Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

The reason why Wang Jue condescended to do such a trivial matter was because a lot of information involved Zhang Ga, and it was inconvenient for others to do it.

And Lu Shi was working overtime for technical docking, so he didn't have time at all.

It is impossible for Wang Jue himself to hold any position in the high-tech company, which will only attract firepower to this new company.

So Lu Shi can only get out of Huatong Microelectronics and go to Gaoke to occupy a hole.

And Lu Shi's shares in Huatong were all replaced by the new company, which also accounted for 0.6%.

Of course, this 0.6% was deducted from Wang Jue's 5%.

Of course, Haike knew that Wang Jue was not the big boss. According to the company information, both the legal person and the largest shareholder were Li Yiman.

As for whether Li Yiman is the real boss or the shares held on behalf of him, although Haike had doubts in his heart, he had no interest in exploring it.

"Okay." Haike raised a glass and said, "Then I'll wait for news from Director Wang."

……

Dawn City.

Zuo Manqing and Yu Xiaoling had just had dinner when they parted at the entrance of the restaurant.

Yu Xiaoling got into a nanny car, took out her phone and glanced at WeChat.

I clicked on the actor profile that I had sent, flipped through to the last few photos, and finally breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that I hadn't missed them.

Although she is in her 30s, she is quite confident in her appearance and figure.

The condition of the skin has also been maintained. It cannot be said that it is not inferior to the little girls, at least compared to those girls in their 20s who have just entered the society.

Teacher Li Muliang has already promised to send her two scripts, and promised to help her adjust the character of the heroine so that it fits her image better.

One of these two dramas is a local period drama and the other is a modern drama. They are not long, no more than 30 episodes.

According to the current requirements of seventy or eighty episodes, such a script obviously does not meet the requirements of many producers.

The small number of episodes means that the price cannot be sold, and the high actor fees cannot be paid, and star actors with their own traffic cannot be hired.

Without the blessing of traffic and stars, a drama is unlikely to be a big hit.

If there is no possibility of fire, there will be no market, and if there is no market, there will be no price to sell.

This is an endless loop.

But this is also in line with the boss's "short, flat and fast" requirements.

"Ding...ding..."

The wechat suddenly rang twice.

Yu Xiaoling received two documents from Li Muliang.

"Mountain and Sea" is a history of the struggle of a generation of working people on the Gobi Desert in Northwest China.

"Men and Women in Lights" is a sitcom that reflects the work, life, love, friendship, ideals and real dilemmas of modern youth.

Yu Xiaoling actually prefers modern dramas. She wants to play a modern urban heroine and completely subvert her screen image.

So I clicked on the script of "Lighting Men and Women".

In fact, she is not optimistic about sitcoms, but after clicking on them, she only watched a few paragraphs, and was immediately deeply attracted by the characters.

Outside the car window, the colorful lights of the city are reflected on the glass and reflected on Yu Xiaoling's face.

Her expression unconsciously changes with the emotions of the characters, and the lights of various colors hit her face, blending with her expressions, like scenes of characters and stories that are constantly switching.

……

Garland in the morning is still dry.

A negotiator, holding coffee, walked out of the British army's military tent and looked towards a mountain not far away.

The mountain is at the outer mouth of the Angdo Plain, and an area is outlined with some white lines on the mountain.

Coincidentally at this time, an officer of the Mi Army, who was also the main person involved in the negotiations, also stooped out of the tent.

Following the eyes of the English negotiators, the Mi Army officer smiled disdainfully.

"John, what do you think the other party will do?"

The negotiator took a sip of coffee gracefully and asked slightly jokingly.

"Haha, you ask me? I also want to see what kind of military exercises these tribal armed forces will perform."

Officer John, with his hips akimbo, showing his cumbersome beer belly, sneered mercilessly.

The negotiator smiled and shook his head and said, "They want to intimidate us, John, should we express something?"

Officer John shrugged: "I don't think they can bring any threat. At most, they can fire a few shots to hear the sound. I saw that they have tanks. Although I don't know how those tanks came from, will they really use them?"

"This is a very realistic question." The negotiator grinned, "The white circle they drew means the target area?"

"Haha, I've never seen such a large target area." Officer John said with even more disdain, "However, maybe their shells may not even hit such a target."

While the two were chatting and laughing, they saw an infantry squad assault vehicle coming out of the mountain pass in the Angdo Plain and driving to the bottom of the hill.

