Rebirth: My 80s

After Li Jiankun publicly expressed in the Ukrainian agency building that he had lost interest in Varyag, the Ukrainian side quickly took action. On the one hand, they contacted Mou Qizhong to discuss a refund, after all, he was the payer; on the other hand, they quickly began to prepare for the re-auction of the Varyag, while most of the buyers were still in their country.

Although the Americans have spoken, and the Indian side is determined to win and is well prepared, the final successful bidder can generally be said to be predetermined, but the other bidders cannot be ignored. In fact, their role is very important. Only with competition can a high price be achieved.

According to the Ukrainian side, the gains from the reshoot must not be lower than before.

However, the Indian side does not think so.

When the Ukrainian side annulled the results of the first auction, it issued a public statement saying that there was a legitimate reason, that the businessman named Mou Qizhong lied about the purpose of purchasing the Varyag. This method cannot be used on them, because they had clearly stated in the auction information they filled out earlier that their purpose of purchasing the Varyag was to develop the aircraft carrier industry.

The rules were set by the Ukrainian side. They came honestly and won the auction in full accordance with the Ukrainian rules. So no matter what the final winning amount is, the Ukrainian side has to accept it.

They are not businessmen.

The transaction between them and Ukraine is a transaction between two countries.

There are few things in this world more serious than this.

The Indian side wanted to reshoot the film at a lower price, and according to Dijang, they wanted to get it for one dollar, which would better demonstrate his ability and contribution.

In the evening, a private cocktail party was held in a small villa on the outskirts of Kiev.

No one else was invited to the cocktail party except representatives of various forces who were interested in participating in the reshoot of the Varyag.

In the living room on the first floor of the villa, there were warm lights on. There were not many people in the room. Everyone gathered around a set of maroon antique sofas, which were just big enough for everyone to sit down.

Di Rang, who was sitting alone on a single-seat sofa, unsurprisingly became the focus of the audience.

The Indian side has not yet stated the purpose of holding this reception, but the re-auction of the Varyag has already entered the process. As the strongest competitor, all parties want to find out some of India's auction plans.

Shaking a red wine glass in his right hand, supporting his chin with his left hand, and resting his elbow on the armrest of the sofa, Dirang glanced at everyone and said with a smile: "In fact, it doesn't make much sense for us to speculate on each other's bidding plans and financial bottom lines. As you can see, why was the result of the first auction invalidated?"

There were many smart people present, and one could even say that they were all shrewd. Someone quickly pointed out the point: "America!"

Then, someone's face changed immediately. He looked at Dirang and smiled bitterly: "Did you get the promise from the Americans?"

Di Rang did not hide it, with a warm smile on his face, and nodded slightly.

I heard a few sighs.

This is unplayable.

India is already very strong, and now it has the support of the Americans behind it. Who can fight against them?

Theoretically speaking, the auction format is ultimately a competition of who is richer and more willing to spend money. However, even with as much money as Jack Lee, wasn't he still shut down by the Americans?

Speaking of this topic, we can't help but discuss the two major changes during the first auction. The first one, of course, was Jack Lee's appearance and the revelation that he was the boss behind the successful auction; the second one was that Jack Lee publicly announced that he would give up the purchase of the Varyag.

"Jack Lee obviously wants to buy an aircraft carrier for his country. Putting aside his stance, this man's patriotism is worthy of recognition."

"What's the use? You take yourself too seriously. After all, money is not everything."

"I don't have a good impression of this person. He is a secretive person. Aren't we fooled by him? Apart from a few dollars, what is he? He is just a businessman."

"This kind of thing is not something a businessman can get involved in. He backed down so quickly, which shows that he has some self-awareness."

...

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Mou Qizhong was able to appear in the Kyiv Hotel with swagger again.

In Li Jiankun's guest room.

Mou Qizhong, who had just entered the house, looked at Li Jiankun, who was sitting on the balcony, holding a military telescope in his hand and looking at the swimming pool garden downstairs. He rolled his eyes and said, "You are quite leisurely and elegant."

"What else?" Li Jiankun said without turning his head.

"Do you know what people are saying about you now?"

"What's there to plan? Whoever is awesome enough to challenge NATO should go."

"The problem is... you are the world's richest man. You can't be so scared in front of the Americans. You can't be so scared right in front of them."

Li Jiankun put down the binoculars, glanced at him sideways, and said unhappily, "Am I a coward?"

Mou Qizhong replied, "Others think you are a coward," then he ran to the balcony, pulled over a rattan coffee chair, sat down next to Li Jiankun, leaning towards Li Jiankun, his face full of confusion and thirst for knowledge.

Mou Qi was not as ruthless as Li Jiankun was about his plan of playing hard to get.

Can capital influence power? In a military matter as important as an aircraft carrier?

