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. "Hi! Viry! Is that you?"

The muscular man walked towards the Cherokee, waving his sunglasses.

"Are you? Are you..." Willy Chuck became excited and suddenly pushed open the car door.

"Chuck! Don't get out!" Gagor Brown exclaimed. Unable to stop him, he saw that his colleague had opened the car door and jumped out of the driver's seat.

"Ha, it's you indeed, Willy Chuck! I'm Jack Roosevelt! Hi, old classmate! No wonder you looked familiar to me in the car just now."

The big man laughed and quickened his pace, obviously confirming the other party.

Jack Roosevelt!

Like a bolt of lightning, Willy Chuck's memory was opened. Surprise appeared on his face immediately. He rushed in front of the opponent, punched the opponent's chest, and shouted with the same joy, "Jack! It is indeed you, we Captain of the football team, what a coincidence! Oh my gosh, you’re so much bigger, like a bear.”

"Yeah, what a coincidence, Viry! My catcher! It's been so long."

Jack Roosevelt took the other person in his arms and hugged him hard.

"God! He's not going to kill Chuck?!"

The strong man with a strong back and strong waist gave Gagor Brown a bear hug, which made Gagor Brown terrified. If he gave it all his strength, he would definitely die because the broken ribs would pierce his internal organs.

Willy Chuck turned around, waved to Cherokee, and shouted loudly: "Hi! Mr. Brown, come out and get to know him. He is my college classmate, um, he is also the quarterback captain of the school football team. Don't worry, he won't I’ll beat you up.”

"Haha! Yeah, I won't beat him, but I will kick his ass!"

With his hands on his hips, Jack Roosevelt seemed to be back in school and on the football field in the past, making jokes about his old classmates without restraint. His friendship with Willy Chuck is not shallow, and this reputation must be sold.

If it weren't for this old classmate and football teammate, his reaction after getting off the car might be what Gagor Brown thought.

"Hi! I'm Gagor Brown!"

Gagor Brown finally walked out of the car and shook hands with Jack Roosevelt. His strong palm was steady and strong.

Fortunately, he didn't suddenly exert force and break his hand bones. He finally breathed a sigh of relief secretly.

Willy Chuck asked: "Where are you going? To explore for oil?"

Iran's main mineral is oil, and he thought that his old classmate's motorcade also came for oil.

Jack Roosevelt pointed to the rather small convoy and said: "Uh. No! Ten years ago, a rather large meteorite fell nearby. My department happens to be responsible for meteorite collection and on-site exploration. Well, that's right. , is to go around the world to pick up various meteorites. To put it in a romantic way, we are star chasers. This is also to develop meteorite resources as future technical reserves. You should also know that the composition of meteorites is very complex. It is not easy to extract metals and other components from it. Our Broni Mining Company has cooperated with NASA (National Aeronautics and Space Administration) to set up a special laboratory to conduct research on the development of space meteorite resources."

The neatly unified company name on the opponent's motorcade: Broni Mining Company, which made Willy Chuck secretly jealous. It was his old classmate who was lucky enough to join a professional mining company, and his position seemed to be quite high. What I learned in school these past few years has finally come into use.

Jack Roosevelt didn't know that after seeing him, his old classmate felt sorry for himself for a long time.

"Meteorite development? My God! Are you ready to enter the universe? What? Has the United States already built a large industrial spaceship?"

Willy Chuck's eyes were full of stars, and he was obviously shocked by the words of his old classmate.

Everyone knows that due to gravity, the cost of transporting materials from the ground to the outside of the atmosphere cannot be lower than the cost of collecting resources directly from outer space.

For every man-made object sent into space, the transportation cost alone is comparable to the same weight of gold as the man-made object.

Jack Roosevelt shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, how can a little guy like me know whether the government has built a spaceship? Maybe, maybe not. NASA has always been very tight-lipped. What our company is doing now Just for the sake of technology accumulation, step by step, a cross-generational technology upgrade like stepping out of the atmosphere, even if it takes a hundred years to accumulate, it is not much, and you can get a head start by preparing in advance."

One hundred years is indeed not too much, and it is not an alarmist statement.

Nowadays, you can buy a cheap program-controlled switch for just a few hundred yuan on Taobao. Human beings have invested more than a hundred years of technology accumulation for this. This is true, dear!

"Where are you going?"

Jack Roosevelt pushed his sunglasses back on his face. He saw his colleague waving to him, seeming to urge him that it was not a problem to have so many cars parked in this desolate place.

"We are going to the village of Varga ahead to send condolences to the family of a colleague who sacrificed his life for the company."

