I want to be a warlord

Chapter 407 Take action directly! (Ask for monthly ticket)
Looking at Walid standing on the second floor, Wang Zhen took a deep breath and walked up quickly.

"Wang Zhen." Walid said expressionlessly.

Wearing a pink plaid headscarf and a white stand-up collared robe, with no trace of dust on the robe, and a gold watch in his hand, Walid is dressed upright, but his expression is cold and cold. Don't hide your dissatisfaction.

I just can't fucking understand how these people, even though they've become prisoners, still have to keep their clothes and manners, and act like they're superior all day long.

Okay, you have to maintain your manners, then you also have to maintain a corresponding demeanor when you speak and act!
Do not!
When it comes to talking and doing things, everyone is arrogant, unscrupulous, unscrupulous, greedy, cruel, and their words are as meaningless as farts.

When I begged you, my attitude was quite good, but when you finished the work, you turned around and turned your back on me!

This is the Western nobility!
Wang Zhen couldn't stand this, couldn't stand other people pretending to be cool in front of him.

Hearing Walid's words, he didn't reply and jumped forward in two steps.

Walid's expression changed, and he instinctively felt that something was wrong. Wang Zhen's speed was too fast, which was abnormal, and he immediately wanted to retreat.

It's just that it's too late now!
Wang Zhen rushed up and reached out to grab his scarf. Walid wanted to hide, but he was obviously too slow.

Wang Zhen took off his turban and threw it away.

The pink turban cloth fluttered and fell towards the ruins on the first floor, and finally landed in a place with white smoke, which soon became black and burned.

"Damn it, what are you doing!" Walid stared blankly at the headscarf being thrown down, and suddenly he went crazy.

This is humiliation, naked humiliation!
But as soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zhen reached out to grab his white robe and tore it violently.

There was a sound of the brocade tearing, and Wang Zhen's robe was torn open with a big hole.

After tearing it open, Wang Zhen let go, and Walid quickly took two steps back. When he looked up, Wang Zhen let out a long sigh of relief and looked very happy.

"You're crazy!" Walid frowned, his face full of incomprehension, and he looked at Wang Zhen as if he were a psycho.

He rushed up to me, threw away my headscarf, tore off my clothes without saying a word, and then showed this expression. It looked so perverted!

"You're fucking crazy." Wang Zhen scolded him directly, "Prisoners have to look like losers. Who the hell are you wearing like this to show me! What do you want to tell me!"

"You, you, you..." Walid opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to answer for a moment. Is it because of this?

After a while, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his face, and he made a sound of "ha".

If there weren't people under the roof, Walid would have said, "Did it hurt you?"You're a lowly guy who doesn't know what art or etiquette is. '

Of course, if it were Montasari, he would probably have finished what he said now, and would also add, "It is impossible for your lowly bloodline to know what nobility is. Your parents are untouchables, and you are still an untouchable, and your children will too." A pariah, forever, forever, forever!”

"You are only worthy of crawling at my feet like sheep!"

Seeing Walid's appearance, Wang Zhen immediately became angry and kicked him.

With a "bang" kick, the person fell to the ground, and his back hit the wall hard.

Walid clutched his stomach in pain. He had never been beaten like this since he was a child, and he had never experienced such pain.

He lowered his head and gritted his teeth, but there was still sarcasm and ridicule in his eyes. The difference between him and Montashali was that one had a stubborn temper and the other knew how to endure and compromise, but they were the same at heart. They looked down on all ordinary people.

This is etched in the bones.

The reason is also very simple. Everyone is essentially opposed to each other, just like "Princes and generals should be in love with each other." This sentence is fundamentally digging at the foundation of the nobility's rule.

And it is only ordinary people who can shout this sentence.

Therefore, the harder those who work hard, strive to climb up, and break down class barriers, the more they will be hostile to the traditional nobles, and they will be eager to kill them.

But those ordinary people who just live an honest and step-by-step life will receive praise from these nobles.

Therefore, it must be deleted from the textbook.

Walid struggled to stand up from the ground. Wang Zhen raised his foot to kick him, but was stopped by Golden Retriever who was following him.

Looking at Wang Zhen, Walid said: "I'm going to change clothes. Let's meet in the living room on the second floor."

Wang Zhen didn't stop him from negotiating like this and watched the old guy go.

"What's wrong with you?" Jin Mao asked in confusion: "Since you didn't want to kill him, why did you do this? Isn't it a matter of enmity?"

Wang Zhen took a deep breath, raised his hands and rubbed his face, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Wang Zhen could bear the consequences of killing a whole family led by Montashali. After all, they were the ones who broke the agreement in the first place. It was definitely not a good idea to deceive the mercenaries.

