Hong Kong Movie: The Positive Energy System of Hongxing Boss

With a smile on his lips, Brother Huanxi suppressed the grief in his heart and took out two more hundred-dollar bills.

There is no way, people are poor and short-sighted.

His original small treasury has been voluntarily handed over to Brother Fengyun. Now he is just a real destiny worker.

The lady at the front desk calmly put three hundred-dollar bills into her pocket.

"Sir, may I ask which country your friends are from? We have seven people named Tom here." The young lady began to look through the registration book to find this guest named Tom.

"Hello, you must be from the Lighthouse Country. I'm sorry."

"Is he from the Lighthouse CIA?" the young lady asked directly.

Tan Huanxi:...

Didn't you say that this is a secret mission?

Why does even the front desk of a hotel know this?

Could it be that this receptionist is actually a CIA agent?

The so-called waiter is a person who conceals his identity.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed very reasonable. Brother Huanxi continued to think about it.

He nodded calmly.

"Hello, sir, Agent Tom is at 301. There is a sign at the door." The waitress smiled charmingly.

300 yuan, 300 yuan, this money is really easy to earn without any pressure.

After hearing what the young lady said, Tan was happy to be a Muggle.

Even though the identity of the other party is public, there is actually a sign?

"Well, thank you."

Tan Huanxi resisted the urge to curse and politely bowed to the young lady to thank her, looking like a gentleman.

"Daddy, is the CIA such an open department?" Ding Xiaojia asked inexplicably.

Tan Huanxi had a sullen face, he had no idea.

I originally thought that it would be an exciting joint scene like in the movie, and that I might even encounter the covetousness of agents from other countries...

But he never expected that the other party's CIA was actually a public office, and it was also listed.

"Xiaojia, have you forgotten what I said? We are on a secret mission. Look more, listen more, think more, think more..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, godfather, I forgot." Ding Xiaojia hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.

As for the other two tool men, they were also confused at this time.

They have never had any contact with the world's intelligence giant, the CIA, and are completely unfamiliar with it.

The elevator went to the third floor and opened the door. A very eye-catching sign was placed next to the elevator room.

"Lighthouse CIA office, please walk 10 meters to the left 301, thank you."

There is also an eye-catching sign on the concierge of 301: "CIA Overseas Office."

This seems a little different from the secret joint I imagined...

"Dong dong dong." Tan Huanxi started knocking on the door.

"Oh, please come in, the door is unlocked." A slightly deep voice of a middle-aged man came from inside.

Tan Huanxi opened the door carefully. After all, there was a famous CIA agent inside.

"Excuse me, is this the CIA of the Lighthouse Country?" Tan Huanxi carefully confirmed again.

And, to prevent accidents, his hand had already touched the pistol in his pocket.

The other party noticed Tan Huanxi's movements immediately, but he was not nervous.

Those who had come into contact with the CIA for the first time were so nervous. In fact, they were also a very kind department...

"Oh, of course, my friend, please come in and talk. This is the CIA office in Lighthouse Country. Don't be nervous. I am Agent Tom, and here is my ID."

With that said, Agent Tom gently placed his work permit in Tan Huanxi's hand.

"Sir, I believe that no one here would dare to impersonate the name of our CIA, so you can rest assured.

If you are worried, you can also ask someone to verify it. "

Tom has seen too many such things, and has formed his own set of templated solutions.

Tan Huanxi hesitated and told him the secret code for the joint that Feng Yun had given him.

"Chicken stewed with mushrooms?"

The other party was obviously stunned after hearing this, and then said in very fluent Chinese: "Mushrooms are not spicy."

It wasn't until the other party matched the code that Tan Huanxi put his heart into his stomach.

Tan Huanxi never expected that the CIA, a world-renowned intelligence organization, would have such a... bold style.

"Mr. Tom, with all due respect, aren't you afraid of doing things in public like this..."

Tom smiled: "Sir, you are worrying too much. There is nothing here that the CIA cannot handle."

His words were filled with incomparable confidence.

There is no way, this is the self-confidence possessed by the world's only two superpowers.

The KGB was even wilder than the CIA.

There is no way, whether it is warlords or local politicians, who in the world dares to offend these two top rogue countries?

"Agent Tom, I am Tan Huanxi from Crow Products, and I am also the salesperson for this transaction. The task assigned by our boss Feng Yun this time..."

"Hello, Mr. Qin, this time, we have brought 100 anti-ballistic missiles. The missiles are at the base of the Seventh Fleet and can be transported here in a few days at most.

The selling price of each missile is 1,000 million US dollars, and the effective defense radius is 100 kilometers. As for giving you a commission on all Crow products, we will still follow the old rules.

1,000% of 10 million, which is 900 million. For each missile, you have to pay us 900 million US dollars.

As for what your selling price is, it is your ability to sell it high, and we will never interfere.

After our testing, the effectiveness in intercepting ballistic missiles equipped with the same batch of chips can reach over 90%..."

It has to be said that at this stage, the military strength and technological level of the Lighthouse Country are indeed strong.

Although it has to be said that there are some small tricks of cheating, the ability of this missile to hit missiles is indeed world-class.

When Tan Huanxi heard the 90% interception rate, he frowned slightly.

With such a high interception rate, there won't be many products sold.

"Mr. Tom, I would like to ask, is there any way to reduce the interception rate? For example, so that the missile does not have to be so accurate?" Tan Huanxi immediately became possessed by the profiteer and asked his own question.

"What, reduce the interception rate of missiles?" Tom heard this in disbelief.

The military has been increasing the interception rate, but the seller asked himself to lower the interception rate?

However, based on the concept that the customer is God, Tom said truthfully: "Yes, there is a radar search module that can search for the movement trajectory of the same source chip. If this module is turned off, the interception rate will be less than 30%... …”