Scholars in the courtyard.

Chapter 2924 The Pharaoh Who's Going to Cause Trouble

After mentally preparing himself, Mr. Chen looked at the plan in his hand again.

West-to-East Gas Pipeline!

Ever since I heard this word from Yang Xiaotao, these four words have haunted my mind like a nightmare.

After discussing this matter with Qing Lao and the others, everyone shared the same understanding of these four characters.

A contribution that benefits the present and future generations!
However, everyone could see the hardships involved.

Anything that can benefit future generations is quite difficult.

For example, Qin Shi Huang built the Great Wall.

For example, Emperor Yang of Sui built the Grand Canal.

for example…

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Old Chen patted his forehead.

"have a bee in one's bonnet!"

Old Chen muttered something, then shook off all that nonsense in his mind.

Regardless of whether anyone objects, he genuinely wants to do this.

But who should do it?
This thing can't just be patted on the butt and done with by itself.

Someone needs to take charge!

We need someone to help us!

"First Ministry of Machine Building?"

Old Chen tapped his fingers on the table, thinking of the person who could carry out this task.

Then he thought of the First Ministry of Machine Building, but then shook his head.

The Ministry of Machine Building may seem huge, with factories under its jurisdiction and a large number of employees, but it is precisely because of this size that they appear bloated, like fat people, and have difficulty moving around.

The tunnel boring machine project has encountered many obstacles, and so far, a stable industrial chain has not been formed.

Moreover, the First Ministry of Machine Building focused more on basic machinery. If the First Ministry of Machine Building were to undertake this task, it is estimated that even without his request, the people in the First Ministry of Machine Building would refuse.

What about the Second Ministry of Machine Building?

Old Chen continued counting, then shook his head.

Forget about the Second Ministry of Machine Building.

The Third Ministry of Machine Building, the Fourth Ministry of Machine Building...

As he counted from two to seven, Old Chen could only shake his head repeatedly.

Then, the focus shifts to the Ninth Machine Department, skipping over the Eighth Machine Department.

His gaze sharpened, then he shook his head.

The Ninth Ministry of Machinery Industry might be able to make it, but does it have the spare capacity?

Moreover, he didn't want to put any more pressure on the Ninth Ministry of Machinery Industry; one shipbuilding project was enough to cause them trouble!
Thinking this way, Old Chen couldn't find a suitable department to carry out this task.

Snapped!
I'm extremely annoyed!

So he got up and walked outside.

However, in Old Chen's heart, this mission became more and more resolute.

The more difficult something is to do, the more necessary it becomes!
The more necessary it is to do.

……

Two days later, Faisal arrived in Beijing by private jet, and under Yang Xiaotao's hospitality, the two sides quickly finalized the agreement.

As agreed, Faisal, the party in charge, was to prepare $300 million worth of oil within one year and ship it to China.

Party B's nine departments need to pay a deposit of US$100 million in advance, and pay all the remaining amount after all the oil has arrived in China!
To show his sincerity, Faisal even raised the penalty for breach of contract to the maximum.

Tenfold compensation.

Yang Xiaotao naturally agreed, and Faisal had no objections either.

Both parties agreed and signed the document.

Two copies were made, and the cooperation was reached.

Faisal then left by plane with one hundred million dollars, but he did not go straight back to his hometown. Instead, he flew to France, where the oil tanker needed to be properly arranged.

Otherwise, if something goes wrong, he'll lose a lot of money.

After Faisal left, Yang Xiaotao signed another agreement with Alfat, with similar terms, except that Alfat's price was lower, only $1.50 per barrel.

This could be seen as a gesture of goodwill from Mosidov, for which Yang Xiaotao felt only gratitude.

With the oil purchase deal concluded and Li Shengli's help in acquiring shares in the oil company, Yang Xiaotao's life returned to its previous busy routine!
It's strange, really. I was busy with oil-related matters a while ago, but I didn't feel like I had a lot to do. I even had time to read a book.

