Chapter 829: Dark Moment

"Baby, your performance is awesome!" After taking a picture on Bergman's PP, Li Zitao walked towards the swimming pool contentedly, and jumped into the water with a beautiful leap forward.

Playing a good husband and a good father at home for a long time has made him relax and indulge like this for a long time.

Enjoying the 'free' air again, Li Zitao felt that every cell in his body was alive.

Because of the war, his spirit has been in a tense state.

Now, Dunkirk is happening, and what will happen next is a foregone conclusion. The overall trend of World War II will still proceed according to Li Zitao's memory.

So he has nothing to worry about. The United States will stay away from war, and the arms industry under his name will be fully motivated to ensure order production.

If there is anything that makes him unhappy recently, apart from the troubles caused by Joanna, the only thing is the export price of the arms.

Because Meili is determined to support the allies, he secretly warned all the arms companies that everyone's interests should not exceed 15%.

What will happen to the violation, Li Zitao can be sure that no one will make trouble now, because both the allies and the United States need more weapons and equipment.

However, Asians are not the only ones who can do things like settling accounts after autumn. Lao Mei is more brutal and straightforward when she plays this game, and she is also more ruthless and ruthless.

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London, 10 Downing Street.

Here is the center of power in England, the real center.

Buckingham Palace is just a face, this is how the huge machine of the United Kingdom works, and the place where the highest instructions are sent.

Churchill, the prime minister of the wartime cabinet, this old man who is no longer young, full of energy, but wiser, is meditating.

His face was full of gloom, full of worry and uneasiness.

The British and French allied forces were besieged on the other side of the strait, where all the professional military forces of the UK were located, which was the confidence of the UK and the hope of future victory.

Without them, the British Army would be annihilated, so they must find a way to remove these people.

But what puzzled Churchill was what to do next?

Their army is in retreat, they are facing their darkest hour, and at home...  

There are also his old opponents and political enemies in the cabinet, who keep making trouble for him.

They kept forcing themselves to choose peace talks, let Italy mediate, made alarmist talk, and had no hope for future wars.

At this time, Churchill thought of his pen pal, Roosevelt, the leader of the country on the other side who had made a deep relationship with him before he became prime minister.

"Dear Mr. President, are you okay?" Churchill dialed the phone across the ocean in a room less than 3 square meters.

He wants to borrow 50 old battleships from the United States to save those besieged soldiers, save his country and everything he believes in.

But to his disappointment, President Roosevelt rejected his request, even though he had made clear the dire situation facing Europe.

Europe is at stake at this time, and if they cannot get help from outside, they will eventually fail.

Cold sweat rolled down Churchill's forehead. This grumpy, lecherous, and alcoholic old man had never experienced such a moment of fear.

The pressure, the endless pressure made him almost out of breath.

Whether it was from outside, or from within his party and government, the hope he could see was getting more and more remote.

"Requisition ships, all ships, as long as they are things that can float at sea, all... Send them to the other side of the strait and withdraw our army."

Churchill could only put his hopes on himself, and let him bear all the pressure.

They wanted to fight, to resist, and peace was never achieved through negotiation, but deep down, Churchill couldn't help feeling a little shaken.

If they really can't win, where will he take Britain?

At this time, no one can firmly believe in anything. Originally, Churchill was firm.

But his confidence is being destroyed by his own people.

In May, everything starts in May.

After yet another frustrating and exhausting cabinet meeting, Churchill sat up all night in his study.

This is just what he thinks, in fact, when his wife opened the door and entered, it was only midnight.

"Honey, you have a visitor, a visitor has arrived." Mrs. Churchill turned on the light, and stroked her husband's equally old face with her old hands.

He looked so haggard, as if he had the weight and pressure of the whole world on his shoulders.

"I... I'm not in the mood... I haven't... seen any guests." Churchill also had a severe stutter, and the pressure weakened his self-control in the past.

"Who is it?" Churchill was a little curious about the visitor after he finished speaking.

"Your Majesty the King." Seeing that he cheered up, Mrs. Churchill turned and walked towards the door.

"Which Majesty?" Churchill was still a little dazed, and he recovered completely after pondering, and whispered: "Of course, our Majesty."

"Churchill, I'm sorry to disturb me so late, but actually, your lady, I think tonight is the right time." George VI came in from the door.

"When, of course, yes, would you like a drink?" This was Churchill's way of expressing intimacy, and having a drink was very important to him.

"I met many people tonight...including this gentleman next to me." George VI said to the people beside him.

Only then did Churchill realize that there was someone standing beside His Majesty the King, and he was no stranger to that face.

"Marquis Charlie Lee... very, very honored to meet you at this time." Churchill's expression was like a roller coaster, and a bright light lit up in the darkness.

Charlie Lee, America's super rich, energy tycoon, real estate developer, arms tycoon, food and pharmaceutical tycoon, the most successful Chinese in Europe, America and even the world.

"I am also honored, Your Excellency the Prime Minister." Li Zitao took off his hat and said with a smile leaning forward on his shoulders.

"Gentlemen, let's sit down and talk!" Seeing that Churchill was holding his hand unwilling to let go, George VI had to interject.

"Oh yes, would you like a drink?" Churchill came again.

"No, there are more important things waiting for us to do." Sitting beside King George VI, Li Zitao waved his hands with a faint smile.

"Mr. Churchill, the Prime Minister of my war cabinet, heard that the possibility of peace talks has greatly increased." George VI was the first to speak.

"The wartime cabinet drafted a letter to Mussolini, asking him to be the middleman for the peace talks between us and the little man." Churchill's voice was hoarse.

The huge pressure these days, the vain visit to the door in person, and the attitude of George VI with Li Zitao made him a little confused.