Then someone got out of the car with some army green canvas on their shoulders.

The negotiators, and officer John, looked over there curiously.

Wait until those people carry the green canvas up the mountain.

Only then did they discover that the group of natives wanted to pitch a tent.

"Set up a tent?" John the officer thought he was very humorous and laughed, "Are they planning to detonate explosives in the tent to achieve the effect of hitting the target?"

The English negotiators held coffee and smiled without saying a word.

Soon, two tents were set up.

But in a different location.

At this time, two people began to write on the tent.

Officer John couldn't help calling someone to bring the binoculars and adjust the focus.

After seeing the writing on the two tents clearly, I couldn't help but read out: "Inglesey command post, Ahyelika command post...FU*K, what do these bastards mean?"

However, no one answered his question.

After those people finished writing, they quickly withdrew.

At this time, there was rumbling movement at the mountain pass of Angdu Plain.

Many soldiers in the camp heard the sound and ran out to watch from a distance.

Soon, dozens of Rhino-2s were divided into three groups, carrying six self-propelled mortars, and a large number of infantry assault vehicles, forming an array outside the mountain pass.

A Raptor-3 quickly drove out of the array and stopped at the front.

An officer of the tribal armed forces opened the door and got out of the car, giving instructions from afar.

I saw a group of tanks quickly turn the turret and adjust the angle of the muzzle at the same time.

When the turret rotation stops, the angle of the muzzle is also adjusted.

"Fire!"

Sang Biao gave an order.

"Boom boom boom..."

The muzzle roared, smoke and dust rose around the tank, and more than a dozen shells roared out, accurately hitting a target within the white circle.

"Boom!"

There was a loud bang, the flames soared into the sky, and the earth shook.

Inglesey command post hit!

Chapter 185

When Ahmelika's "command post" was wiped out by the precision strikes, the barracks here were silent.

McMillan came out with a tired face, looked into the distance blankly, and did not speak.

"Target area coverage strike!"

With an order, six 155mm caliber self-propelled mortars suddenly opened fire.

The shells crossed a parabola in the air and were accurately scattered within the white circle.

The explosion and flames had just risen, and the huge bang hadn't come yet. Fifty tanks had readjusted their muzzles and roared in order!

At the same time, behind the mountain pass, four Buck-2s suddenly rose, and four [-]-packed rocket launchers on the left and right opened fire at the same time.

The 80mm rockets are like javelins, like raindrops, and they are fired first, completely covering the area delineated by the white circle.

"boom--"

The ground shook in an instant, the sun was covered by fire, and the smoke and dust billowed.

All the British soldiers were shocked, and the violent explosion seemed to explode from the bottom of their hearts.

They couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if these shells fell on their heads...

Behind the mountain pass, countless clansmen who came to watch were incoherently excited and cheered one after another.

The white circle had disappeared, and a large piece of rubble and rock mass, rolling and peeling off from that mountain.

After the last round of saturation strikes, the helicopter flew away, and all the tanks rumbled back into the mountain pass.

When the fortifications of the mountain pass were closed, a huge cloud of smoke and dust came from the mountain, and the whole sky suddenly darkened.

Many British soldiers watched all this dumbfounded.

In an instant, it was like a sandstorm, completely covering the camp of the British army.

"Dry!"

"Fake!"

"Go back to the tent!"

The negotiator stood there motionless.

His legs are a little numb.

I don't know if it was caused by the ground vibration or the shock of the soul.

After a while, the smoke cleared.

With trembling hands, the negotiator raised the dusty coffee and took a sip.

"Nonsence!"

……

There was a bang here, and the imperialist party was stunned.

Have fun watching the newly incorporated clansmen.

Zhang Ga's blood pressure also rose.

The sound of the waves in the port of Modishu couldn't cover the buzzing in his head.

When the cannon rings, gold is ten thousand taels!

Zhang Ga watched the scene of gunfire on the video, and his heart was bleeding.

Those rockets and shells all cost money!

"Why are you in a daze!"

A crisp voice interrupted Zhang Ga's heartache.

Looking up, I saw a big black Mercedes parked on the pier.

He recognized the car. It belonged to old Thorpe.

In Sausily, it is a status symbol.

Li Yiman was able to drive this car to pick him up, which also explained a lot of problems.

A Mongo, a Black Mamba, a Raptor-3, a Rhino-2, and a 155 self-propelled mortar parked on the pier are all waiting for customs clearance regulations.