Gagor Brown rushed to say, in just a short while, he was about to be scorched by the hot sun in Iran, even if there was a little shade, it would be better.

"So that's it. It's such a coincidence. The point where the meteorite fell is near the village of Varga. We were planning to camp there. Vic and Mr. Brown. It seems that it was Allah's will that brought us here. Together."

"Well, yeah, Jack, get in my car, I'm so happy to see you."

Viri Cha held his old classmate's arm and walked towards Cherokee.

"Okay, we have to have a good chat!" Jack Roosevelt was also very interested. He put his hands to his mouth like a trumpet and shouted at the convoy: "Continue to move forward as planned, I will take this car! Murdo Ke, you lead the team for me!"

Gagor Brown could only give up the passenger seat sadly.

The convoy started again.

Nine large and small vehicles soon arrived at Varga Village, but the accompanying Iranian translator did not find the village chief and imam. He heard that they went to the home of Abu Hassan Zargar.

It just so happened that the family that Viry Chuck and Gagor Brown, who worked for Northrop Grumman, visited were the family members of Abu Hassan Zargar.

At this time, the people of the two companies were all amazed. The two sides had different purposes, but in the end they all had the same direction and the same goal. This was interesting. Maybe it was God's will.

To avoid unnecessary conflict with locals, Brony Mining Company convoys and Cherokees were suspended outside the village.

The children in the village were shocked. What day was it today? Outsiders came one after another.

Onlookers, onlookers, watched with force, their eyes almost too busy to see what was new, and the entrance to the village was filled with the laughter of children.

Some employees in the team who like children simply took out candies and cookies and distributed them to the cute children.

Led by the hired Iranian translator Hashem Assab, Jack Roosevelt took one or two of his men, Veri Chak, and Gagor Brown to the house of Abu Hassan Zargar to seek an audience with the authority figure in the village.

Without the permission of these two most important figures, employees of Broni Mining Company would not only be unable to enter the village to obtain supplies and help from the villagers, but would also be more likely to cause conflicts during the process of collecting meteorites.

The two Grumman employees couldn't even touch the sides of Abu Hassan Zargar's house.

All this is completely determined by the two highest-status elders in the village who can determine the attitude of the entire Varga village.

They had just arrived at the door of Abu Hassan Zargar's house and were about to knock on the door. Before they could knock on the door, the thick wooden door opened on its own initiative.

Jack Roosevelt was startled. Inside the door, a middle-aged Iranian and an East Asian were being sent out by two old men. The two parties met at the door.

"Huh?!"

A person next to Jack Roosevelt suddenly screamed in surprise.

"What's going on? Rodriguez!"

While the Iranian translator Hashem Assab connected with the two old men, Jack Roosevelt frowned.

"Jack, the stone in the opponent's hand..." Rodriguez, a senior geological expert from Broni Mining Company, stopped talking here, and the meaning was self-evident.

The opponent held a black stone in his hand, which attracted Rodriguez's attention out of professional habit.

"Come with us?!" A murderous look flashed through Jack Roosevelt's eyes, and he quickly judged in his mind that the muscles on his body were not in vain. He suddenly exhaled a puff of air from his nose and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear. : "Damn!"

There are teams searching for meteorites everywhere in the world, and the Broni family is not the only one. This means that resources are being divided up, division means fighting, and fighting means people will die.

"Jack, what's wrong?"

Willy Chuck was suddenly surprised that his old classmate's temperament suddenly became unfamiliar, and he looked at Jack Roosevelt in confusion.

Gagor Brown also shivered for no reason.

"Please wait a moment, friend!"

Jack Roosevelt said suddenly and made a gesture at the same time. Several of his men looked at each other and seized the opportunity to stop the two men coming out of Abu Hassan Zargar's house.

Although he said it politely, it was with an unquestionable commanding tone.

"What's the matter?" Lin Mo stopped and looked at the white people half surrounding him. They were expressionless and didn't know whether their intentions were goodwill or hostility.

What do these guys do?

Sayed Muhammad Banisadr, who was as confused as his employer, immediately became nervous. The other party's attitude was not a good one.

"Can you sell me the stone you have? I'll pay you a hundred dollars."

Jack Roosevelt walked up to Lin Mo and spoke directly without too many circles.

What? Hundred dollars?

Willy Chuck and Gagor Brown were startled and looked at Jack Roosevelt who was bidding.

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Zhang recommends a new book: "The Temple" by the author Fu Zuida, ISBN 2568216. The protagonist represents the dark side of the author's psychology, which is simply too dark. (To be continued)