Rebirth of the Rising Sun

Although Zhao Lirong said all this with a smile, her meaning was still clearly expressed, especially that sentence, which would make people feel very unhappy, and it would make people feel a trembling feeling in their hearts.

"Chairman Zhao, if you can do me this favor, I will make appropriate concessions in the next negotiations. What do you think?" Alwaleed Aqid was still unwilling to give up. He started talking about business and brought up the matter of Bai Caixia.

Tonight, Zhao Lirong and Prince Alwaleed Al-Aqid appeared together in the manor of Mayor Wilner. It was not such a coincidence. It would not be such a big honor just for Wilner's daughter Anne's birthday. The reason they came was because they had business to discuss. The topic was the joint development of oil in the Middle East. In the Middle East, the influence of Saudi Prince Alwaleed Al-Aqid was quite large.

When Zhao Lirong heard that Alwaleed Alqid was going to threaten her with the oil business, a trace of displeasure immediately appeared on her face. "Prince Alqid, please be careful with your wording. Don't talk to me about anything in an exchange tone. Also, business is business, and favors are favors. They can't be confused. Don't you know that this is the rule of business? Well, I'm very tired. Alina, please entertain Prince Alqid for me. I want to go back and rest with my son."

"Yes, Chairman." Alina nodded respectfully, then waved her hand, and seven or eight big men came over and separated Prince Alwaleed Alqid and Zhao Lirong and the others.

"Chairman Zhao, you can tell me whatever you want. We can discuss anything." Aqid still had a glimmer of hope. In his opinion, as long as the price is high, there is nothing that cannot be bought.

But at this time, Zhao Lirong had already bent down and entered her car. Standing outside the car was Feng Sizhe who opened the door for his mother. "Okay, Prince Aqid, if you really want to get Miss Bai, then take action. Remember, only if you show your sincerity can you have a chance to succeed. I wish you good luck." After saying this, Feng Sizhe lowered his head and entered the car.

"Give your heart?" Prince Alwaleed Al-Aqd, who was blocked by a group of bodyguards, lowered his head and thought, he seemed to understand something.

In order to give the mother and son more space, Bai Caixia did not ride in the same car with Zhao Lirong, and only Feng Sizhe accompanied her mother. Zhao Lirong also heard what he shouted at Alwaleed Aqid just now. Now that there was no one else in the car, she asked, "Bai Caixia is such a good girl, why don't you give her a chance?"

"Mom, you also know what your son's ambition is. For me, my emotional life is already very fulfilling. I can no longer bring happiness to other people. It is because I am doing this for her good that I cannot give her a chance. She should have her own happy life, right?"

As a mother, Feng Sizhe's answer is understandable. Her son is so outstanding that he has always been surrounded by beautiful girls. Even Elena loved her son before, but because they couldn't be together, this idea gradually faded. But even so, Feng Sizhe already has five close friends in China, which is enough for an official. It is even a very dangerous thing. If it continues to develop, it is very likely to cause trouble.

"Hey, even if you don't like her, you can't push her to Aqid. This man's personal lifestyle was very problematic in the past." Zhao Lirong thought about it and asked again.

"Mom, you don't understand this. There is an old saying in our country that a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold. I mean people like Aqid. I can feel that he really loves Bai Caixia. I can feel it from his eyes. Maybe when they are really together, this prince will change. Besides, as far as I know, Alwaleed Aqid still has a very high status among Saudi princes, and if we can support him, he has a great hope of competing for the throne of king. Although Saudi Arabia is not very big, the oil reserves there are very rich. If we have this relationship, it will be of great benefit to the future development of Tangsheng International." Feng Sizhe smiled and expressed his thoughts. There was no need to hide any of his thoughts in front of his mother.

"I know you have great ambitions. I even silently supported Mr. Poole of ELS as you said. After our efforts, he will take office as president. I also secretly support YN General Secretary Mendenong, FLB President Kinova and politicians from other countries. Isn't that enough? You still want to set your sights on the Middle East?" Zhao Lirong was very surprised after listening to her son's narration. He really couldn't understand what his son was going to do. In fact, Feng Sizhe's actions had always been something that he, as a mother, couldn't understand.

