Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Huang He was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said with a sneer, "Hehe, if you don't have that diamond, don't do porcelain work."

……

On the construction site, Zhang Ga met Xu Wentao of Liuhe Construction and Pang Youliang of Pegasus Construction.

Not only did the two show no signs of fear, but they also looked excited when talking about what happened last night.

"Hehe, Mr. Xu, Mr. Pang, I heard from my subordinates that you performed very well on site last night, and the management was in place in a timely manner, and you did not cause trouble to the frontline troops. I would like to thank you both. I also express my gratitude to everyone for being surprised. Feel sorry."

As Zhang Ga said, he asked people to remove a few boxes of cigarettes and alcohol from the car, all of which were gifts for the workers.

Xu Wentao laughed and said, "It's all what we should do."

Pang Youliang also said: "Yes, before we took over this project, you made it very clear that this kind of thing might happen, so we are mentally prepared."

"Okay, with your statement, I'm relieved."

Zhang Ga took the tablet from Sanpao and pointed to the area between Kamash and Mandage Town, where there is a red line drawn area.

It is the transit area that Zhang Ga has been building.

"When you make a plan for this area, it doesn't have to be within the red line. If you think there is a more suitable place nearby, you can also relocate appropriately. According to the scale of 2000 people, make it here!"

As Zhang Ga said, he handed over the tablet.

The two people on the opposite side looked at the position, couldn't help but look at each other, and said, "Okay, we still cooperate with each other, learn from each other's strengths and make up for our weaknesses, and we must finish this job well and quickly!"

They knew that this place was originally reserved for Jincheng Infrastructure Yellow Crane.

If you can hand it over to them now, you must seize the opportunity!

Zhang Ga nodded and said, "Okay, hurry up here too."

After speaking, he took his leave and walked towards the barracks below the high ground.

Chapter 217 The meeting is coming

Below the high ground, a temporary military tent was set up.

Zhang Ga entered the barracks and went straight to the medical tent in the middle.

More than a dozen wounded were lying on snow-white hospital beds. Several military doctors and nurses had passed their busiest period of time and were checking the status of the wounded bed by bed.

Seeing Zhang Ga coming in, everyone saluted.

Zhang Ga also raised his hand to salute, and shook hands with everyone.

The expression on his face is always dignified.

He stepped out of the tent and looked up to the east.

It is difficult to simply position the relationship between Golden Avenue and Mandage Town as a competitive relationship.

The road occupied by the Golden Road leads to Aradai and Selva of the Thousand Stars Alliance.

The town of Mandag leads to the three cities of Silay, Lucas and Marfa.

But peers are always enemies, so the relationship between old Mai Hurd and old Bader has not been very good all the time.

Of course, the two sides have not had any real conflicts for so many years.

Because it is not necessary.

But now it is necessary.

Old Bader may just regard the matter of "opposing his counterparts in the north" as a business of asking for aid from the Americans.

They did get $30 and 500 Javelin missiles from the Americans.

But in Zhang Ga's eyes, the Golden Avenue is the only way for him to go south, and it is also an important part of the entire transportation network.

Of course, it is also an indispensable part of his future territory.

Zhang Ga stared into the distance, the night wind at the end of December was still a bit cold.

San Pao shrank his neck and leaned over, asking, "General, do you want to gather the team?"

"Huh?" Zhang Ga was taken aback, then turned to look at him, "What is the team doing?"

"Get over it!" Sanpao said, "I see your eyes are staring at that side, similar to the eyes of an old cat staring at barbecue."

Zhang Ga rolled his eyes at him, and was about to say "no fight", but calculated the date, and the meeting would be held in three days.

As long as the meeting of the World Federation is over, no matter what the result is, I will be Sun Wukong and go to the curse, so why hesitate?

So he temporarily changed his words: "Transfer the old cat from Kamash, and let Brother Pingtou bring a hundred reserve teams here to support, and prepare to attack in three days!"

"Okay!" Sanpao immediately took out his mobile phone, and used the base's internal signal to call Lao Mao.

Zhang Ga turned around and walked up the high ground. As soon as he walked up the slope, he saw a figure coming down.

Two guards immediately stepped forward with their guns in hand to stop them.

The man quickly raised his hands and said, "I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm. Will you go to the settlement?"

Neither side could see their faces clearly in the darkness.

Zhang Ga heard that the other party spoke Middle Eastern very poorly, worse than when he first came here, so he asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm from China...screenwriter...writer...uh...director..."

Li Muliang said these three words in English.

Zhang Ga simply switched to Chinese and asked, "Who are you?"

Li Muliang was taken aback, and also said in Chinese: "Hello, my name is Li Muliang..."

……

Raptor-3 is driving on a slightly bumpy road, but the car is very stable.

In the car, Li Muliang was a little embarrassed and turned his head to look out the window.

Zhang Ga said: "Mr. Li, I have read your two books "Mountain and Sea" and "Lighting Men and Women". They are very well written and realistic."