Now that the loan funds have arrived, the Ninth Department is no longer as tense as before, but there are even more things to deal with.

in the office.

Liu Lixue placed a stack of documents on the table. Yang Xiaotao glanced at them and instinctively wanted to suggest giving them to Lao Li.

But as the words were about to come out, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to have any legitimate reason!

That's when I realized why I was getting busier and busier at work!

There was no other way but to pick up the documents and get to work.

At this moment, Yang Xiaotao felt nostalgic for the days when Liu Huaimin was around.

Back then, I wouldn't have had to be so busy.

I review documents in the morning, read a book during my lunch break, and visit the research institute in the afternoon.

If there's a meeting, I'll show my face there.

With the year-end approaching, there were some matters that required him and Li Hongfeng to preside over.

He is required to attend certain events and drinking parties, just to demonstrate his attitude and stance.

While Yang Xiaotao was repeating his monotonous and tedious work, two events began to cause turmoil in the international community.

One thing, naturally, is the joint announcement.

Even though more than a month has passed, this thing still seems unbelievable.

Twenty years ago, the two sides were fighting to the death in a tiny place.

How did we end up together twenty years later?

When the news spread, even many places couldn't believe it.

Even now, some people still believe it was a conspiracy by China.

But when the second thing spread, even the most skeptical person had no choice but to believe it.

Even if it's just a private loan, a two billion dollar loan still carries significant implications.

This isn't just talk; this is real action!
Just as the international situation was changing, Mosidov of Persia received a special guest.

In the bright hall, Mosidov, dressed simply, sat to one side, smiling and chatting with the old man in front of him.

The old man wore a long white robe, had a thick, gray beard on his chin, and his face bore the marks of time.

The old man's full name is Mohammed El-Shivi. He comes from the Pharaoh's country and used to work at the Union office. After retiring, he took charge of the country's education work and often traveled near the Red Sea to provide relief to disaster victims.

Therefore, he enjoyed a very high reputation not only in the Pharaoh's Kingdom, but also in this entire region.

When he was young, he also visited the family with his father.

In front of this old man, I am just a junior.

This unexpected visit left him somewhat bewildered. However, since the person had come, they were a guest, and there was no reason to neglect them.

As the host, Mosidov still arranged the meeting.

"Mr. Sevier, you are very welcome. I would love for you to stay a few more days so I can show you around..."

Mosidov extended a warm invitation, while Sevier simply maintained a humble smile, saying, "Mosidov, thank you for your hospitality!"

"I am deeply honored!"

The old man's voice was hoarse and withered, and a look of reminiscence appeared on his face. "I remember the last time I came here was ten years ago. What I saw here back then was disorder, a backward order!"

"Outdated thinking, outdated culture, and blind eyes!"

Sevi began to sigh, then looked at Mosidov, "Back then, I never imagined you, Mosidov, could come this far! Nor did I expect the surprises your presence would bring!"

Mosidov just smiled, knowing full well that he had been forced into this situation by others!

If no one had forced him, he would probably still be a stay-at-home dad right now!
"Mosidov, you did a great job!"

Mosidov remained calm. In response to the old man's words, he simply took a deep breath and then said indifferently, "Sir, everything I have done is for our ancient nation!"

"And one country has greatly inspired my thinking in making all of this possible!"

Sevier nodded. "You mean China, right?"

Mosidov nodded. "Yes, that's it!"

Sevier's eyes flickered. "I heard you have a good relationship with them?"

Mosidov nodded. This was no secret in this desert, and there was no need to hide it.

“I know some of them, and they have given me a lot of help. We have a pretty good relationship.”

Siv nodded, his expression remaining calm, but he knew in his heart that the relationship between Persia and China was quite good, practically inseparable.

They bought a lot of good things from China.

Especially weapons like airplanes and tanks. Mosidov was able to rise from a minor nobleman to the pinnacle of power in Persia because of the fighting prowess of his men.

The reason they were able to fight against the dynasty supported by the United States was because of the weapons provided by China.

The United States could only compensate for the lack of quality with sheer numbers of those powerful aircraft.