"No, it's far from enough. The international situation is changing rapidly. If you want to be invincible, you need to have more chips in your hands. Of course, I will still respect Sister Caixia as the first priority, provided that she is willing." Feng Sizhe responded to his mother with a smile. In recent years, although Feng Sizhe has always focused on the country, he has not given up on world affairs. It's just that his current position does not involve some issues, so he can only lie dormant. But once the opportunity comes, he will definitely respond immediately and seize every opportunity. He has been working hard for this secretly.

"Oh, my son has really grown up. Sometimes even mom can't understand him." After all, she still loves her son dearly. Although she doesn't quite understand some things, she believes in her son. She believes that this is a son who is truly working hard for the development and strength of the Republic. This is enough for her. The only person who can make her care in this life is her son, and she is willing to do anything for him.

That night, Feng Sizhe did what a son should do and spent a quiet night with his mother. Even Bai Caixia and Alena did not come to disturb them. Early the next morning, Feng Sizhe returned to the Hilton Hotel. He would never forget what his mission was this time.

After having breakfast at the hotel, Feng Sizhe followed the delegation to the first giant square in Edinburgh, where a seven-day tourism exhibition of various countries and cities will be held.

Because of his good relationship with Li Pinghua, the head of the Republic's delegation, Feng Sizhe was assigned to a good place, where Deputy Mayor Hua Weimei quickly set up a booth with the comrades from Zhuangcheng. An LCD TV played the information about Zhuangcheng's tourist attractions and projects recorded by the Zhuangcheng Propaganda Department. Hua Weimei and others each held a piece of promotional text resource in their hands, which they were responsible for giving to tourists from various countries who came to visit the booth.

Last night, Feng Sizhe was happy. He spent a peaceful night with his mother. They talked a lot, including the Zhao family, and even mentioned Feng Sizhe's father. At that time, Zhao Lirong's face was peaceful, and there was nothing else in her eyes except longing. His mother did not cry, which made Feng Sizhe feel relieved. The dead are gone, and the survivors should live better, which is the greatest comfort to the dead.

Feng Sizhe hardly got any rest the whole night as he had been accompanying his mother the whole time. Now, taking advantage of the opportunity behind the booth, Feng Sizhe leaned back in a chair and closed his eyes to take a rest. With Hua Weimei, Wang Ruihua, Wang Yawen, Hong Ming and others in charge of the front desk, he was still very relieved.

Although the exhibition square was very lively with people coming and going and the noise was constant, Feng Sizhe was really a little sleepy. He had not slept well the whole night, so he could quickly fall asleep leaning on the chair. Until he heard a sudden sound coming from not far away, his eyes instantly widened.

"What the hell is this?" A very pure English voice came, and then a chair on the booth was overturned. Then there were voices of discussion and blame, but most of them were described in Chinese. It can be seen that someone must have appeared and overturned the Republic's booth. To be specific, someone must have come to cause trouble.

Feng Sizhezhe was very surprised that someone would suddenly come here to cause trouble. This was the World City Tourism Expo held by the United Nations, with so many countries and cities participating. How could such a thing happen? Aren't they afraid of being collectively condemned by the public? Puzzled, he stood up from his chair and walked towards the scene of the incident.

There was no need for Feng Sizhe to move forward. Those troublemakers had already arrived in front of the Zhuangcheng booth. Several Republic cities near the Zhuangcheng booth had already been in trouble. The booths made up of several tables had already fallen to the ground, while the booths of other countries not far from them had nothing to do with them. It turned out that these troublemakers were only targeting the Republic booth. It was no wonder why they did not attract accusations from others. The world did not point fingers at us, and people from other countries were the same. They followed the spirit of "minding one's own business and keeping aloof".

"What is this thing? Shaolin Temple? What the hell is this? Come on, smash it down." A burly Englishman over 1.9 meters tall said this while gesturing with his hands. Suddenly, two or three 1.8 meters tall thugs appeared behind him and walked to the Zhuangcheng booth to destroy it.

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