Li Muliang turned his head in disbelief, and said in surprise, "You bought my two notebooks?"

Zhang Ga nodded and said, "Well, I plan to shoot it in the next year. By the way, do you still have the copyright for your previous works?"

Li Muliang said: "There is a "Red River"."

"Red River" is a TV series with local themes, and it is also one of Li Muliang's most proud and favorite works.

Li Muliang spent all his savings and bought it from Satellite TV, just hoping that his painstaking work would not be buried in the trash of Satellite TV.

Hold it in your hand, maybe there will be a day when you will see the sun again.

However, the reality is cruel.

He is too maverick in this circle, too unpopular, even the online platforms are not very willing to broadcast his dramas again.

Even for these works, none of them scored below 9.0 on Doujiao.com.

Zhang Ga had searched the Internet specifically and knew this.

And he remembered very clearly that he had watched several Li Muliang dramas when he was a child.

At that time, "Red River" and "Gaoliang Mountain" were the most popular. Whenever you turn on the TV, you can always see these two dramas.

So Zhang Ga asked: "Except for "Red River", what about others? If I want to buy the copyright, what channel should I go through and what price should I expect?"

Li Muliang looked at him and said: "The other few are in the hands of two TV stations, but it's easy to buy them back, because they can't take them out and broadcast them again. The price will not be too high, maybe several million, or even several You can get it for a hundred thousand."

Zhang Ga nodded and said, "Mr. Li, I want to buy out your copyright of "Red River" first. What price do you think is suitable?"

Li Muliang asked: "You bought it, can it be broadcast?"

What he cares about is not whether it can be sold or how much it can be sold, but whether it can be allocated.

Otherwise, he didn't need to go bankrupt and buy back the original film and copyright from the TV station.

"I broadcast it on Yutu Video." Zhang Ga smiled, "It cannot be broadcast in other places, but it can be broadcast in Jialan Country."

Li Muliang was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly, nodded and said, "Okay, I bought it for 420 million three years ago, so I can sell it to you at the same price."

Zhang Ga took out his phone and called Yang Qian.

"Get to work, let the main management personnel of Yutu fly to Garan immediately."

Hanging up the phone, Zhang Ga smiled again and said to Li Muliang: "Mr. Li, I also want to ask you to make a play for us. You can just hang around these days. I'll send someone to send a car to you..."

……

In the past few days before the meeting, all the disputes in the world seem to have pressed the pause button.

At the end of November and mid-December, North Africa and the Balkans, which seemed likely to erupt at any time, all died down.

Even the arms trade has come to a standstill.

It seemed that everyone was honest at once, and they were quietly waiting for the meeting to start.

Waiting for this meeting to set the tone for the general trend of next year and even the next few years.

The same is true for Zhang Ga.

He is also waiting for that final result.

Keep the status quo, or make half the world your enemy!

……

January 1st, the new year.

However, due to the time difference, it was still on the evening of December 12st at Xinxiang time in the United States.

The meeting is less than a day away.

Golden Mile.

Old Bader called his eldest son, Gaeda Bader, into his room.

As soon as Gaida entered the door, he asked, "Father, what about those two Chinese people? I guess they must have money, a lot of money..."

Old Bader quickly raised his hand to interrupt the young man's enthusiasm, and said, "Sit down first, kid. I came here to discuss with you the future of our Golden Avenue."

Gaida stopped talking and sat opposite Old Bader.

Only then did he realize that his father seemed to have aged ten years suddenly in the past few days.

"The future?" Gaida frowned, "You mean those in the north who call themselves the Garan tribe?"

Chapter 218 Weapons of Mass Destruction, I Really Have

Old Bader shook his head: "Remember, don't easily assume an enemy for yourself. We must first pay attention to ourselves. I'm talking about the golden road and the future of the Bader family."

Al Qaeda asked puzzledly: "If there is any problem in the future, let's fight. They can't kill us all at once. After the meeting tomorrow, the Americans will give them a good look! Isn't it?"

"As I said, don't easily assume an enemy for yourself." Old Bader said helplessly, "Also, don't assume a friend for yourself!

"And you must always remember that the North may not be our enemy, but the Americans are definitely not our friends!"

Gaida was stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

Because he doesn't understand, there are not many words in this sentence, but he can understand even less.

With the wisdom of a businessman, Old Bader continued to persuade his son: "We must express our position now, Al Qaeda, and make a decision for our future."

Al Qaeda asked a little confused: "To whom?"

"North!"

"What's your statement?"

"Continue to be the enemy, or...surrender..."

Gaida stood up abruptly, his eyes widened and he said: "Surrender? They will be unlucky tomorrow! The whole world will attack them!"

Old Bader raised his head and asked word by word: "But, what if none of this happens tomorrow? Even if it is true as you said, what effect will it have on us?"

Gaida froze.

Old Bader said: "You should have seen that the northerners are adding troops to the cordon, and have specially assigned a senior officer. You know what they are waiting for."

"Wait...tomorrow?" Gaida scratched his head and asked.