After putting down the phone, Jing Jian started to think about it, but after thinking for a while, he began to think about it. He thought that he had become an unknown hero and secretly worked hard. If he could win the right to bid for the Millennium Olympics, he would make the people of the whole country happy and earn some face in front of his family. Cough cough, not including Panpan's panda that is in trouble?

But I never expected that I actually had the potential to be a public enemy of the whole nation. I took all my responsibilities inexplicably. This world is really wonderful. Can't I be a good person? Do I have to be full of evil to be a smooth person?

Just as I was thinking about it, I suddenly called again, and this time I called Dr. Locke: "Bramble, are you free now? Can you find a place to have a drink?"

Since Dr. Locke took the initiative to deliver it to the door, Jing Jian would not be polite, so he went to explore the tickets he and his friends first. So he made an appointment with a bar and the two met again.

"Bramble, do you know? The civil war broke out in Frosauya?" As soon as we met, before Jing Jian could speak, Dr. Locke gave amazing news.

"When did it happen?" Jing Jian was shocked. What he feared the most now is variables, and the variables in the Foxoya civil war were too big. Even if you like to fight, you still have to wait until the Olympic bidding vote?

Dr. Locke raised his wrist and looked at his watch with a smile: "Including the time difference, it should be two hours later."

"?" Jing Jian couldn't help but curse in his heart. Should he say, "Dr. Locke and others are well-informed?" Or does Hei Shushu have no sense of confidentiality?"

However, the corner of his eyes suddenly swept, and Dr. Locke looked calm and calm, and Jing Jian became suspicious: "Locke, aren't these all planned? Helan City becomes a free city, and even further independence, war becomes very likely. Are you not prepared?"

Dr. Locke smiled slightly: "But I heard that the situation has changed. The peers on the other side were very unhappy. They promised to lend the Frossay government a $20 million loan, and they had already paid 3 million in advance, using part of the oil resources in Helan as collateral?"

"So what?" Jing Jian disagreed. The war was just about money. A large-caliber shell would cost hundreds of dollars, while 3 million US dollars could not last for a few days.

"Are you so sure?" Dr. Locke was a little surprised at Jing Jian's attitude, "Aren't you afraid that you really lose?"

"It's not me, but us." Jing Jian corrected with a smile.

"Okay, we." Dr. Locke shrugged, not saying anything, "I mean those mining rights. If the Frossauer government forces win, aren't you afraid that your mining rights will be nationalized?"

Jing Jian had slowly recovered his calmness. He understood that Dr. Locke would come to him this time and must have come to serve as a lobbyist again. So he asked quietly: "Locke, I want to hear your suggestions?"

"Okay." Dr. Locke smiled, as if everything was in control. "Bramble, war will bring misfortune to mankind, why can't we negotiate and resolve it? For example, agree to more friends to enter the venue? Let more people gather together?"

Jing Jian vaguely understood. "More friends to enter the market", he must have to divide the cake. When he came to discuss with himself, he wanted to move his cake?

Jing Jian also smiled. He had guessed what Dr. Locke said next. Sure enough, Dr. Locke continued: "Bramble, you only need to make a very small step. We will guarantee that the war will end soon and everything else will return to normal."

Jing Jian had fully understood that such commercial means were not uncommon. When he was in the capital, Dr. Locke was actually already making a trap, using the Olympic voting rights as a temptation to convince Helan City's autonomy. After the autonomy was successful, it would be the next step, threatening with war, and then he would make such a small step. Of course, this small step may not be particularly fatal, but at least it can test his weakness and make friends like Busancho lose confidence in him.

The subsequent operations were almost fixed. Whether it was contacting the Frosyya government or trying to win over and disagree with Busancho, they always slowly squeezed out themselves and let Europe and the United States enjoy the feast exclusively.

Those European and American oil tycoons were all alliances from the beginning, and they were nothing more than dividing into two factions to sing. Perhaps there were internal conflicts, but in the face of China, a new country, they would never tolerate their interests being "infringed".

Since this is the case, there is no exchange of voting rights. Or, even if Dr. Locke agrees today, how could he believe what he said?

Dr. Locke seemed confident, thinking that Jing Jian would definitely surrender: "Bramble, you can actually get what you want, for example, we guarantee that we can vote for you 9 votes in China Capital?"

Jing Jian smiled, and he was actually guessed by himself. Do you really think he would still believe it?

He stood up suddenly and lifted the wine table. The bottle and wine glass were immediately smashed: "You want to fight! Then fight!" He threw down this sentence, and in the stunned silence of Dr. Locke, Jing Jian turned around and left.

...

Under the dim light, Maiting wrapped her bath towel and lay down beside Jing Jian, with her head full of blonde hair sprinkled on Jing Jian's back. Seeing that Jing Jian seemed to be frowning, Maiting cared for, "Dear, what are you thinking?"

"Baby." Jing Jian asked with a smile, "I have been wondering whether the Olympics and war are related?"

"Uh?" This question stumped a blonde student, biting his finger, "Will the army be too bored? They held sports meetings in the barracks? Later, it was passed down and turned into the Olympics?"

"The answer is correct." Jing Jian nodded seriously, "So you have to pass on the holy fire, which is for barbecue. There will only be one animal in the Olympics, that is, pigeons, roasted pigeons are great! Athletes will have strength after eating it."

Maiting smiled and hid from Jing Jian's restless paw: "You are wrong! You are an uneducated villain! There is also equestrianism in the Olympics!"

"Yes, the horse is delicious too." Jing Jian nodded again, "I forgot."

No matter how stupid Maiting was, she knew that Jing Jian was talking nonsense: "How can a horse be eaten? Such a cute little baby."

"This is true. We have a dish in China, called... steamed horse meat (steamed horse meat) in water, which is really delicious."

"Yeah?"
Chapter completed!