Official Immortal

"When will Saddam die?" Sun Shuying felt that this question was a bit weird. Sooner or later he was going to die, so why bother about it?

She didn't know when this person died. There were too many things involved in this person. With the American spleen, it would be impossible for him to die so quickly without squeezing out the surplus value.

Therefore, the time of this person's death is very big, either one month later, or one year later, anyway, it won't be ten years later-anyway, she can be sure that this person will definitely die.

After thinking about it, she replied, "For the specific time, it will involve confidentiality. I can ask someone to ask Major General Zhang Taizhong of the National Strategy Department. His information is still relatively well-informed."

"Zhang Taizhong is a crow's mouth. What is said is not working," Chen Taizhong snorted disdainfully. He still knows this person. "Strategic expert? Strategic foolish expert... It is also called Taizhong. I am ashamed to talk to him. As a team, I have always been correct."

"This is also true," Sister Sun smiled heartily, and after a long laugh, she coughed slightly, "When Saddam will die, I can only know the approximate time. If you want to be specific to the month... go Contact Hua Zixiang."

In terms of intelligence, our country is not as weak as I thought. When Chen Taizhong heard this answer, he nodded slightly, "Hua Zixiang, I'm not in touch anymore, just ask casually."

But since he asked this, how could anyone else take it lightly?

It was noon as soon as he watched. Chen Taizhong called Luo Yaping to arrange the afternoon's affairs. District Mayor Luo had an acquaintance in the Ministry of Science and Technology, and the Director of the Forestry Administration had to face him.

After arranging these things, he came to Prince and wanted to investigate the missed appointment between Catherine and Isha yesterday. Unexpectedly, at a glance, the people in Prince’s company are very busy-this is the feast of the end of the year. Right?

So he didn't even say hello, turned around and left.

And at the moment in the capital, he really has nowhere to go--he could go back to find Tang Yixuan, but he only said to go out in the morning for errands, and he would be back before noon...Isn't it?

After thinking about it, he contacted Xu Chunliang and said that you don't run to the capital often? If you are now in the capital, our brothers will have a drink at noon.

I'm in the capital, Xu Chunliang answered with a smile, eating is no problem, drinking is not good, my buddy is planning to have children, so I will quit smoking and drinking half a year in advance.

"I'm going there, you are also planning to have a political and administrative standing committee?" Chen Taizhong heard quite speechless.

"Why do you say that?" Xu Chunliang laughed at hearing, "But counting the time, it's true...I don't have such a big heart, it's just that the old man is waiting to hug his grandson."

"Shao Guoli went for that. He got married in March," Chen Taizhong replied with a smile.

"He is him, I am me, I don't want to let my child enter officialdom," Xu Chunliang sighed, "My dad didn't go up this time. It stimulated me too much. Some people do things by no means... Most people can’t stand the pressure."

"Does the child have to enter officialdom?" Chen Taizhong was idle and idle, so he talked about a non-existent person.

"Then it depends on whether he has this talent," Xu Chunliang sighed, "In fact, it's good to be a free and easy idler. The officialdom is too tired and too dangerous."

Chen Taizhong chatted again. After hanging up the phone, he called Wei Minghe. Chief Wei immediately said happily, "Oh, you are here, Taizhong, you must sit down at noon... Boss, I have a friend here. Yes, ask for a leave."

It turned out that Chief Xu, who was saddened, was sweeping the snow again, grinning and sweeping. When a friend came, he was naturally rescued. After the two met, he triumphantly said, "The leader doesn't want to let me go, ask Who am I here, I said it was Chen Taizhong, and he stopped talking."

"Isn't it?" Chen Taizhong was a little confused, "I am so famous?"

"He knows Wu Weidong," Wei Minghe replied with a smile, "and if you do that, the movement is a little too loud."

"Co-authoring the capital is not too big," Chen Taizhong smiled and shook his head. Wu Weidong, the son of Lieutenant General Wu Jinzhi, was repaired by him once.

After a while, everyone sat down in a hotel and said they wanted to order. Yin Jinghua called, "Too loyal, you and Sun Shuying ask when Saddam will die?"

"Well, it's pure curiosity, just just ask," Chen Taizhong replied with a smile, and he didn't want the Huang family to know what he was plotting.

"She said you take this matter seriously, and you want Nangong to help you understand," Who is Yin Jinghua? The nose is so good that I can find something out of it, "What do you think?"

"I don't have any ideas," Chen Taizhong chuckled dryly, "I just feel that this guy died early and was overborn."

"Because of the oil shale project?" Yin Jinghua said.

"Yeah," Chen Taizhong also did not deny - it is not necessary, as long as he knows that he is active in establishing oil shale projects, he can guess his mentality, but deliberately concealing it will be a disadvantage.