Those armored vehicles that can move quickly even in the desert, would be even more elusive with guerrillas, not to mention the enemy's missiles.

In conclusion, Mosidov's success today is largely due to its distant 'Eastern friends'.

Now, China has even opened factories in Persia, and the two sides have a very close relationship.

"I will go and see for myself in my lifetime, to see if it is as vibrant as they say!"

Mosidov laughed and said, "Then you should go sooner, because it's so big that it will take a long time to see everything!"

After saying that, the two of them laughed.

The two sides then began a friendly conversation, and only after they had probed enough did Sevier say, "I've come here on Mr. Sartre's behalf, hoping to maintain good relations with your side."

Mosidov remained expressionless, but he understood the other party's purpose.

After Satya Nadella came to power in the Pharaoh's Kingdom, he began to carry out sweeping military reforms and strengthened ties with the alliance, purchasing weapons and equipment from them on multiple occasions.

Furthermore, it has continuously courted and even allied with neighboring countries, exerting a profound influence in the desert region.

The significant increase in domestic military strength has put the desert camels on the other side on a lot of tension.

Now that they've come here, they're probably seeking cooperation.

Mosidov understood this perfectly well.

“Mr. Sevier, I support Mr. Sartre’s policy direction, which has made a significant contribution to maintaining local stability.”

Mosidov also formally made his stance clear, expressing goodwill.

After waiting for Mosidov to finish speaking, Shivi felt more confident and then changed the subject, saying, "But our people are still living in dire straits."

"Our children want to go to school and have a better life, but they can't get it."

Sevier's voice rose, his gaze fixed on Mosidov, "The nation's vital economic resources are being held in the hands of a bunch of vile parasites. Our people are still being exploited and oppressed. Our country has no hope."

"Blue lotuses cannot bloom in barren land!"

"Mosidov, we need to unite and make a difference in this world."

Sevier said firmly, and then stood up from his seat, saying in a very seductive tone, "The land of the desert belongs to the desert people."

"Everything in the desert will surely belong to the desert people."

"Mosidov, we must unite and use the most powerful weapons to change the world."

Mosidov's heart trembled.

He already understood the other party's plan.

Clearly, the previous three failures did not discourage them; in fact, they were plotting even greater ambitions.

“Mr. Sylvie, I am very willing to cooperate with you, both spiritually and intellectually, to change this foggy world.”

"But, I'm sorry, we Persians have just undergone a rebirth from the ashes, and the new saplings still need careful nurturing."

“Under these circumstances, we do not wish to get involved. Please convey to Mr. Sartre that we hope he can understand our predicament.”

Sevi sat quietly to the side and listened to Mosidov finish speaking, sighing inwardly.

If their actions can gain the support of Persia, they can then attack from both the east and the west, not only washing away their shame but also seizing the opportunity to gain even greater benefits.

Unfortunately, the other party did not agree.

It can only be said that Mosidov was a mediocre person.

Sylvie was disappointed, but she didn't show it.

He slowly returned to his seat, this time revealing a different purpose for his visit.

"If that's the case, then it's truly a pity!"

"However, we would like to ask you for a favor."

Sevier said seriously, her eyes carrying a warning.

Mosidov straightened up slightly, then said in a solemn tone, "Sir, please speak."

"If it's something I can do, I will definitely help."

"it is good!"

Xiwei responded, then solemnly said, "We need to purchase a batch of Chinese weapons."

"This is the order."

"We hope you can help us contact the other party and complete the transaction as soon as possible."

After saying that, he placed the order on the table.

After hearing this, Mosidov felt that the task was far too simple.

Moreover, providing the other side with weapons and ammunition would not only be a psychological burden for him, but could also be considered "indirect support," thus gaining him a good reputation.

"no problem!"

Mosidov glanced at the contents of the order; the price was reasonable, and he had no reason to refuse.

Moreover, he believed that China would not let this good opportunity slip by.

"Thank you very much."

You're welcome.

(End of this chapter)