Zhang Qiang pleaded his case over the phone. "You can't just expect the Gun Club to handle everything!
Come on, even a landlord's family can run out of food!
I've got tens of thousands of people here who need to eat and drink. Where am I supposed to find the extra money to bail out a poor neighbor?
Just give us a hand. What's Hydra to you?
You could kill them with a fart..."
Alvin snapped, "You're the one who could kill someone with a fart...
Why the hell should I get involved in this mess?
'Steel Digital' is a squeaky-clean company. How can we get mixed up with a bunch of rotten politicians like you?"
Zhang Qiang knew how to prioritize...
He thought for a moment, realized Alvin might really be getting annoyed, then said in a slightly greasy voice, "Isn't President Ellis your friend?
How could the United States, a country with a sense of responsibility, stand by while Russia suffered?
They've got to uphold their reputation for humanitarianism, being the world's police, and being a beacon of democracy, right?"
Then Zhang Qiang chuckled. "Russia's being strangled by economic blockades and sanctions...
In this situation, if you can connect the bigwigs on both sides and get those Western countries to accept Russia, wouldn't that give us a chance to turn things around?
You could tell President Ellis this is a major event that could change the world order!
If he can resolve the Russian problem during his term, the Nobel Peace Prize is his!
Hey, Alvin, do you have that strongman president's private number?
If not, I can set things up. You two could sit down and talk...
The situation on Earth is different now. It's stupid to keep getting bogged down in internal disputes.
The Gun Club