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Chapter 730 Sharif! (Second Update!)

After finishing his words, Lin Yu quickly retracted his hand, stuffed the two obviously antique New Testaments and Old Testaments into his arms, and handed over all the books and maps that he had someone buy at the bookstore for 100 yuan.

Since this guy asked me to come out and express my opinion, I have to charge some interest. These two New Testaments and Old Testaments are obviously used for many years. Look at the notes on them.

Master-level notes.

I will throw it to a foreign auction house after a while, and maybe I can make a fortune.

Looking at the young man with smooth hands and feet, Albert's outstretched hand froze in place, and then he couldn't help shaking.

His trembling hands drove his body, causing his body to tremble.

In the end, the trembling of his body made him cough, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person lay straight down.

"The psychological quality is really poor!" Lin Yu complained in his heart, and quickly asked the staff to drag this person down for treatment.

Don't die on your own territory, if you die, it will be a big trouble.

Albert was taken away by the staff, and the scene returned to silence.

Without him as a troublemaker, Amul's debate officially began.

At this moment, Yasser stood up straight, stared at Amul, and asked:

"Mr. Amul, do you think we should embrace the new world or continue to guard the old world?"

"Should our ethnic group continue in a tribal way, or accept a new way and move forward in an atomized form?"

"Should we relax the personnel restrictions?"

"Should we put aside our past grudges?"

"Should we adopt a centralized system?"

"Should we give up factional differences?"

"..."

Yasser was speaking, and several people next to him were helping. People on both sides of the carpet were arguing, while Lin Yu continued to drink his black tea.

He was very leisurely.

Because he was just a witness.

People on both sides went back and forth, each with their own reasons. Sometimes they could convince each other, and sometimes they couldn't convince each other.

Because each other had their own private goods mixed in their words.

In order to force each other's private goods into each other's minds, the people participating in the debate were very restrained and did not choose to take action when they could not convince each other.

"The king of the country is the messenger sent by Allah to the world. He is the one who protects the believers, and everything the king has is for the country, so the king should have some important rights, especially the succession to the throne."

"Since he is the messenger sent by Allah to the world, then His Majesty the King must be very smart, have absolute knowledge, and have absolute power, but all of this is the power of this messenger, and what does it have to do with the succession to the throne."

"We should implement a centralized system to better allocate resources."

"You Saudis have no chance because you make money too easily."

"We have no chance either, because there are too many tribal groups and conflicts every day."

"Take back their power!"

"They can kill you."

Time slipped away quietly in the debate and quarrel, and Amul lived up to expectations. Although he did not completely convince these people, others did not convince him after all.

In the blink of an eye, time came to the last day.

Finding that he couldn't convince the other party, Yasir directly came up with a wild idea.

That is to crown Amul as Sharif.

So that afternoon, under the witness of many believers, Amul's name had a prefix.

Sharif!

After enjoying the admiring eyes of others, Amul took out a few newspapers from what he had prepared long ago.

The content of the newspaper was the news that the Pakistani Taliban was destroyed a few days ago.

Put these newspapers on the carpet, in the middle of the crowd, and wait for the curious people in the crowd to read them, then Amul slowly spoke:

"I think our first task now is to get back to the original!"

"The Taliban had a good meaning at the beginning, but the mullah formed this damn Pakistani Taliban for his own selfishness and insulted this word."

"And I am from Peshawar, and I am also a believer of the Islamic sect. I think I need to get back to the original at this time."

"So, I would like to ask everyone to bear witness that I will form a party."

"The name is Pakistani Taliban. We will have a unified symbol, a unified uniform, and a unified concept."

"Our mission is to rescue those who have been harmed by those pests."

"At the same time, we are also cleaning up those pests. We will fight to the death with those pests. Even if the world is destroyed, we will eliminate them first."

Amul gritted his teeth and said these words, and then cast his eyes on the people around him, his eyes full of earnestness and hope.

The debates over the past few days have also made these people respect Mr. Amul from Peshawar.

For his request, this group of people naturally agreed calmly.

After all, the Pakistani Taliban he wants to form is active in Peshawar, Pakistan, not in his own surroundings.

If he wants to clean up those pests, that is his business, as long as it does not offend his own interests.

So.

At Amul's request, witnessed by Muslims from many countries, a brand new Pakistani Taliban party was officially established.

After saying his little request, Amul took out the scriptures again and started to argue with others again.

In the evening, the relevant news was released, and then it was spread to Pakistan under Lin Yu's deliberate operation.

The news arrived in Pakistan and soon reached the hands of the mullah.

Seeing this news, he just felt a pain in his heart, very painful.

After massaging his heart for a while, he still spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He hated, hated Abu in the West. If that guy hadn't broken with him, he wouldn't have taken this path.

He hated Jira even more.

That damn guy, if he hadn't betrayed him, he wouldn't have lost hundreds of people and hundreds of people's equipment.

But that bastard ran away after stabbing him in the back.

If he had made some name for himself, he wouldn't have been so angry.

That damn bastard took the people he found for him and his equipment and ran away, and then was ambushed by the Americans and directly killed.

Everything was lost.

Now, those people are fighting with him for even a name.

Just like Abu back then.

Was he wrong?

Mullah asked himself quietly in his heart whether he really did something wrong back then.

But no one could answer him.

If Abu had not betrayed him, he might be able to answer his question, but the other party betrayed him.

The most unacceptable point for him was that Abu's gang lived a good life in the Herat area.

They had business and agriculture, they were always making money, updating equipment, and training.

How could they live better than him?

