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"I'm laughing at you that you are facing a disaster, but you don't even know it. You foolishly think that with your family's little strength, you can withstand American planes and artillery!"

"Is your news information really so slow?"

"The United States has begun to gather troops to attack you. How will the eggs be destroyed when the nest is overturned?"

“The entire country of Iraq will cease to exist, let alone your Kurdish family!”

When Badimu heard this, he opened his mouth and stared at Li Jin in front of the screen.

The voice also became a little abnormal due to the horror in his heart.

"Then...so what? After all, our Kurdish family can move to other capitals."

"Hahaha!" Li Jin suddenly laughed loudly when he heard this.

Batimu looked a little angry, but he was able to suppress his anger.

Even the translator beside him couldn't help but look at him in surprise.

This was the first time that Bartimu didn't get angry when faced with such a provocation.

"Li, that's enough, what do you want to say?" Batimu scolded sternly.

"I'm laughing. You don't know that we in China have a saying, which is to prepare for a rainy day and be prepared for danger in times of peace!"

"At this juncture, don't you still hold on to the illusion that the United States will show its favor to you?"

After Li Jin finished speaking, Batimu's expression gradually became silent.

Although he said nothing, the hand on the armrest of the sofa was clenched into a fist.

Obviously, he is not so optimistic about all this.

It can even be said that he has been anxious since the news came out from the United States that it was going to suppress Iraq.

The Kurdish family's biggest asset is its local oil exploration rights.

To put it more bluntly, only the Kurdish family staying here can protect the family's wealth.

Although if that doesn't work, they can leave the country like other elites.

But once they leave, the wealth no longer belongs to them and will be plundered by American capital.

After a while, Badimu came back to his senses and looked at Li Jin again.

"Li, even if things go as you said, you China are not qualified to intervene in this matter, so what can you do to help me?"

Seeing that Bartimu finally got to the point, Li Jin raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Judging from the current situation, the United States may start taking action at any time, maybe in a few days, maybe in a few weeks."

"If you, the Kurdish family, want to protect your wealth, you can only stay at home!"

"How about this, we can cooperate. As for me, I need your oil exports."

"In return, I can promise to provide you with some help."

"For example, after your domestic economy is plundered, how about I help the Kurdish family control the entire region's oil export methods and export control?"

After hearing this, Bartim thought for a moment and then said: "There are only two export channels for crude oil in Iraq, the north and the south."

"The export of crude oil transported by pipeline is in the north and is currently not under the control of our Kurdish family."

"The south side is controlled by the local official department, and there are large shipping ports there."

"If our Kurdish family can control these three transportation channels, we can truly control the entire domestic oil export."

"But this is a very difficult task. Are you sure you can help us?"

Li Jin raised his hand and touched his chin, smiled and said slowly: "As you said, this is indeed a very huge project, but it is not impossible to complete."

"Just to put it into practice, I will definitely pay some price, so what I ask for is not just as simple as what I just said."

When Badimu heard this, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "Then what else do you want?"