nightcrawler in los angeles

Chapter 260 Fuse

The Saturn line of vehicles was established as a division of General Motors in 1985.

His mission is to fight against those Japanese car companies rushing in from Japan. The outside news is advocating that Roger Smith is no longer reused within GM.

He doesn't care about that!

Some of his old friends on Wall Street told him that those were rumors spread by the media under Sun Media Group!

Roger Smith has the confidence to get that damn banana out of the car business!
No matter what the [Land Cruiser] series of models are advertised by those damn media, it can't change the engine of [Land Cruiser] is the technology of Suzuki Group!
"Boss, this is the engineering drawing that our people found in the engine workshop of Delorie in Panama."

Roger Smith looked at the thick stack of engineering drawings in his hand and asked his subordinates, "Well, have you compared their concept car? Is the technology much worse?"

"The technical department made a preliminary comparison, and it shouldn't be too much difference."

Roger Smith smiled with satisfaction when he heard this sentence: "Oh? The pursuit of economy and durability? I heard that the delivery time of their first civilian car seems to be the day after tomorrow, right?"

"Yes, Boss, in order to satisfy some users' sense of difference, a total of 10 users paid 100 million dollars to pick up their cars in advance!"

Roger Smith held his nose and his eye sockets and pondered for a moment.

"purchase!"

"No matter what method you buy or use, I will hold a real-time live broadcast of the comparison of car conditions in the United States at the Palace Arena of Auburn Hills in Detroit the day after tomorrow!"

The subordinate opened his mouth and hesitated for a while, but nodded and left Roger Smith's office.

After all, no one wants to be buried with the CEO in the last few months. You must know that the delivery and sales of [Land Cruiser] in 1992 have exceeded 10000 units just yesterday!

The absent-minded Swaraj returned to his workshop once again after a busy day's work.

Imran didn't know when he was squatting in the corner of the workshop and stirring the fertilizer in his hand blankly.

"Imran!"

"Shouldn't you be thinking about how to spend that $1 to your parents?"

"Maybe Bollywood models and girls will also fall in love with you, the nursery king of Mumbai!"

Imran finally rolled his eyes when he heard his colleague Swaraj comforting him.

It took him a long while before he replied, "Oh, they won't be interested in me, and it's not so easy to be a nursery tycoon!"

"I just went out for a walk."

"I've talked to a lot of people! None of them have seen those Americans."

"This street should be just the two of us. If we can't bring those fellow countrymen hiding in the villas to the Indian embassy when the war starts, we will die!"

"You'd better cheer up, I can't do so much work alone."

After Swaraj said so much, Imran finally had some reaction.

Slowly turning his head, Imran stared into his small eyes and asked with fear, "How did you know there would be a war?"

"Our employer stopped his oil refinery business in Kuwait. It was a business that could buy 10 Bollywood models a day. If it wasn't for the war, how could he be willing to do so!"

Imran also wanted to refute a few words.

A dung truck rang his bell not far from the workshop.

Imran wanted to sit where he was, but Swaraj pointed to his forehead and threatened: "You better listen to me, if you don't listen to me, I will apply to that American after the mission is completed Give me the $9000 you deserve!"

When Imran finally stood up after hearing these words, Swaraj, who was walking in front, snorted with disdain.

"I was terrified!"

"You can't take my money."

"If you take my money, I won't be able to earn my wish to build a house in Mumbai this year in Kuwait!"

Imran, who was walking with his head down, didn't see Swaraj standing in front of the dung truck and was stunned. Imran squinted his little eyes and whispered: "You can't tell them Take my money, do you hear? Swaraj!"

"Yo!"

"You two get along very well!"

Hearing this voice, Imran twisted his neck stiffly as if it was rusted. It was the white man who shot and killed the thief yesterday!

"you you you."

"I, I, I." The American with a savage face didn't care about the surrounding environment at all, just imitating Imran's movements carelessly, while the pale-faced Swaraj on the side had lost the courage to speak.

"When the war starts, throw this leaflet in every villa in the surrounding area, do you understand?"

Swaraj picked up the information on the [Indian Embassy] introduction on the flyer and replied stammeringly: "I know."

"Well, don't make trouble for me!"

