Chapter 463 We Need a Bargaining Chip! (Second Update!)

This is too much!

This is the first sentence that popped into Greb's mind after hearing this. This is America, not some other place. This is a free and democratic world.

Although it takes a certain amount of power and money to be free and democratic, this is still a free and democratic world. A free and democratic country dares not even publish a fair investigation report?

Tmd!

After cursing in his heart, Greb put away the two documents in front of him, threw them aside like garbage, clapped his hands, and once again focused his attention on the uncle in front of him.

When he cast his eyes over, Wade also put down the brandy in his hand and persuaded:

"This matter, until now, at this moment, everything is over."

"From now on, you need to put the explosion of the Atlas rocket out of your mind, and don't let it continue to delay your work."

"What you need to do next is to look forward, that is, to complete the relevant satellite plan, and complete the launch one day earlier, so that our Roosevelt family can have one more bargaining chip."

"Remember, you must forget about this matter."

At this point, Wade found that Greb's face was still full of anger, and he once again persuaded:

"I asked you to do this, not because I am afraid of the other party, but because I am afraid that they will attack you. These people have been operating in America for a long time, and they have their people up and down."

"There is a saying that it is not afraid of thieves stealing, but afraid of thieves thinking about it. We can't always spend energy to guard against them, understand?"

After speaking again, Wade picked up the brandy on the table and drank it all, stood up, came to Greb, patted the nephew's shoulder hard, turned around and walked straight to the door.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared at the gate.

He waited until the sound of a car starting up outside the door, then Greb stood up from the sofa and slowly walked towards the window in the direction of the main entrance.

Through the gap in the curtains, watching the Mercedes-Benz bulletproof cars go away, the son of the lieutenant general slowly clenched his fists.

A few seconds later, his gums were also bitten and bleeding.

Feeling the rusty taste in his mouth, Greb let go of his clenched fists, turned around and walked to the wine cabinet, holding the bottle of brandy he had just opened, and began to drink it.

After drinking half a bottle of brandy, he felt a fire in his stomach, and the fire was burning desperately, and at the same time, it completely ignited his inner anger.

Yes, my father asked me to participate in this satellite project to make money, from beginning to end, it was to make money.

This is the core purpose.

But all of this is my own achievement.

Since I received the project, I have worked hard, looking for relevant teams everywhere, renting factories, setting up production lines, and having people compile control systems.

All of this was created from scratch, accumulated little by little, and made little by little.

It was not stolen, let alone robbed. It was the result of the joint efforts of myself and the engineers below.

After finally doing all this and about to succeed, all of my work was suddenly wasted due to external factors.

What's more, the chief engineer who I finally found committed suicide in the command center on the day of the explosion.

Suicide!

As for the reason for suicide, it was because I was afraid that I would hold him responsible for the rocket explosion.

This reason is ridiculous!

It's so ridiculous that Greb is willing to believe that the current President of America will commit suicide, and he is unwilling to believe that the fat old man who has been laughing, working overtime, and doing it himself since he entered the factory will commit suicide.

There is always light in his eyes.

That old man always wanted to see his satellite go up to the sky and then work for America.

Such a fat old man died.

His death was worthless.

In the end, such a dead person did not even have a word to describe him in the investigation reports of both sides.

They even...didn't even want to find a word to describe the fat old man.

Now, a person who claimed to be related to him was trying to persuade him to let it go, forget about it, and swallow his grievances.

What a joke?

Damn!

After cursing in his heart, Greb returned to the study, picked up the phone on the table, found his father's number, and dialed it.

As soon as the call was connected, he couldn't wait to say, "Father, I just saw the report."

"There are two!" Dana's correction came from the phone. A few seconds later, the gentle voice came again:

"Greb, you have to remember, no matter what you choose, I will always be your father, you will always be my child, and I will always support your choice."

"I have something else to do, so I'll hang up first."

Listening to the beeping sound, two tears fell from Greb's eyes. He didn't cry, but sat weakly on the chair, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes, as if he was dead.

After sitting there for a few minutes, he picked up the phone on the table again, found his mother's number, and dialed again.

After a short busy tone, his mother's cheerful voice came from the phone:

"Greb, my little cutie, you haven't called me for a long time."

"Why? Are you coming back to enjoy your vacation? If you want to enjoy your vacation, then I need to buy more meat and make your favorite barbecue."

"By the way, remember to bring Parison back when you come back. Your uncle Wendell hasn't seen him for a long time and misses him very much."

The mother's nagging words made Greb's depressed face smile. He giggled a few times and asked the phone with a smile:

"Mom, if one of your good friends, a very, very good friend, suffered injustice, what would you do?"

The old mother on the other end of the phone was a little confused. She never expected that her son, who hadn't called for a long time, would suddenly call just to ask such a question.

Silence...

It was the silence of the mother and son.

After a long time, just when Greb thought his mother had hung up the phone, the cheerful voice came again:

"Remember when you were a kid?"

"When your father was away, those little bastards and old bastards in the town said bad things about us."

"Do you remember how I educated them at that time?"

"Since he is your best friend, you have the responsibility to help this friend get justice. This is America, a free and democratic America."

"Since you are not coming back, I don't have to go shopping. Mrs. Tom next door has asked me to make apple pie. I'll hang up first."

The call was hung up with the voice, and Greb's memory had returned to his childhood.

At that time, his father was away all year round, and Uncle Wendell was also running around outside, only his aunt and mother were there.

Some bastards set their eyes on the family's money.

After repeated warnings, his mother used Winchester to treat these damn bastards very kindly.

After cordially entertaining these bastards, my mother told me that this is called an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.