Jinghua covered the phone’s transmitter and looked sideways at Huang Hanxiang, who was lying next to him, “He admitted, and said that he would die early and overtake him.”

"Give me the phone," Mr. Huang sighed and reached out for the phone, "Then why did you let Saddam die early?"

"Hello, Second Uncle," Chen Taizhong said hello with a smile.

"I'm not good, I twisted my waist two days ago," Huang Hanxiang replied weakly, "I'm doing physical therapy in the hospital."

"Then I will go to see you?" Chen Taizhong hurriedly asked, "I have a little experience in helping people with massage."

"No, it's almost okay." It is true that Huang Hanxiang twisted his waist, but it was only a soft tissue contusion. After physiotherapy for a period of time, it was basically nothing. It is just that as people get older, recovery is slower, in order to avoid sequelae. , I have to do physical therapy every day.

In fact, he was not so squeamish, mainly because of his age. He wanted to hide from others. He was not like this in the past, but in two years, the third child will be in trouble. The old man has said that he is not allowed to promise.

So he rejected Xiao Chen's kindness and asked again, "Don't change the subject, how do you plan to let him die early?"

"I just talked casually," Chen Taizhong replied with a dry smile. After a pause, he realized that he couldn't wait for Huang Erbo's reply, so he could only cough lightly, "I want to try, can I pass my American friends? Apply a little pressure."

"That Jew named Hein, Hamer's assistant?" Huang Hanxiang asked again. Jews and Arabs are natural rivals. The relationship between Iraq and Israel is notoriously tense, and the Jews are very powerful in the United States. .

"Unexpectedly, you even know this," Chen Taizhong sneered again. With Lao Huang's intelligence gathering ability, he can know his relationship with Hein. This is normal, but he can contact Hein about this matter. Top-this imagination is really scary.

"Your answer, there is something wrong," Huang Hanxiang's response was also first-time. After thinking about it, he asked again, "You have no plans to go abroad in the near future?"

"This...really," Chen Taizhong hesitated, telling the truth. In fact, he is also a little irritable. Old Huang, do you feel so sensitive, interesting?

Of course, his explanation should follow up as soon as possible, "Our ramie export is currently developing a bit slow. I plan to participate in fashion weeks in Europe and America. One is to learn from experience and the other is to promote products."

"As soon as your product is promoted, maybe it will be promoted to Iraq?" Huang Hanxiang snorted, "Fashion week is just after the Chūn Festival, I know this."

"Iraq...that won't," Chen Taizhong resolutely denied, "the clothing styles there are relatively simple, and the war is raging, I am timid and afraid of death."

"You are timid, you don't have the courage," Huang Hanxiang was a little bit dumbfounded, then he snorted and said without hesitation, "You don't want to go abroad recently."

"This... okay," Chen Taizhong hesitated and agreed decisively, saying that buddies can go out with the wheels of the plane, can you stop me?

Promised so happy? Huang Hanxiang intuitively felt that there was a problem, so he said again, "Don't interfere with Saddam's affairs...no matter from any angle."

Mr. Huang had always been a little skeptical of Chen Taizhong's ability. He didn't know what Xiao Chen could do, but he had a subconscious mind in his heart, thinking that if the little guy was really serious, he might get rid of Saddam.

"You really misunderstood me," Chen Taizhong yelled, sounding wronged. "Even if I go abroad, I can't go to Iraq... I am not going abroad, what else can I do?"

"In March, April at the latest, the project will be approved," Huang Hanxiang confessed to him, "Don't make any small actions, how should that guy die, when should he die, all aspects are involved, some are popular, let's not affect the overall situation. ."

"At the latest in April~www.wuxiaspot.com~That's great," Chen Taizhong laughed, "Then I go back to prepare?"

"You can prepare now," Huang Hanxiang sighed speechlessly, "Remember, don't mess around."

"Come to my house to have a bar in the evening, I will give you scrambled eggs?" Chen Taizhong is really too happy, this project is completed, he came to Beijing to complete more than half of the task.

"Well, this is good," Huang Hanxiang snorted and pressed the phone.

However, Chen Taizhong was stunned there-the co-authors don't need to go abroad or get rid of the goods, can they get the oil shale project before April?

This is really a surprise, but I don't know why, he always feels that if he hadn't gotten Saddam out of his ability, this project might not be so easy to land.

Wei Minghe raised his hand to touch him, eyes full of envy, "Lao Huang is going to you again at night?"

"What old Huang, it's Mr. Huang," Chen Taizhong gave him a glance, then raised his eyelids, "Waiter, order!" (To be continued.)