Thinking of this, Mullah spit out another mouthful of blood.

After this mouthful of blood spurted out, his whole spirit became listless, but his eyes were unusually bright, and in the few lights, his eyes were full of cruelty.

Since everyone is betraying me, I will be ruthless and let them know what will happen if they dare to betray me.

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Tel Aviv, after more than ten hours of flight, Albert returned to Tel Aviv. He quietly got off the plane, and kept looking around the airport.

However, no matter how he searched, he never saw the person who came to pick him up. The people around him were in a hurry, and no one stayed on him for half a second.

He stood at the exit of the airport, recalling the scene when he left, and couldn't help feeling sad.

When he set out, he was so high-spirited.

But when he came back, he was alone and looked very miserable, like a dog.

With a sigh, he resigned himself to walking out of the airport, hailed a taxi on the street, reported the address of his church, and began to rest in the car.

And he didn't notice at all that the driver saw him fall asleep in the rearview mirror, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a smile with ill intentions.

…………

In Awad's luxurious villa in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia.

Yasser took out one book after another, and then pressed one book after another on Awad's desk.

There were a lot of books, and they were piled up in a big pile.

After the last book was put away, Yasser said with a smile:

"All the books here are the ones called Amul..."

"No, we should call him Sharif now."

"It is the books annotated by Sharif and his teacher. We have stuffed a lot of dry goods in them with them these days."

"You can take these things and sort out the country in the future."

"I will go back first. If there is such a good thing in the future, take me with you."

"Finally, it was Mr. Lin who asked me to tell you that the ship you want is almost ready. Find a time to contact His Highness Carlo in the UAE and go there."

After explaining the matter clearly, Yasser turned around and left without any hesitation, looking very cool.

…………

"After Mr. Amuler goes back this time, I don't know when we will meet again. So I wish you a bright future and all your wishes come true."

At the Jinling Military Airport, Lin Yu smiled faintly at the person in front of him and said a polite blessing.

Faced with his blessing, Amuler also smiled the same way and gladly accepted the blessing.

He stepped back, put down the luggage beside him, put his right hand on his chest, and bent down to Lin Yu:

"Mr. Lin, thank you for your blessing. I, Amuler, swear that I will never let Mr. Lin down."

After he finished speaking, the urging sound of boarding sounded again.

Lin Yu waved gently at him, signaling him to board the plane quickly.

Neither side was shy. After bowing, Amuler took his luggage and walked quickly towards the plane in the distance.

The plane door closed, and after a short run-up, it slid into the sky and disappeared from sight.

Until the plane was out of sight, Lin Yu put away the smile on his face and walked out of the airport without looking back.

He did not go north, but told the driver to drive to the Magic City again.

Jinling is not far from the Magic City. In half a morning, the Passat he was riding in arrived at the Magic City International Airport.

The person who appeared at the Magic City International Airport with him was another person, Rawat.

They came to pick up the plane.

To pick up two distinguished guests.

Carlo and Awad from the United Arab Emirates.

As for the reason why these two people came to China, it was simple, the ship was almost ready.

After waiting for about half an hour, Carlo and Awad's large group appeared in front of Lin Yu through the VIP channel.

Watching these two people appear, Lin Yu still lay on the sofa without any movement.

It was not until the two appeared beside the sofa that Lin Yu poked his head out and cast his eyes on the VIP channel.

The VIP channel was quiet, with only the sound of wind blowing, and no sound of footsteps.

After staring for a while, there was still no response. He could only look at Carlo and Awad and asked with disgust:

"Where are your naval combat personnel?"

"Don't tell me that you two will have to go on board and drive the ship yourself. Also, don't even think about getting people from me. I'm short of people here. If I give them to you, I'll have nothing left."

The words of rejection made Carlo swallow the words that were about to be spoken. He reached out and touched his nose, and responded with embarrassment:

"You know this too. Our UAE is a union of several emirates."

"Although we also have a navy, to be honest, this is the first time we have such a large equipment."

"For the first time, no one has experience. Even if we want to gather relevant naval combat personnel, we can't gather them from several emirates."

"Like the Emirate of Abu Dhabi, their king directly said that the ship can do whatever it wants, it has nothing to do with him, as long as the missiles don't hit them."

"In addition to combat personnel, there are also equipment maintenance personnel."

"But the equipment we have is mainly from Europe, America, or Russia, which is different from your standards. We have to train these personnel again."

"Even harder!"

Carlo was complaining, but his eyes were fixed on Lin Yu. His little eyes were shining, and everyone knew that he was up to something.

After listening to the complaints for a while, Lin Yu sighed and looked at Awad next to him: "Don't tell me you didn't get them all together."

"I remember you were planning to build a military port."

Facing the disdainful look, Awad calmly clapped his hands:

"Congratulations, my dear friend, you guessed right, I really didn't get all the relevant combat personnel together."

"Like the UAE, the people I have have no experience in operating the relevant equipment, and I can't even find a place for them to practice."

Excuses, all excuses!

Lin Yu was madly complaining in his heart, he knew exactly what these two bastards were thinking.

It's nothing more than wanting to whore a few more people in addition to this ship.

For their ideas, Lin Yu just thought it was ridiculous.

In those years, there was no equipment, the navy's training had not kept up, and professional personnel were trained even less. Now it's hard to get out of it, and some new equipment has been produced. It's hard to train some people, but there are bastards staring at their people.

It's just like animals, worse than animals.

Sighing, Lin Yu didn't say anything more. He called the people and stuffed them into the car. Then he started the engine and drove towards Liancheng.

The third update will be at noon

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