He had some understanding of capitalist society, but not too thorough. In Mou Qizhong's view, this was an incredible thing. If this was the case, what else could capital not control in the West?

"You are right," Li Jiankun said, "Don't be misled by the so-called Western democracy and freedom in books. It is a common sense that what is lacking is often promoted. Western society, at first glance, seems to be quite free and democratic, but this is only the surface that ordinary people can see. It is meaningless to look at these to determine whether a society is democratic and free, because whether it is those who gamble openly, same-sex couples, or even people who legally own guns, they cannot determine the attributes of this society. What can the so-called freedom of the lower class represent? It is likely that it is just created by some people for the purpose of not causing unrest. The greatest lack of freedom is when the upper class is imprisoned, so this society cannot be free in essence."

Mou Qizhong scratched his head, feeling confused and disoriented.

Li Jiankun brought the topic back to the matter. He patted his shoulder with one hand and raised the telescope again with the other hand. "Don't worry. I have worked very hard to dig a big pit. Now the people who have fallen into the pit are none other than a group of the largest capitalists in the West. They want to climb out of the pit. There is only one and a half ropes. Half of them are in Moscow and one is in my hand. So we don't have to worry. Those big capitalists will deal with all the obstacles for us. We don't want them to start the Third World War."

Li Jiankun's mouth curved into a smile. Miss Orina had a really good figure, especially her butt, which was round and perky.

The telescope in his hand was not his. It was sent by Miss Olena, with a note attached, indicating the time and saying that she would change into the most beautiful swimsuit.

This little goblin.

Originally, Li Jiankun could only watch from afar, but now, something might really happen between him and Miss Orina.

Because the Ukrainian side returned the money very quickly and he said he was no longer concerned about the Varyag, he needed to find an excuse to stay here. Anything would be fine, except waiting for the Americans to come to him.

Isn't this a ready-made excuse?

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They will be stationed in Ukraine for a period of time until the issue of the destruction of weapons of mass destruction is settled. Wright and his team also have an office in Kiev.

Da da da……

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the corridor.

No matter how the staff tried to dissuade him and wanted to report to Colonel Wright first, it was of no use. After showing a special pass, Stone, accompanied by two followers, approached Wright's office like a bulldozer.

The white oak door was closed but not locked.

Without knocking, Stone unlocked the door and strode in.

In the office, Wright raised his head from behind the desk after hearing the voice, glanced at the people who came in, and then his eyes fell on the staff member who came in after Stone and the other two, with an innocent expression on his face, and scolded: "What's going on?"

The staff quickly explained that these three people had special passes and were anxious to see you, and it was no use asking them to wait a moment to report.

Wright stood up from his soft-backed chair, waved his hand, signaled the staff to leave, then looked carefully at Stone and the other two. Without waiting for him to ask about their identities, Stone jumped up and cursed, "Are you Wright? The guy who is always causing trouble but not helping anything?"

Wright frowned and said in a deep voice: "Sir, please speak with respect. Who are you?"

"I am your bread and butter. We support you with money, but we end up with a good-for-nothing like you?!" The more Stone cursed, the angrier he got.

God knows how tormented they were by the problem that became almost unsolvable after Jack Lee refused to negotiate. They were blocked by customers every day and the noise in their ears never stopped. Not to mention these external things, the main torment was their inner torment. Watching the ruble exchange rate rebound, enduring the accusations from their superiors every day, and worrying about whether they would be fine in the future and whether their family would be safe. It almost drove him crazy.

Seeing the losses getting bigger and bigger, he was almost in despair, and finally a glimmer of hope appeared.

Jack Lee also has something he wants, and they can decide who owns it.

Isn't this the best bargaining chip?

It was him, the bastard in front of him, who ruined this chance!

Not to mention scolding him, Stone even wants to kill his heart.

Wright understood something. It turned out that he was just a taxpayer, but not an ordinary taxpayer. Such a tone, including the fact that he held a special pass, could explain the problem. He tried his best to suppress his anger and asked, "What did I do to hurt your interests?"

"My interests?"

Stone pointed at himself and sneered, "You really are oblivious to what's happening outside. What's happening in Moscow has spread all over the world. Haven't you heard anything about it? You've damaged not only my interests, but also the interests of the richest people in the United States. Do you understand the seriousness of the matter?"

Of course, Wright had heard about the chaos next door, but he always felt that business matters had nothing to do with his work, let alone him, so he didn't pay too much attention to it.

There is a saying that goes "Let him die with his eyes closed." Stone told the whole story in detail. After listening, Wright finally came to his senses and realized that all the problems were caused by Jack Lee.

"No, then what do you mean? Let him buy the aircraft carrier and use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him so that he will let you go in Moscow?" Wright asked with wide eyes.

