Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 270: Persuade a woman

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The "Santiago Military Alliance" is a joint force composed of more than ten teams. The leader Federo has the strongest power, but his wife Mirta controls the operation of the entire "Alliance". Due to her outstanding ability, this woman accustomed to wearing a black veil mask has a high prestige in the "Alliance".

And now the entire "Alliance" is in great trouble of collapse, there are relatively strong military forces, but there is no way to deal a fatal blow to the enemy. The longer the delay, the harder the day. In this case, the entire "Alliance" is panicked.

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

The tea came up, and the small office soon left only Zhou Qingfeng and Mirta with black yarn. He picked up the teacup and blew it. He took a sip and found that it was far from the green tea that the Chinese are used to. It contained good polysaccharides.

"Speak your request, be sensible." Mirta said coldly.

"Sane? I think my request is very reasonable." Zhou Qingfeng put down the cup in his hand and said: "Madam, you feel that my request is too much, then we have to change the way to cooperate. Attacking Havana Can be put aside first, let's talk about something else.

I request to get a C-130 transport plane, full of fuel in the tank and sugar in the full warehouse. Cuba is rich in sugar, and you are certainly not short of it. I will use the transport plane to bring you a hundred tons of grain, and then we will exchange a hundred tons of grain for a C-130, non-stop transaction, what do you think? "

Mirta immediately laughed: "Are you crazy? A C-130 transport aircraft is worth 30 million US dollars. This is enough to buy 10,000 tons of grain. You are only giving me 100 tons, and I have to pay Fuel and cargo, do you think I will answer? "

Zhou Qingfeng shrugged and said helplessly: "Madam, you are all right, but what about that? I have tried my best to satisfy you, but you have to understand that food is now more valuable than transport. Food can be called If a person survives, the transport plane will not work. "

Mirta stared indifferently at Zhou Qingfeng and said: "A transport plane changes 500 tons of food. I will give you fuel and sugar. You stay as a hostage. If you do n’t get food, I will kill you."

"This is too much demand." Zhou Qingfeng snorted and shook his head. He simply stood up and walked out, "Madam, your request is beyond my limit. I will finally offer you a price and a transport plane for 150 tons of food, but you have to give me the entire fleet first Filled with fuel and sugar, and I stay as a hostage. "

Zhou Qingfeng is about to leave. Mirta's eyes are flashing fast, his hands are pressed **** the table, and his knuckles are white. She first shouted to the guard: "Stop him."

Several female soldiers with bulging **** stood up and gazed in front of Zhou Qingfeng. And he wasn't afraid at all, and he kept smiling and interestingly aiming for something, as if he was aftertaste something.

Mirta stood up and paced in the office, feeling very tangled. She hesitated for a long time and asked uncomfortably: "Victor Hugo, you have annoyed me like this one after another, don't you worry about my order to kill you?"

"Haha ..." Zhou Qingfeng's palms are wiping the faces of several female soldiers, looking at each other's angry faces, but he said with great confidence: "I'm sure you can't kill me."

"Crazy man!" Mirta sneered, finally said extremely painful and extremely determined: "You can take all twelve C-130 fleet, we can meet all the sugar you want, but I can only give you half of the fuel. Also, food must be delivered to us as soon as possible. "

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

The time is tight, and there can be no delay. When Zhou Qingfeng smiled back, he shook hands with this lady who liked to wear a veil. Mirta was about to ask how the specific plan should be carried out, but he yelled out and called his deputy Raymond and four or five people under him.

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

It's all on this one. What else do you mind? Mirta also had to nod. She wanted to know what Zhou Qingfeng called these men to do? But the following scene called the entire Guantánamo Bay base headquarters people were deeply shocked.

The creaky random set up of several tables, Raymond's team opened several radio stations and computers, and quickly reached multiple targets thousands of miles away through satellites. They don't have much words, just follow the Zhou Qingfeng's instructions on the keyboard to keep typing commands.

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

“I ’m calling my pilots and ground crew, please tell the airport to prepare for a small fleet immediately, and please prepare all C-130 transport planes, if you can, please fill up in advance .. We really do n’t have much time. "

Zhou Qingfeng explained it, and asked politely: "It's an insult, I don't know your name yet?"

"My name is Mirta, the wife of General Federo." Looking at Zhou Qingfeng's hand, Mirta thought that the other party would shake hands again, but who knows her hand was held by Zhou Qingfeng and sent to the mouth. Perverted).

Mirta pulled his hand back angrily, but had to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng's requirements. And she soon discovered that these assistants Zhou Qingfeng's work extremely efficiently. This small team contacted multiple work nodes at the same time and began to coordinate each other's work. Even the Cubans in the base were mobilized by them.

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

Zhou Qingfeng is only a faint smile, compelling and unexplained. Raymond, who was in charge of the small team, had some internal injuries. He turned out to be an elite Wall Street elite with an annual salary of hundreds of thousands!

The team casually pointed out that a person has extraordinary origins and abilities. As a result, he only mixed with Zhou Qingfeng just to eat a full stomach, and he was still willing, fart, loyal, and ca n’t get rid of it if he was driven. Walking is heartbroken and painful.

Looking at the mysterious and proud smile of Zhou Qingfeng, Mirta was sour. Every day she has to work hard to manage her staff, the key is that she really can not find a few talents. Intellectuals in Cuba are either in the military or in the government, and there are few left after the catastrophe.

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

"Okay, I will meet her at the airport." Zhou Qingfeng heard this, and she was already smiling. He silently shouted in his head: Laozi's plan of the white wolf with empty gloves is finally about to begin! (To be continued.)