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Chapter 224 Don't Panic, I Have the Advantage
"Mr. He, we are from the Davari clan, can't we have some real feelings for each other?"

"I really won't talk about money this time!" Li Yunfei explained.

His words surprised Mr. He and Zhang Shaozhong, but they soon felt relieved and even a little relieved.

After all, who doesn’t like to have a younger generation with a genuine character around?

But after Li Yunfei arrived at the guesthouse and found Sergei, he started talking to him about psychological warfare again.

This time, the two of them hit it off as if they had known each other for a long time, as if they had met soulmates.

Sergey even took notes and asked questions humbly. Before leaving, he took out a red envelope and was about to put it into Li Yunfei's pocket.

"Dawali, you are our true friend. Please accept this small token of respect."

"Dawali, we are friends, and friends don't talk about money!"

Sergei smiled and said, "Davri, what are you talking about? Public money, can that be called money?"

"This is a check for 500 million US dollars. Don't worry, it comes from a clean source. We don't cheat our friends."

It can be said that he has a pretty good understanding of the ways of the flower growers.

Just like the red envelopes given by elders during the Chinese New Year, although Li Yunfei refused many times, he finally let Sergey put the red envelope into his pocket.

He found Mr. He and Zhang Shaozhong with some disappointment, and put the red envelope in his pocket in front of them.

"Mr. He, you win."

"Although I refused, Sergey still handed me a check for $500 million."

"I'm just a messenger, Director, you should keep the money."

"The other party gave me an excuse I couldn't refuse. It was public money. Can that be called money?"

Zhang Shaozhong picked up the red envelope, took out the check, took a look at it, and put it back, saying, "Boy, you should keep the money. It's too hot for me to handle."

"Five million dollars. I can't explain it to the upper game, and I can't explain it to my wife."

"With my status, if it's not money issued by the government, can it be called money?"

Li Yunfei was stunned for a moment after listening to the director's words, and then he laughed.

He did not refuse and directly put the red envelope away. The director was right, the red envelope was indeed hot in his hands.

And there is no way to explain it. Even if I explain it, no one will probably believe it.

A month later.

Sergei boarded the cargo ship back home with Li Yunfei's sincere blessings, as well as more sincere 100,000 motorcycles and small planes, 50,000 tons of colored steel tiles and 200 tons of counterfeit currency.

Ermao's Kisman finally got the information he wanted when loading the ship.

She really didn't expect that Damao's special mission this time was to purchase tens of thousands of tons of colored steel tiles.

What use can these colored steel tiles be on the battlefield?

In addition to colored steel tiles, the other party also purchased a large number of small aircraft of unknown models.

Kisman looked at the information he had collected and thought about it for a long time, but he still couldn't come up with any clues.

She had no choice but to take her people back to the country and report the situation.

On the Eastern European battlefield, the fighting situation became much more intense due to the addition of small swarm drones.

Ermao, which was originally at a disadvantage, has achieved some results in the local battlefield after purchasing 200,000 small swarm drones from the Eagle Sauce.

This made Zelishenko's originally depressed mood much better, and even his tone towards Kisman became much softer.

"Tens of thousands of unknown small planes and tens of thousands of tons of colored steel tiles. Is this the information you brought back?"

"Are all your intelligences true?" Zelishenko asked with a frown. Kisman explained, "Commander-in-chief, I guarantee with my entire fortune that they are absolutely true."

"I didn't find out the models of those tens of thousands of small planes, but my informant saw the tens of thousands of tons of colored steel tiles with his own eyes."

"In addition, they also pulled a batch of goods from the printing factory, but the quantity was not large, only a few hundred tons."

Zelishenko did not say anything, but flipped through the information provided by the Eagle Sauce. He frowned for a long time, and finally felt relieved.

"So that's it, I understand, I understand everything!"

"Ms. Kisman, thank you for your hard work. Your intelligence is indeed true. The information Eagle Sauce gave me is similar to yours." Zelishenko said with a smile.

Kisman looked at his commander-in-chief and felt vaguely uneasy.

She couldn't help but ask, "Commander-in-chief, do you know everything?"

"Small swarm drones are indeed very useful on the front lines. Those tens of thousands of unknown small aircraft should be the small swarm drones purchased by Russia."

"Damn the Eagles, I originally thought that the goods they provided me would be high-tech products, but I didn't expect them to be OEM goods!" Zelishenko couldn't help but curse.

Da Mao used a small swarm of drones, and soon the damaged wreckage was seized by Er Mao.

After their military experts disassembled and analyzed the drone, they came to the conclusion that the small swarm drones provided by the United States cannot be said to be exactly the same as those of Russia, but they can be said to be exactly the same.

Even the watermark on the chip has not been worn off, and the square Chinese characters on it are so obvious that they cannot be more obvious.

Kisman was stunned for a moment after hearing the news. She was in Huadun and had been feeling vaguely uneasy since she saw the Eagle importing a large number of small swarm drones.

Now it seems that it is exactly as I guessed.

"Commander-in-Chief, how much are the swarm drones that Eagle Sauce provided us?"

"Two hundred thousand aircraft, four billion U.S. dollars, the unit price is twenty thousand U.S. dollars," said Zelishenko.

Kisman's heart began to bleed wildly at this moment: "Commander-in-chief, isn't this too dark for Eagle Sauce?"

"This small swarm drone is only sold for 3000 US dollars by Huadun Factory!"

"Miss Kisman, don't say anything that will affect our relationship with Eagle Sauce."

"We don't have money, but we're lucky to have some. We have 200,000 small swarm drones. Even if we're big, we've purchased tens of thousands of them this time, in addition to the 50,000 we bought previously."

"The front line has a small swarm of drones. We are outnumbered and the advantage is on my side!"

"As long as we can win, everything will be fine. We can't fall out now. The Eagle Sauce still has 100,000 small swarm drones that have not been delivered." At this time, Zelishenko changed his role and started to persuade.

Kisman was stunned for a moment, and could only swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

Everything is difficult without money. Even if you are cheated, you can only bear it.

"Commander-in-chief, where are those colored steel tiles?"

"All of Russia's heavy industry is used for military production, and it is no longer able to produce colored steel tiles for civilian use."

"They can no longer hold on in this war. I have the advantage on the battlefield!" Zelishenko explained with a smile.

Apart from this, he could no longer find a suitable reason for Damao's behavior.

Although Kisman felt something was wrong, he didn't say it.

Zelishenko smiled and said: "Don't panic, Kisman girl, the advantage is on me, if I guessed correctly."

"The several hundred tons of goods they ordered from the printing factory should be the white flag. They are ready to surrender."

Kisman smiled and left his commander-in-chief's office with a helpless look on his face. Although his commander-in-chief's analysis was indeed very reasonable, judging from the contact between Huadun and Sergei, the other party looked arrogant and did not seem to be preparing for surrender.

At the same time that Sergei brought the things back to his country, the Eagle Sauce also sent the remaining 100,000 small swarm drones to Eastern Europe in batches.

(End of this chapter)