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Chapter 101 Ambassador to Ethiopia
Listening to Cheng Mu's words, Hunter put his legs on the table and curled his lips.

Then he said very bluntly: "The interests between us are not bound together deeply enough."

In response, Cheng Mu nodded slightly.

He knew very well that what Hunter said about the lack of depth in the interests was not entirely Dao Le's fault.

It can even be said that rice knives only account for a small part of it.

What's more important is that both sides must stand in the same camp and become grasshoppers on the same line.

One glory and one glory.

Cheng Mu himself knew that this could not be accomplished in a short period of time, so he raised the red wine in his glass and said with a smile: "Then let us look forward to this day coming sooner."

Hunter also raised his glass and nodded.

As if he felt that his words were too straightforward, he added: "I definitely can't give you what you want for the time being, but if it's better than what you have now, I think Ethiopia really needs it."

A feeling of joy surged in Cheng Mu's heart. There were not many things that could cause him to have emotional fluctuations, and arms were definitely one of them.

As he spoke, Hunter stood up, patted Cheng Mu on the shoulder, then walked to a cabinet nearby and took out a heavy wooden box.

Just by looking at the wood grain on the box, Cheng Mu could tell that the contents inside were definitely of great value.

Everything was just as Cheng Mu expected. Hunter opened the wooden box and saw cigars neatly arranged inside.

In terms of value alone, this box of cigars is probably worth no less than one million dollars.

"This is my treasure and my personal gift to you."

"You're right up my alley. If you had Anglo-Saxon blood in you, we'd definitely fucking elect you President of the United States."

Hearing this, Cheng Mu couldn't help but want to laugh.

The President of the United States sounds awesome.

In fact, it is not as good as a few hairs of the Emperor of Black Continent.

The US President still needs the votes from Nig, and Cheng Mu can turn Nig into a vote.

After chatting with General Hunter for a few more words, Cheng Mu left the house.

In three days, the United Nations General Assembly will open, and Cheng Mu needs to make preparations in advance.

Cheng Mu estimated that the rapeseed people might send one of their lackeys to bite him.

The specific way of biting was to use extremely fierce and sharp words to criticize himself and the C-NM government at the United Nations General Assembly.

As long as they respond inappropriately, they can plant a seed in the minds of the people: the C-NM government is actually a warmongerer and an anti-human extremist organization.

Don't underestimate this method of peaceful evolution. The rapeseed people are the best at it.

They have destroyed the faith of many countries in the world and broken the backbone of many countries through peaceful evolution.

Moreover, they are also very cautious in preventing peaceful evolution.

For example, Doraemon is a cartoon for children.

In some scenes, the characters in the animation used chopsticks, but after the film was released in the United States, it became the classic American tableware, knives and forks.

What's even more exaggerated is that the currency used in many cartoons was originally Japanese yen, but after arriving in the United States, it became rice dollars, and they were even converted well.

Peaceful evolution is so terrifying.

They won't tell you how much effort they put into corrupting other countries in this world.

They are like poisonous snakes hiding in the shadows, suddenly giving you a fatal blow. When you react, you will find that the entire country's ideology has become someone else's.

Cheng Mu slowly put aside his thoughts, took a deep breath, and began to think of countermeasures silently in his mind.

He has always been good at logical thinking and oral skills.

If the rapeseed people just want to use this point to make trouble for him, I'm afraid he won't do as they wish.

After Cheng Mu left the room, General Hunter called Commissioner Smith into his room.

Looking at Smith, who was not very smart, standing in front of him, Hunter no longer had the easy-going attitude he had when he was with Cheng Mu.

His expression was full of the majesty of a superior, and he slowly said, "I didn't expect that in a place like Ethiopia, you would live a different life."

Smith stood straight and shuddered, "It's all thanks to the boss's cultivation."

Hunter sniffed and said, "Since you have been performing quite well recently, I decided to give you a promotion."

Promotion?

Hearing this, Smith felt a great sense of panic in his heart.

During this period of time, he studied with Cheng Mu and learned a few things through osmosis.

General Hunter said he was going to promote him, but in the end it wasn't just a promotion in name only, right?

With my current position as a general of the Ethiopian garrison, I cannot change it even if I am offered the position of a fucking congressman!

Smith hesitated, trying to explain to General Hunter that he was doing a good job and did not need a promotion, and that he should leave the opportunity to those who needed it.

But when he thought of his wife and children who stayed in the United States, he couldn't say the words.

Hunter looked at Smith's reaction and snorted.

"Ethiopia is still short of an ambassador, so go ahead."

When Smith heard Hunter mention the position of ambassador to Ethiopia, he was stunned at first, and then he felt as happy as if he had drunk a bottle of iced cola in the middle of summer.

It has to be Coca-Cola.

Smith's voice was trembling with excitement. "Sir, is this true?"

Hunter looked incredulous, "Do you fucking think I called you over here to make fun of you?"

Hunter really wanted to add, I really don’t know which idiot promoted you to this position.

But thinking that although Smith was a waste, he was still his subordinate, he finally swallowed the words.

As for Smith, he had looked at Hunter with a wary look just now, but now his eyes were full of gratitude.

The ambassador to Ethiopia and the general of a US military base may sound similar, but the power they carry is on a different level.

Judging from the current institutional situation in the United States, if the ambassador is capable, he can even transform a small country into an independent kingdom of his own.

Of course Smith certainly didn't have this intention, but who doesn't want more power, more money, and a higher status?
If nothing else, it will be beneficial to the next generation.

Smith recently sent his youngest son to an aristocratic school. His son complained to him every day that his classmates' fathers were all congressmen, mayors, and governors.
He is just a small resident general, which makes it difficult for his son to get things done in school.

But now it’s different. His son can proudly tell others: “My father is the ambassador of Ethiopia.”

Anyway, it sounds awesome.

(End of this chapter)