that we should have made various plans in advance."

Zhang Yuli paced back and forth in the room: "And they didn't seem to say when they would arrive, which means they will most likely arrive in Daxia in the near future. We may not have much time left."

"Look how nervous you are." Zheng Lixing couldn't help laughing when he saw him like this.

however.

Zhang Yuli glanced at him and said, "How good are you?"

Zheng Lixing's thighs were shaking uncontrollably, and he was obviously in a state of extreme excitement. Not only him, Zhang Yuli felt that he was probably three times more nervous than when he got married and had children.

He was about to have his first close contact with this "mysterious organization". If he made a mistake, the relationship between the two would be pushed into the abyss. How could he not be nervous?
For Daxia at present, the importance of the mysterious organization may be far more important than any other diplomatic ally, and no mistakes can be made.

In addition, we can get a rough glimpse of who they are. Do they only have great power in the Eagle Sauce, or do they have a small number of members distributed even in Daxia?

This was simply a huge puzzle that kept circling in his mind.

It was not until a long time later that the two of them returned to their previous calm state of mind.

At this time.

suddenly.

There were footsteps outside the door, and after several unlocking procedures, Liu Zhixue walked in.

"President, Mr. Zheng, the Persian ambassador has invited you to a diplomatic dinner tonight. He said there is an urgent matter to discuss."

Hearing this, the two looked at each other, and their calm mood began to waver again.

I also guessed the main purpose of the Persian ambassador's invitation to the dinner.

"It seems that we have another order?" Zheng Lixing stroked his beard and said happily.

Since the last purchase of a small drone, the Persian ambassador has not contacted their Xia Ke Institute for a long time.

“It’s faster than I expected. I thought they would contact us half a month later, but I didn’t expect them to come to buy a drone so soon.” Zhang Yuli was not surprised.

This time, the contact was made again after a few weeks, and it was obvious that all the drones in the Gaza Strip had been used up.

Zheng Lixing said dimly, "It seems that we gave too little dividend to the drones of the 'mysterious organization'."

Since drones are such useful weapons and equipment, how could Palestine not ask Persia to continue purchasing them in large quantities?

By the time the "mysterious organization" is actually paid, the sales of the drones will be more than just 10 million US dollars.

At night.

A black vehicle with an embassy license plate stopped at the entrance of the State Guesthouse.

Ambassador Ahmed Hassan, dressed in formal attire, walked in hurriedly.

Although he was the initiator of the dinner, for the sake of the "secrecy" principle of the discussion, in terms of diplomacy, the Persian Consulate General was still invited by the diplomatic department of Daxia to attend a banquet.

When I walked into the banquet hall, I saw several familiar faces.

"President Zhang, Academician Zheng, and Director Li, I didn't expect you to be here too."

Ahmed Hassan shook hands with several people and spoke politely.

"I am the protagonist of this banquet, how can I not be here?" Li Yunshan put on a smile.

As the director of the 732 Military Factory, how could he not get involved when Persia wanted to purchase small drones?
Zhang Yuli led him to his seat: "Ambassador Hassan, we have prepared a lot of authentic Persian dishes for today's banquet."

"You should see if it suits your taste and see how good the chef is."

Ahmed Hassan smiled and said, "Then I must try it."

After a few bites of food and some pleasantries.

"I think I'll just say it straight. This time, Persia hopes to purchase a large number of the small drones we bought before."

Ahmed Hassan put down his cutlery and looked at the people in front of him: "This weapon is very effective and will be very helpful for the situation in the Middle East."

"You have to ask Director Li about this. We are not very clear about the production capacity of the military factory." Zhang Yuli smiled and waved his hand.

As the dean of Xiake Institute, I am not likely to fool people like Li Yunshan.

Facing Ahmed Hassan's eyes full of desire.

"I don't know, how many drones do you Persia need to purchase this time?" Li Yunshan replied with a puzzled look.

"At least 100,000 to start, and the more the better!"

"One hundred thousand, that's not a problem. But, our military factory... you know that." Li Yunshan sighed: "The production capacity is really insufficient. We can't produce one hundred thousand drones in a short period of time."

He knew what he should say without any hints from Zhang Yuli and Zheng Lixing.

Don't ask, the answer is insufficient production capacity.

"Then what do you say we should do?" Ahmed Hassan's face was very calm. He had already guessed that Daxia would say this.

"One of these small drones costs US$2,500. We can produce 100,000 of them in a month and deliver them to you in Persia." Li Yunshan reported an astonishing figure.

If you want to expand production capacity, you can only increase money!

Add money to ensure that the task is completed on time and as required.

Ahmed Hassan gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "Two thousand one hundred US dollars, and you must deliver us 50,000 drones within a week."

“It’s still paid according to resources!”

Persia does not have US dollars, but they have plenty of resources.

Hurry up and send your trucks to our Persia and take away the resources that belong to you from my home.

"Happy cooperation!" Li Yunshan smiled and stretched out his hand.

They have made a lot of money this time. What other weapons does the 732 Military Factory sell?

Selling arms and weapons cannot bring as much profit as selling drones!

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