Alvin and the Russian big shot reached a basic agreement in just a few words...
As they raised their glasses to celebrate, Alvin looked at the tough old man in front of him, who was already over sixty, and suddenly felt a little impressed.
Handing over the entire industrial base of a federal state was no small matter.
Crimea was a sizable country, after all, and Russia's most important access to the sea.
With one wave of his hand, he'd given away an entire industrial system worth trillions...
Even as president, if things didn't ultimately go the way he expected, he'd pay for what he'd done.
And he hadn't shown the slightest greed in front of Alvin...
Faced with all the emerging industries of the future, the big shot had chosen the basic weapons industry.
He knew what Russia could do, and he was sure it could do it well!
Only once Russia had recovered would the future blueprint Alvin described mean anything!
People often had no idea how much trouble their country was in...
All they wanted was to see "strength," "strength," "strength." They didn't know—or didn't want to know—how weak things were behind that show of strength.
Mutual destruction was always a last resort. If someone kept threatening to take you down with them, it meant they were terribly weak!
Alvin drained his glass of whiskey, then smiled and cupped his hands toward President Jingpu. "My friend, you've changed the way I think about Russia!"
As he spoke, Alvin pulled out his phone and called Ivan. He put the call on speaker, then looked at Jingpu with a smile. "I rarely let down the people who trust me!
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