"However, you are responsible for many streets. When the time comes, I will give each of you an extra $5000!"

By the time the meaty guy finished talking, the shit was done too.

The smelly dung truck slowly left the sight of both of them. Swaraj took a few deep breaths before turning his head to look at Imran.

At this time, the soles of Imran's feet were already wet at some point.

"Damn it! Imran, I think you should give up those rewards! I'm really afraid that you will die of fright on the road."

"Swaraj! No, $15000 is enough for me to buy a house in Mumbai!" If Imran's teeth were not shaking when he spoke, maybe Swaraj really believed "Money can make ghosts turn the millstone."

Imran quickly hid the leaflets on the ground in the nursery and left.

But Swaraj, who had an extra heart, hesitated for a moment, turned his head, walked into the back kitchen and hid a boning knife under his pillow.

Although he didn't know that the war that the group of Americans said would come, it didn't prevent him from preparing self-defense measures.

Kuwait is not very big.

Standing in Kuwait City, which can basically be seen at a glance, Monica looked at the oil city curiously.

"I can't imagine that oil has such a charm!"

Tao Xi smacked his lips and replied with regret: "Three days! Just three days will cost Kuwait tens of billions of dollars. Here you can fully experience the luxury of a big city, and you can also feel Belongs to the most wonderful things in the world.”

Monica Bellucci touched the tip of her nose a little nervously: "Are you sure you want me to come forward to save those Indians?"

Tao Xi curled his lips indifferently.

"In Kuwait City, apart from those oil refinery owners who have a close relationship with American oil merchants, who else knows that Iraq has assembled its troops towards the Kuwaiti border?"

"Tomorrow at the earliest, and the day after tomorrow at the latest, they will definitely come."

"As for the group of old oily people in the Indian embassy who are greedy for life and afraid of death, what can they do!"

Monica was still a little nervous when she heard Tao Xi's answer.

After all, Tao Xi asked her to be the hero who saved 20 Indians. Even a fool would know that if Tao Xi's plan really succeeded.

What kind of status will she have in India in the future.

Whether it is acting or politics, she can easily succeed.

Tao Xi seemed to see Monica's nervousness: "Don't be nervous, my plan will definitely not have too many problems, and there will definitely be no big problems if 440 people are scattered among 20 people."

Monica took a deep breath and turned back to her bedroom to rest.

After all, no one can withstand the high-intensity flight for several days in a row, and there will be a big battle waiting for her to come forward in the future.

"Yo!"

"Isn't this our Pulitzer Prize winner for journalism this year!"

"What are you doing!"

Gerry Lively shook the back of his head in embarrassment and replied, "Hey! Tao Xi, don't make fun of me. If it weren't for you, I might still be a lighting engineer at MGM Studios!"

Tao Xi hugged Gerry Lively with a smile, and then seriously told him: "When the time comes, Monica's itinerary and process will require you to make up for Reuters. Just take it all out."

"Haha, now I've been scolded as the king of documentaries by those damn colleagues, and now you're asking me to shoot news in the form of documentaries."

Tao Xi pinched Gerry Lively's slightly fat face and left with a smile.

He has arranged everything that needs to be arranged, and for the rest, it is time to get to know the big man in Baghdad, hoping that he can give him more face in the next operation.

The Palace of Auburn Hills has nearly 4 seats.

It was already full, and Roger Smith specially invited nearly 2000 media from all over the world to hold an event no less than the [Los Angeles Del Laurie Spring Auto Show].

General Motors not only took care of eating and drinking, but also gave a very rich red envelope.

Roger Smith's operation was dubbed "GM's last generosity" by everyone!
In order to make this event more exciting, Roger Smith not only invited dozens of Hollywood stars, but also invited the Detroit Pistons who had been resting.

This time there were nearly 1 off-road vehicle enthusiasts alone, and a huge crowd gathered near the Palace of Auburn Hills just to watch the excitement.

Roger Smith stood in the interview room with a calm face, overlooking the movement in the arena.

"Has DeLore promised to deliver the car?"

His subordinates were stunned when they heard Roger Smith's words, and then replied: "The other party's answer is very simple [people-oriented] Delaure Automobile, what customers say is what they say, and they will not reject any customer."