Without waiting for Stone to respond, Wright emphasized, "That's an aircraft carrier! Jack Lee's purpose for buying it is clear. How can this be a joke?"

"I..." Stone didn't even want to scold him anymore. What a complete idiot.

Child's play?

An empty shell of an aircraft carrier is no joke, so is their loss of trillions of dollars a joke?

"I won't tell you anything else." Stone said angrily, "What we want is the original situation. You ruined it, and you have to fix it. Based on our understanding of Jack Lee and his character analysis, he is not a person who will give up halfway, but he is also a man of his word. There is a saying in his country that the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it. We don't care what method you use... Damn it, get things back on track!"

Wright understood what was said.

Should he go to Jack Lee and apologize? Or admit his mistake? Then Jack Lee can continue to buy the Varyag.

Shit, his face isn’t a face?

Besides, what had he done wrong?

Wright said indifferently: "I can't do it."

"Good, very good!" Stone laughed in anger, unable to hold back any longer, and blurted out curse words, "You idiot, you have become stupid in this organization, you are short-sighted and don't understand the seriousness of the matter at all. Okay, if I can't hire you, naturally someone can order you around, you'd better not go anywhere, just wait here obediently!"

After saying this, Stone strode towards the door, and with a clang, he left with two followers.

Wright was also very angry. Until now, he still hadn't figured out who those three guys were. They rushed to the door and yelled at him, and even dared to speak rudely. Who would feel at ease when they were in this situation?

Finally threatened him.

asshole!

Wright believed that he had done nothing wrong in handling the Varyag auction. He was not afraid of any slander. He snorted coldly, "It's useless for anyone to ask me to apologize to that arrogant guy Jack Lee? It's better to put his sole on my face. Who doesn't have some shame? The worst that can happen is... I'll quit, okay?"

His wife always complains that he doesn't have time to spend with the family.

----

Stone's prediction soon came true.

A team rushed over from America, led by two people. One of them was known to Wright. He was his colleague and also worked in the five-cornered building, and his position was higher than his.

"General Hamilton, let's be fair. Did I do anything wrong in this matter? Why should I be blamed for the mistakes of those businessmen? Why should I apologize to that extremely hateful guy for something I did nothing wrong? This logic doesn't make sense."

There were only Wright and Hamilton in the office.

Wright knew that another key figure from the small parachuted team was also coming, but he did not come to his office with Hamilton.

Hamilton smiled bitterly and said, "Brother Wright, not everything makes sense. You can understand this as a deal for the benefit of our country. So although I feel a little wronged, I still hope you can cooperate."

Wright frowned and said, "But I don't think this is in the national interest."

"Don't be stupid, Wright." Hamilton persuaded him with both emotion and reason. "I know you a little bit. You are a military genius, but because of this, you have neglected many other things. Do you know that the Federal Reserve has five major shareholders, and these five major shareholders have now been caught by Jack Lee and are all trapped in his trap."

After a brief pause, Hamilton said, "Their interests are the interests of the country."

Wright frowned.

"What if I say this is an order?" Hamilton said, restraining his smile.

"Whose order? Is there any written material?"

"Are you really not going to listen to any advice at all?"

Wright was silent.

Hamilton continued to persuade him for a while, and then asked him again if he could do it. Wright still did not say anything. As he had thought earlier, the worst that could happen was that he would resign. His wife had always complained about his busy work and little time to accompany his family. He and his wife had a good family background, and the savings from many years of work were enough to support him to retire early.

He thought maybe it was time to return to his family and enjoy life.

At the same time, he thought with evil humor in his heart, what can I do if I just don’t bow to that yellow monkey?

Hamilton stopped trying to persuade her, his expression cold, and he walked towards the door without looking back and said, "Mr. Parker will talk to you. Although he doesn't have a formal position, please believe me and don't question his words."

Shortly after Hamilton left, there were two knocks on the door. Without Wright's response, the door opened and a middle-aged man in a gray casual suit walked in.

Eyes facing each other.

The serious Parker had no intention of talking off topic and got straight to the point: "Starting next month, your parents, including your father-in-law and mother-in-law, will no longer receive pension payments."

Wright opened his eyes wide: "?"

"Your son will receive a notice of expulsion from Columbia University by 5 p.m. tomorrow, New York time, at the latest."

Wright: “???”

"Your daughter will lose her job at DuPont within an hour of my leaving."

Wright: “???”

"At the same time, your entire family will no longer enjoy any social welfare or insurance services..."

Wright's eyes were wide open, his pupils were bloodshot, and his two light blue eyeballs almost popped out of his eye sockets.

Parker came and went in a hurry as if he was reading an imperial edict. However, when he opened the door and was about to disappear, a voice came from behind him.

"Wait!"

When Wright shouted this word, all his anger suddenly dissipated, along with his whole spirit.