After hearing this, several generals went to the next table to eat honestly.
I really ate caviar as a meal...
Zhao Changying was stunned and glanced at Old Demon Han in disbelief.
Is this old guy so wild?
"What are you looking at?" Old Demon Han rolled his eyes at Zhao Changying. "I've told you before, except in that corner of China, I'm the one who controls the wind and rain outside."
After that, he untied the white pocket on his chest, wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up and said, "You continue to eat, I'll have a few words with the boys."
After lighting a cigar as thick as his arm, Han Laomo stepped forward.
The generals stood up immediately and showed great respect.
"Sit down." Han Lao Moxu pressed his hand and said calmly. "Is that crazy woman doing something behind her back?"
"Done." A general wiped the caviar from the corner of his mouth and reported in detail. "But not much."
Another general said in a low voice: "She seems to be a little afraid of you, and she also has a different kind of emotion towards you..."
Han Laomo slapped the general's head into the caviar rice. He glanced at Zhao Changying from the corner of his eye and lowered his voice: "Keep your fucking voice down!"
The general followed Old Mo Han's gaze and nodded understandingly: "Understood."
The boss's taste is really hard to figure out. If you don't like the powerful and glamorous queen, do you like this kind of amateur who has a clear and watery soup?
Old Demon Han was still frightened and immediately changed the subject: "I heard that the people she trained are higher than you and do better than you in Washington?"
When several generals heard this, their expressions changed, and they gritted their teeth and said: "Boss, please listen to my explanation. Those grandsons are just opportunistic and making connections. Unlike us, who work diligently on technology and improve business capabilities, they are indeed promoted." It will be a little slower than them, but our foundation is solid and we have more prospects..."
"You have to be tough and improve your core competitiveness when you are forging iron. Of course it is true."
Han Laomo casually tore off a huge check and stuffed it into a certain general's desk. "But the relationship that should be made must be made, isn't it about money? You still don't understand me? The money that should be spent, the money spent on the blade, when have I ever been vague?"
When the generals heard this, their eyes shone brightly: "We will enter the palace and become the masters to give the boss some air!"
"Yeah." Old Mo Han nodded lightly, and the conversation suddenly changed. "By the way, do any of you want to be president? I have money."
Everyone looked at each other, and one of them said cautiously: "Boss, you don't know something. To be president, you have to be patriotic..."
"What do you mean? You are not patriotic?" Han Laomo frowned.
A certain general who clutched the check said humbly: "It's not bad, I must be patriotic to the outside world..."
"You have to be patriotic at heart. How can you live happily if you are not patriotic these days?" Han Laomo said earnestly.
"Understood." Several generals looked enlightened and deeply taught.
"Let's take a look at the inside story of the military exercise." Han Laomo said with narrowed eyes. "I heard that America and the United States are making small moves behind the scenes."
"I've heard about this too, but the people we arranged to go in are not high enough and cannot grasp the core secrets." A general said calmly.
"Develop more and get offline." Old Demon Han said earnestly. "I'm older and married again, so I don't have as much energy to train you like you, starting from a baby."
"Understood." Several generals nodded heavily.
Before leaving, a general who had followed Lao Mo Han for nearly twenty years said loudly: "Boss, if you encounter any problems here, please feel free to speak up. We, as a group of people, are on call 24 hours a day."
Han Laomo nodded lightly, tore off another written medium-denomination check without leaving any trace, and stuffed it into the general's pocket: "Work hard to get promoted. I've been optimistic about you since I was a child."
"Yes!" The general stamped his foot and saluted the reborn parents.
Several other generals also stamped their feet and saluted, but this kick was obviously filled with annoyance.
Let this grandson pick it up again...
Watching these generals who had a certain influence in Washington leave, Zhao Changying looked at Old Mo Han, who was smoking a cigar, dumbfounded, and said: "Are they all your people?"
"That's not true." Old Mo Han shrugged and said. "The older one, I took him out of the orphanage when he was ten years old. His parents, a major general in the army, offended the powerful and died in prison unjustly. I gave him a big gift for his eighteenth-year-old coming-of-age ceremony. Kill the powerful man who killed his parents."
Zhao Changying was frightened and sighed: "Then what he did to you..."
"I can't say that I am loyal." Old Mo Han grinned. "I can only say that I am dead-set."
Han Laomo pursed his lips and glanced at the magnificent palace in the distance: "Even if I asked him to carry explosives and blow up the palace, he would not frown."
"Of course, we might be shot into a hornet's nest halfway by random gunshots."
Zhao Changying was not in the mood to deal with Han Laomo, who was always talking about cheating, and was extremely shocked inside.
She really didn't expect that in the thirty years since she was separated from this old guy, he would have done so many things and established such a terrifying world structure.
Even the United States has such great power in all parts of the world, how can that be done?
"Then are you in the palace? Is there anyone there?" Zhao Changying asked in a low voice.
"Business secrets." Han Laomo took a puff of his cigar and smiled half-heartedly.
"You still want to keep secrets with me?" Zhao Changying frowned and said. "What is our relationship?"
"That's right, I forgot that we are both remarried." Old Mo Han put out his cigar and approached Zhao Changying with his handsome face. His cynical eyes were full of mystery and unruliness. "You should have met some of the people in the palace."
"Those who seem easy to get along with and are polite to you are my people."
Zhao Changying looked back on the past, with beads of sweat on his palms.
However, she did not want to be suppressed by Old Demon Han, so she curled her lips and said: "The level I saw is not too high."
"The level is too high, you have to be patriotic." Han Laomo sighed, feeling a little helpless. “Where can I find so many talented people who are not patriotic?”
Zhao Changying is now a serious vegetarian.
After hesitating for a moment, he added: "Then it doesn't matter if you are inside the wall?"
"Yes." Han Laomo looked proud and proud, stretched out his hand and scratched the back of Zhao Changying's hand. "Aren't you?"
Zhao Changying was obviously very happy, but he felt offended: "I'm so fucking patriotic!"