"Ah!"

"people oriented!"

"I really don't know where they got their confidence!"

Roger Smith snorted coldly and heard his subordinate's answer.

"Boss, the car from the Delore Automobile Factory will arrive at our place in half an hour!"

"Well, go down and get ready, let the people in the mechanic department prepare to dismantle the engine on site, and then disassemble the engine of the Land Cruiser for technical comparison!"

"I want the engine power of the Saturn series to completely crush them!"

"What about car collision avoidance detection and car off-road detection?"

Roger Smith hesitated for a moment, then gritted his molars and said, "Avoid our weaknesses, make use of our strengths and avoid our weaknesses!"

The words of Roger Smith set the tone of this [Car Experience].

The marketing company under General Motors finally began to operate quickly. In less than an hour, Roger Smith's order was perfectly executed.

Jin Xizhen, wearing a mask, sat in the auditorium of the stadium and asked calmly: "Does he really think that the Saturn engine can crush the military technology of the Land Cruiser? The Soviet Union crushed the United States in heavy industry technology. For decades."

Marko buttoned his itchy scalp through the hat on his head and replied, "Maybe he thinks our engine technology is also from Japan?"

"Is there any difference between Japanese engines and American engines?"

"In order to pursue the stability of the Japanese car engine, its kinetic energy is not very strong. In order to pursue the kinetic energy of the American car, its engine often has some minor problems after being used for a long time."

"I think Roger Smith may be trying to use GM's strengths against our weaknesses!"

Jin Xizhen suddenly realized when he heard Marco's explanation: "Oh! I understand, this is the shield that intends to use his strongest spear to attack you?"

"Heh, he may not know that we also acquired a complete production line of helicopters from the Soviet Union!"

"Soviet engines and Suzuki Group's technology are combined with each other. The technology in our hands must be far superior to GM's! Okay, I have to go first, GM's military purchase orders this year will definitely be snatched by us!"

When Jin Xizhen heard Marco's words, he couldn't help but shook his head regretfully and echoed: "No, no, no! I'm leaving too, but I prepared a birthday dinner for Ms. Sophie on the beach in Hawaii that she will never forget Woolen cloth!"

Marco couldn't help but shudder when he heard Jin Xizhen's words.

At this time, the reporters at the scene knew that the "big guy" consigned on the truck that just drove into the venue was the [Land Cruiser] that could be bought in advance for 100 million US dollars from the DeLorean Automobile Factory, and the whole venue was shocked. It's boiling!
"Fxxk! Big news! General Motors is going to do something today!"

"Go! Go! Go! Hurry up and shoot the off-site information. Whether DeLorean lost or General Motors lost, it's big news!"

"Here comes the car! It's really the logo of Delore Motors!"

The entire Auburn Palace Arena, whether it is a car fan or a reporter, was overwhelmed after hearing the news, and there are many [Land Cruiser] owners among these car fans.

Although they bought a car, they didn't have $100 million to be the first pick-ups.

However, [Land Cruiser]'s car delivery standards and accessories are really exciting. Not only can it provide various spare parts by itself, but it can also purchase official spare parts from the official.

And it is said that the other party will also provide a professional editing team to the scene, but I don't know if it is true or not!

The atmosphere at the Palace of Auburn Hills is getting higher and higher!

As many reporters left the field and began to interview the leaders of General Motors Group present, the atmosphere was still rising, but no one knew who would be killed.

"Oh my god!"

"Our employer has disappeared for almost half a month!"

"The group of Americans haven't come to poop for a long time, what happened!"

Imran sat on the ground bored and prayed for a while, then waited for the end of the day.

Instead, Swaraj sat on the nursery and put some damp [Indian Embassy] leaflets in the sun to dry one by one.

"But it's also good, the employer is not here every day so we can relax a little bit."

Swaraj touched his hot back and explained: "Didn't you read the news yesterday? The negotiations between Kuwait and Iraq failed, and the situation between the two countries is getting more and more tense."

"Never mind being nervous, I always feel like there won't be a fight."

Swaraj couldn't help but start to murmur when he heard Imran's words.

It's like the story of how wolf came.

