Chapter 270 Persuading a Woman

The 'Santiago Military League' is a joint force composed of more than a dozen teams. The leader Fedro is the most powerful, but it is his wife Mirta who controls the operation of the entire 'Alliance'. Due to her outstanding ability, this woman who is used to wearing a black veil has a very high prestige in the 'Alliance'.

But now the entire 'Alliance' is facing the big trouble of collapse. Although it has a relatively strong military force, it has no way to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. The longer the delay, the harder it will be. Under such circumstances, the entire 'Alliance' panicked.

Mirta has her own small independent office, a dozen bodyguards and followers. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng running to her office, she could only hold back the anger in her heart, and ordered her subordinates: "Go and make a cup of tea for Mr. Hugo."

When the tea was served, only Zhou Qingfeng and Mirta wearing a black gauze were left in the small office. He picked up the teacup and blew on it, took a sip and found that it was far from the green tea the Chinese are used to, with a lot of sugar added in it.

"Tell me your request, please be more sensible." Mirta said coldly.

"Sensible? I think my request is very reasonable." Zhou Qingfeng put down the teacup in his hand and said, "Ma'am, you think my request is too much, so let's cooperate in another way. The attack on Havana can be done first." That aside, let's talk about something else.

I asked for a C-130 cargo plane first, a full tank of fuel and a full cargo of sugar. Cuba is rich in sugar, and you must not lack it. I will use a transport plane to bring you 100 tons of grain, and then we will exchange 100 tons of grain for a C-130, and keep trading, what do you think? "

Mirta laughed immediately: "Are you crazy? A C-130 transport plane is worth 30 million U.S. dollars. This is enough to buy 10,000 tons of food. You only give me 100 tons now, and I have to pay for fuel And goods, do you think I answer?"

Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Ma'am, what you said is correct, but so what? I have tried my best to satisfy you, but you must understand that food is more precious than transport planes now. Food can make people live." Go down, the transport plane will not work."

Mirta stared at Zhou Qingfeng indifferently, and said: "A transport plane is exchanged for 500 tons of grain. I will provide you with fuel and sugar, and you will stay as a hostage. If you can't get the grain, I will kill you."

"This is an excessive request." Zhou Qingfeng sneered and shook his head. He simply stood up and walked out, "Ma'am, your request is beyond my limit. I will finally offer you a price, one transport plane for 150 tons of grain, but you have to give me the entire fleet first, Filled with fuel and sugar, and I stayed hostage."

Seeing that Zhou Qingfeng was about to leave, Mirta's eyes flashed rapidly, and he pressed his hands hard on the table, his knuckles turning white. She first shouted to the guard: "Stop him.

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A few more female soldiers with swollen chests stood up and blocked Zhou Qingfeng with stern eyes. And he wasn't afraid at all, he kept looking at it with a smile and fun, as if he was reminiscing about something.

Mirta stood up and kept pacing in the office, feeling extremely conflicted. She hesitated for a long time, and asked angrily: "Victor Hugo, if you offend me one after another like this, don't you worry that I will order you to be killed?"

"Hehe..." Zhou Qingfeng was caressing the faces of several female soldiers with his palm, and seeing the angry faces of the other soldiers, he said with great confidence: "I'm sure you won't be able to kill me."

"Arrogant man!" Mirta snorted coldly, and finally said extremely painfully and decisively: "You can take the entire twelve C-130 fleet, and we can satisfy all the sugar you want, but I only want I can give you half the fuel. Also, the food must be delivered to us as soon as possible."

half the fuel? Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated, nodded and said, "Okay, half is half."

Time is short and there is no room for delay. Zhou Qingfeng turned around with a smile, and lightly shook hands with this lady who likes to wear a veil. Mirta was about to ask how the specific plan should be carried out, but he called out and called in his deputy Raymond and four or five of his subordinates.

"Do you mind if I occupy your office and do joint office work? This can improve efficiency." Zhou Qingfeng asked.

It's all here, what else do you mind? Mirta also had to nod. She really wanted to know what Zhou Qingfeng called these men to do? But the scene that followed shocked the entire Guantanamo Base Command.

Squeaking a few tables randomly, Raymond's team turned on several radio stations and computers, and quickly contacted multiple targets thousands of miles away through satellites. They didn't have much words, they just kept typing commands on the keyboard according to Zhou Qingfeng's instructions.

"What the hell are you doing?" Mirta asked.

"I am calling my pilots and ground crew, please tell the airport to prepare for a small fleet immediately, and please prepare all C-130 transport aircraft, if you can, please fill up in advance. Our There's really not much time."

Zhou Qingfeng explained, and then asked politely: "How presumptuous, I don't know your name yet?"

"My name is Mirta, the wife of General Federo." Seeing Zhou Qingfeng stretching out his hand, Mirta thought that the other party wanted to shake hands again, but who knew that Zhou Qingfeng held her hand and moved it to her mouth. A hand kiss seemed quite There is a gentleman (abnormal) demeanor.

Mirta withdrew her hand angrily, but had to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng's request. And she soon discovered that Zhou Qingfeng's assistants were extremely efficient. This small team contacted multiple work nodes at the same time and began to coordinate with each other's work, even the Cubans in the base were mobilized by them.

"How did you recruit these people? I really envy you for having such a professional team." Mirta said with admiration, "If only I had such a team."

Zhou Qingfeng just smiled faintly, without explanation. Raymond, who was in charge of the small team's command, had some internal injuries. He turned out to be a high-ranking Wall Street elite with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands!

The team casually pointed out that a person has extraordinary background and ability, but ended up hanging out with Zhou Qingfeng just to fill his stomach, and he was still willing, arrogant, loyal, and he couldn't be driven away. The kind that is heartbroken and painful.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's mysterious and complacent smile, Mirta felt sour in his heart. She has to work hard every day to manage her subordinates. The key is that her subordinates really can't find many talents. Cuban intellectuals were either in the military or in the government, and few remained after the Cataclysm.

After a while of contact, Raymond reported to Zhou Qingfeng: "Mr. Hugo, our plan has officially started. Miss Ruiwen said that she will personally send the person to you."

"Okay, I'll go to the airport to meet her." Zhou Qingfeng laughed heartily when he heard this. He shouted silently in his mind: I'm going to start empty-handed and white wolf's plan at last! (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: