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Chapter 1765 The Fate of a Small Country (Third update, please subscribe)
A Global Express supersonic business jet flies at an altitude of 2 meters, 1.9 times the speed of sound.

Since the advent of the Global Express, it has been very popular among business people from all over the world, especially multinational corporations, which often buy several Global Expresses specifically for business flights. After all, it only takes a few hours to reach any part of the world.

For business elites from all over the world who value time as money, the Global Express is the best means of transportation they know.

The South Pacific Libyan Oil Company is no exception.

Hans was sitting on the plane. The lights in the cabin were dim, with only a reading light above his head casting a soft glow.

Outside the window was an endless night sky, with clouds gleaming silvery in the moonlight. On the table in front of him was a thick stack of documents, with densely packed words and data on the papers looking exceptionally clear under the light. He flipped through the documents gently, his eyes wandering between each line of text, his mind constantly pondering the situation he was about to face.

As a senior staff member in charge of overseas contracts, he is well aware that the work of the Overseas Contracts Department is far more than superficial business negotiations.

It is the vanguard of oil companies' global expansion, and their responsibilities also include collecting intelligence, assessing risks and formulating strategies.

Hans knew very well that the global trade network of oil companies was not just an extension of business, but also a huge intelligence network that could help companies control risks in complex international situations.

At this moment, the information he had in his hands was not only about Libya's oil reserves, mining rights and market prospects, but also included the local political situation, factional struggles and external factors that might affect the company's interests.

He flipped to a detailed file on the target and frowned slightly.

The Chief of Staff of the Armed Forces is an influential political and business figure in Libya with a complicated background. He is not only a member of the royal family, but also has close ties with multiple factions.

Negotiating with such people requires not only precise business acumen but also a deep understanding of the local situation.

"What does he need?"

He closed his eyes and quickly simulated possible conversation scenarios in his mind, thinking about the conditions that the other party might propose and how he should respond.

The most important thing is to give the other party what they need.

A few hours later, the plane slowly landed at Tripoli International Airport. When Hans stepped out of the cabin, he was greeted by a dry, hot wind.

Unlike ordinary passengers who need to go through the customs building for inspection, the oil company's car stopped directly next to the plane. After getting in the car, he quickly crossed the airport and drove to the oil company's office in the city center.

Outside the car window, the streets of Tripoli looked very quiet, with people strolling and drinking coffee there as usual.

But who knows that there is an undercurrent in this country now?

After arriving at the office, Hans had just put down his luggage when someone came to visit him.

"Does anyone want to see me?"

Hans's face was full of confusion, after all, he had just arrived here.

We haven't even settled down here yet, but someone comes to visit us. It's obvious that this is a bit too strange.

The visitor was a middle-aged man, well-dressed and calm. He stated his identity straight away - an agent of the Bureau of Investigation.

That is, the official intelligence personnel.

Hans' heart was moved, but his face showed no emotion.

He didn't know why the other party found him.

"I know why you're here,"

The other party said bluntly:
"But there may be some differences between your choices and our choices. So, we need to reach some consensus."

Now that the other party has revealed their origins, there is nothing to hide.

Hans smiled slightly and said in a calm tone:
"Sir, I don't think there is any disagreement between us. For oil companies, we never care who is in charge of the country, we only care whether our interests can be protected."

He paused and added:
“So, as long as your choices can safeguard the interests of oil, we will support them.”

Hans' answer was not polite, but factual. After all, for the oil companies, they didn't care at all about controlling Libya. All they cared about was oil.

Since the authorities are willing to come forward, the oil companies are happy to have some free time. Of course, sometimes if the authorities are not convenient to come forward, the oil companies don't mind taking action.

Oil is black gold.

It's not just black gold, it's also black money.

Since it's black, it definitely needs some black wrists, that's inevitable.

Therefore, the oil industry has always been a naked business, a place where the strong prey on the weak. It can even be said that it is a collection of all the evils in the world.

Anyone who survives in this business is a survivor, and Hans is a survivor.

He knew very well the rules of how this world worked, and he also knew very well what the intelligence officer in front of him wanted to do.

That's why he chose to cooperate directly, or to obey.

The other party nodded, seemingly not surprised by Hans' answer.

"Yes, our interests are common, and they are all for oil."

Hans responded in agreement:
“That’s exactly why we’re here.”

For oil companies, nothing is more important than oil, and for the country, all its interests in Libya are oil, which is why both parties will cooperate.

The other party continued: "So, we need to communicate and cooperate."

Over the next few hours, the two had an in-depth conversation, with the other providing a lot of inside information about the situation in Libya, including the power struggle within the government, the intervention of external forces, and the distribution of oil resources.

As Hans listened, he quickly analyzed the value of this information in his mind. He gradually realized that the government's concerns did not conflict with the interests of the oil companies, and in some respects they were even highly consistent.

However, when the topic turned to the chaotic situation in Libya, the differences between the two began to emerge. Hans said with a hint of urgency:

"The situation in Libya is already very chaotic. Various forces are ready to make a move and may launch a coup at any time. If we don't contact the possible coup plotters as soon as possible and seize the opportunity, I'm afraid others will get there first. By then, our interests will be difficult to protect."

The reason he came here was to find a suitable opponent, to support him in the debate and to directly participate in the debate, thereby ensuring the interests of the oil company.

This is the simplest way.

Usually for roommates, if the local government does not conform to the interests of the oil companies, the oil companies may even take the initiative to launch a coup, just like when the oil companies destroyed Saudi Arabia.

They simply turned a country into the past. Of course, no one would satirize what the oil companies did. They would only talk about it in an envious tone.

After all, there will never be a winner in this world.

The middle-aged intelligence officer shook his head slightly, his tone calm but firm:

"Mr. Hans, what we need to do is not to launch a coup or participate in a coup. The purpose of a coup is to overthrow the king's rule, and our goal is not to overthrow him, but to help him regain control of the country."

Hans frowned, feeling somewhat disapproving. He leaned back in his chair, crossed his hands over his chest, and said with a questioning tone:

"Not many people support the king, and it can even be said that his rule is already in jeopardy. If we bet on him, the risk is too great. Instead of doing so, it is better to cooperate with a more potential coup party to ensure that our interests are not affected."

The intelligence officer's eyes remained calm, as if he had anticipated Hans's questioning. He leaned forward slightly, speaking in a low but powerful voice:
“It is precisely because there are not many people supporting the king that it is easier for us to control the situation. If we can help him consolidate his power, then he will rely on us even more.

By then, our interests will not only be protected but even further expanded.”

Hans was silent for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He understood the intelligence officers' logic - supporting a weak ruler would indeed allow them to take a greater initiative in future negotiations.

But at the same time, he also knew that such a strategy was full of uncertainty. The king's rule was already shaky, and if their support could not reverse the situation, then the oil companies would be in a passive position.

"But what if the king eventually loses control of the situation?"

Hans looked directly into the intelligence officer's eyes, with a hint of tentativeness in his tone:
“Aren’t we wasting time and resources?”

The intelligence officer smiled slightly, as if he had been prepared for Hans's concerns:

“Mr. Hans, the situation in Libya is chaotic, but it is not out of control.

We will place some key figures around the king, and with proper support, his rule can be stabilized.

Moreover, the authorities will provide necessary assistance behind the scenes. You can rest assured about this.”

Although the intelligence officer said nothing, Hans was able to get a message from his words - there was a high possibility of military intervention.

Military intervention could help maintain the king's rule.

Hans felt a little more at ease. He lowered his head to think for a while, then raised his head and spoke in a more gentle tone:
"So, what exactly is your plan? What do we need to do?"

A hint of approval flashed in the intelligence officer's eyes, and he seemed satisfied with Hans' answer. He nodded, and his tone became more sincere:
"First, we need the oil company to provide funds and resources. In the next operation, we need the oil company to give some cooperation. After all, you have a certain amount of security personnel here."

The oil workers in Libya are not just engineers and workers, but also security personnel, the Black Knights.

Those black knights can play an unexpected role after the right time, especially when a military coup occurs.

After listening to this, Hans gradually became clear-headed. He realized that although the intelligence officer's plan was risky, it was indeed a feasible path. Moreover, if it succeeded, the oil company would play a pivotal role in the future of this country.

"All right,"

Hans finally nodded, with a hint of determination in his tone.
"We can act according to your plan. But I have one condition - we must keep abreast of the latest developments of the situation to ensure that our investment is not wasted."

The intelligence officer smiled with satisfaction and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Hans:

"Of course, Mr. Hans. Our interests are aligned, and cooperation leads to win-win results."

The two held hands together, symbolizing a temporary consensus. Hans was still a little uneasy, but he knew that in this country full of uncertainty, being able to cooperate with official intelligence personnel was the best choice.

The intelligence officer secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that with the support of the oil company, the operation would be much smoother.

After the meeting, Hans stood at the window, looking at the city in the distance, silently thinking about his next move.

He knew that everything had just begun. In the next period of time, Libya would definitely be in turmoil.

There will be a lot of people showing up, but they have no idea that they are just chips in the game.

There is no bargaining chip at all. They are just raising their hands one by one. And they don't even know who they are, but they still think they are the savior of the country.

Thinking of this, Hans couldn't help but sigh:
“Perhaps this is the fate of small nations?”

While sighing, Hans suddenly felt homesick. At least there, he didn't have to be exposed to the most naked and cruel side of things...

(End of this chapter)