They are still a little nervous when you say "wolf is coming" the first time, but they will still believe it the second time you say "wolf is coming", and when you say "wolf is coming" the third time, they will feel a little bit guilty.

It doesn't really matter if the man who yelled "Wolf is coming" has a dung truck every time he shows up.

But the Americans who shouted "Wolf is coming" have disappeared for almost a week, and Swaraj wants to give up.

"It's already August 8!"

"If those people pulling dung trucks say something to scare me again, I'm sure"

Imran didn't say what he said later, but Swaraj mocked: "Just you! I don't want to say how you change a pair of pants when they come here!"

Imran muttered dissatisfiedly and did not say anything more.

Just when the two of them were chatting without saying a word, the chef who went out to buy vegetables every day ran back with a look of panic on his face.

Standing at the door panting, his face was pale with fright.

"fight up"

"fight up"

"It's up!"

"Run! There is a war, and the Iraqi army is rushing in!"

There were black spots and yellow patches on the chef's body, obviously rolling on the ground several times.

The Indian servants in the entire manor exploded in an instant, and the original white housekeeper wanted to come forward to suppress it. A few sparse gunshots caused the crowd who had just stood up to disperse in an instant.

Just when Imran didn't know what to do, Swaraj suddenly threw a leaflet into the air and shouted: "Go to the Indian embassy! There is a plane for us to retreat!"

Before everyone could react, Swaraj ran out with a thick stack of leaflets.

Imran stood there in a daze for a long time, not knowing what to do. When the gunfire became louder and louder, Imran even forgot the threat of the group of Americans.

And Swaraj, who rushed out of the manor with a stack of leaflets in his arms, yelled frantically in Hindi along the way.

"The Indian embassy can take us out of Kuwait! Hurry up and gather at the Indian embassy!"

Handfuls of leaflets were quickly thrown away by him, and when he turned around, he found that Imran was not following him.

But Swaraj was not angry at all instead he had more smiles on his face.

Because what he said at the beginning is true, as long as he does what he should do, he will negotiate the price with the group of Americans, including Imran's 15000 US dollars of course!

As for the single page is not enough.

Swaraj was not worried at all, he hid some leaflets in the corners of every street in every evening when it was his time.

That coward Imran doesn't know.

This is also the wisdom of a small person, because $3 is enough for his family to live a good life in Mumbai, and it also keeps him from staying alone in a foreign country!
Swaraj just ran and shouted all the way. On the way, he saw many soldiers, and he also saw many Indians holding his leaflets in their hands.

He knew what he was doing was finally working.

Although there are not many Indians in Kuwait who are performing missions like him, everyone is a person who dares to step on a wire rope and throw leaflets all over the street.

After all, $15000 is a lot!

Swaraj was not without difficulties on his way, but his mind was infected by more and more people fleeing to the Indian embassy at this time.

Even along the way, he met several Indians who were bluffed by him and joined his team.

Slowly increased from one person to three people, and then increased from three people to eight people!
The team of eight people will also be surrounded by many Iraqi soldiers. Swaraj, who is hiding in an alley, panted and said to the surrounding people: "Okay! We have done it in this disaster. It's good enough, over this wall is a Saudi manor, and we can hide in it until the night and head towards the Indian embassy."

Swaraj, who had finished speaking these words, turned over towards the wall without hesitation with those people.

Under Tao Xi's plan, more and more people set off towards the Indian embassy, ​​and a group of reporters had already been waiting at the gate of the Indian embassy as if they had planned it long ago.

"You said if this group of Indians came to the embassy and saw that their embassy had already run away, how would they feel?"

A Reuters reporter, with a cigarette in his mouth, was bored and asked questions to his companions under the protection of a group of troops.

But his colleague glanced at the Chinese embassy not far away and sighed helplessly: "Look at other people's China, their ambassadors personally invite Chinese asylum seekers in one after another, and the Indian embassy's The ambassadors have all run away! You still ask me how I feel?"

"You ran here after a narrow escape and thought you could be rescued, but you were let go. How do you feel!"

"Heh, don't let me see that group of people, or I will definitely pick up the weapon in my hand and make them regret today's choice!"

(End of this chapter)