Putting down the phone, Greb returned to the table, bent down to pick up the two reports he had thrown on the ground, carefully smoothed the wrinkles on them, and put the two documents back on the table.

Those damn things dared to mess up when I was launching a satellite, and in the end, the president and the Roosevelt family all chose to give in to those bastards.

That means that my bargaining chips are not enough.

Because I don’t have enough bargaining chips, I was abandoned by them.

It’s really the consistent style of politicians.

I need a bargaining chip, a bargaining chip that can increase my weight.

This bargaining chip must be unique, and it must be difficult to be replaced by others.

Only when it is difficult to be replaced by others can this bargaining chip be controlled by me, and finally, increase my weight.

After reading the report again, Greb, who had the answer in his mind, returned to the study, picked up the phone on the table again, and called Parison:

"Parrison, listen."

"I need you to do something now, something very important."

"I need you to find those unique technology projects on the massive amount of Internet data and analyze those projects."

"Why do you do this? We need a bargaining chip, a bargaining chip to increase our weight. The satellites we are making now are not enough. That is not our bargaining chip, that is the bargaining chip between big people."

"It's good that you understand. Our satellite project will continue, and the transaction with China will continue. Don't stop. Those money will be our first pot of gold in the future."

"You spend more time. After finding the corresponding project, call me and I will go to see it myself. That's it."

After hanging up the phone with Parison, Greb walked to the window and quietly admired the scenery outside the window.

Because the Appalachian Mountains blocked the cold air from the south, the temperature in Arlington in early February has begun to rise, and the trees outside the mansion have sprouted new buds.

The new year has begun again.

Wait!

Glancing at the new buds on the branches, Greb turned around again, picked up the phone again, and found Nicholas: "Please contact Lin Yu for me and tell him that I want to meet him."

"He decides the time and place, that's it."

…………

Guizhou Province.

Southwest of Lincheng.

A 30-year-old sturdy man, with a camera hanging around his neck, shuttled between the fields and the old villages.

From time to time, he raised the camera in his hand and pressed the shutter at these dilapidated buildings.

With a click, the dilapidated building, the people in front of the building, and the yellow dog running out of the building and rushing towards him were all frozen at this moment.

Seeing that the yellow dog was about to run in front of him, the man turned around and ran away.

The chasing yellow dog, after seeing the man leave his range, slowly put down the pace of pursuit, roared loudly, turned around and returned to the dilapidated house.

The man was still running forward, still laughing.

Finally, he ran to a dry ridge, bent down, pressed his hands on his knees, and gasped for air.

When the air in his lungs was even and he was alive again, he took out his phone from his pocket, turned around, and finally found a place with a better signal. He found the number marked as Director Hou and pressed it:

"Director Hou, it's Xiao Xie."

"I found the project site of the semiconductor project. Yes, I walked around and the area is indeed quite large, at least 20 to 30 square kilometers."

"I guess it's because Guizhou Province is preparing to expand this project, so they mobilized more land."

"Cheating? It shouldn't be that serious. When I was wandering around these villages, I had already met several of their so-called working groups, who were mobilizing local villagers in the village."

"If it was just a simple cheating, there was no need to do this. After all, they were civil servants."

On the other side of the phone, Hou Yunkang listened to the voice coming from the phone, and kept nodding.

After more than ten minutes, he put down the phone and looked out the window, toward the graduate school branch of Shengmajiagou Vocational College not far away.

Staring at the school gate, his right hand clenched involuntarily.

As the director of the Magic City Investment Promotion Bureau, he should have been squatting in the bureau during this period, preparing for the new year's work plan report.

However, because of a very abrupt incident, he was thrown into Shenzhen.

If you want to say that the most lively thing in the Yangtze River Delta region these days, it must be that Rhein Steel in Shandong Province suddenly ran to Guizhou Province and invested in a semiconductor project.

Originally, the Magic City was not interested in this project.

Because the Magic City is a big family and a big business.

The Magic City is located at the mouth of the Yangtze River. It can be said that the thousands of kilometers of the Yangtze River are the rear base of the Magic City. Relying on these rear bases, the Magic City can get whatever it wants.

But the matter is getting worse and worse. At the beginning, the gossip was that Shandong Province did not hesitate to pay money to join the project. Later, it was reported that Guangdong Province also joined and paid the same amount of money.

At this time, the Magic City could not sit still.

So he, the director of the Merchants Bureau, could only bring his team to Guangdong Province and Shenzhen City quietly to find out the ins and outs of this matter.

While investigating in Shenzhen, the Merchants Bureau also sent relevant personnel to Guizhou Province to investigate the whole story of this project.

And during the time when he was waiting for the news, even the 13 bastards in Jiangsu Province, next to the Magic City, also united together for the first time and raised money to join this project.

This is even more outrageous than the sun rising from the west.

You know, the 13 prefecture-level cities in Jiangsu Province, as well as the county-level cities, towns, and villages below, all want to become municipalities directly under the Central Government.

For example, Kun County in Suzhou City really wants to jump into the arms of the Magic City.

It can be said that these cities are actually in a life-and-death relationship.

But under this premise, these cities actually united together and paid to join.

This...

For a moment, Hou Yunkang was in a dilemma.

The Merchants Bureau, the Merchants Bureau, is to attract business to its own territory, get the project to others, and put money in it. That's called investment.

But the question is, why should I invest in others?

Isn't it good for me to invest in myself?

But if I don't invest, if that semiconductor project really takes off, it will be troublesome if I want to follow up at that time.

After all, icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow.

After pondering for a long time, Hou Yunkang brought his mobile phone to his eyes and found a number marked as the Vietnamese Merchants Bureau-Han Bureau.

Press it.