What's more, during the negotiations, Wang Zhen represented not only his own glorious defense, but also the Democratic and Peace Party, and the United States.

This order was placed by Wuzhen Building, and Bevin and John would help him withstand a lot of the pressure. After all, Wang Zhen spent the money.

Therefore, killing the whole family who took the lead in Montasali is called revenge and shock, but that's it. Killing more people will make no sense.

Please protect me!

Wang Zhen couldn't kill Walid if he didn't want to cause a backlash among the entire Iraqi aristocracy.

Aristocracy is the Iraqi political system, and not even the United States can do anything about it.This is why Walid couldn't believe it when he heard that Wang Zhen was shelling his mansion. He was really afraid that Wang Zhen didn't understand anything and would kill him.

Even if Wang Zhen was killed afterwards and Walid was avenged, he would still be at a loss.

But when Wang Zhen accepted his surrender and the militia came in without killing anyone, he knew that Wang Zhen still understood the consequences.

This was why he stood on the second floor and refused to come down, dared to call Wang Zhen a madman, and dared to change his clothes even though he knew Wang Zhen hated him.

Political games are so unpredictable that no one can have the upper hand 100%, and they are always pulling each other back.

The second floor, the living room.

The shelling downstairs just now affected the second floor. Chairs, accessories and other items were torn to pieces, but when Wang Zhen and the others came up, the place was already in a clean state.

The militiamen allowed time for the servants to clean up before being escorted away.

Sitting down on the sofa, Wang Zhen wiggled his butt a few times. Not to mention, it was similar to the sofa in Montashali and was very comfortable.

These damn guys really know how to enjoy themselves. Is this the aristocratic heritage?

If it were him, he wouldn't know how to spend the money, Wang Zhen muttered in his heart.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Walid appeared in front of everyone, having changed his clothes again. The difference was that this time there was no headscarf and robe, but a dark blue suit.

The clothes fit him very well, and even though Walid's body shape is really not that good, this suit makes him look energetic.

Coupled with the carefully trimmed beard, the whole person looks very dignified.

"Sit down, Mr. Walid." Wang Zhen sat in the main seat, acting like a master, and extended his hand to give in with a smile.

At this time, Wang Zhen had adjusted his mood, with a faint smile on his face. If he was wearing a suit instead of a combat uniform, he would definitely be very approachable.

Compared with the Western culture, Wang Zhen still likes the culture of his own country. No matter what the situation or status, being modest, courteous, personable, and a humble gentleman is what he pursues.

Gentleman:? ? ?
"I'm very sorry to meet Mr. Walid in this way. I apologize for this." Wang Zhen sat on the sofa and bowed slightly.

This behavior made Walid very uncomfortable and he twisted his body awkwardly.

"No need to say this, you won, tell me what you want." Walid snorted coldly.

"Request?" Wang Zhen looked very surprised, "Didn't we have an agreement a long time ago? You are very optimistic about Bairwana's future development prospects under the leadership of the Iraqi government, the Democratic and Peace Party, and the US military, and are ready to take advantage of the opportunity. Increase investment in the initial stage and look forward to greater returns in the future," Wang Zhen said with a smile.

Walid tilted his head and squinted his eyes. He couldn't believe that Wang Zhenfai worked so hard and endured such great pressure just for this little profit, so...

"What's the investment amount?" Walid thought for a while and asked. He was not afraid of the impulsive, irritable, and reckless Wang Zhen before. Commoners were always like this and were easy to manipulate.

But now this smiling Wang Zhen made him have bad memories. Yesterday, when talking about things in the government building, this guy smiled like this the whole time.

It’s just that at that time, they thought the smiling face represented cowardice...

"As for the quota..." Wang Zhen said with a smile: "The Democratic Peace Party and the Bairvanai government naturally hope that the more the better, but we all know that this is not possible, so each family should not be less than 1000 million US dollars."

"What? You are crazy, this is impossible!" Walid stood up suddenly, 1000 million, what a joke, their families are indeed rich, and their assets easily exceed 1000 million US dollars, but this does not mean that they can come up with [-] million. Millions of cash are used for investment.

Especially investing in Bairwanay, a place where the enemy has 100% control.

I don’t know if it has any prospects, but as long as you invest, someone will definitely take advantage of it!

In comparison, they prefer to invest in Tikrit, which has been rooted for hundreds of years, as it is safer.

"Nothing is impossible in this world." Wang Zhen said with a smile: "Of course, in exchange, we will not interfere with what industries you invest in. You must be very clear about what this means."

Walid thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That won't work either, I can't afford so much cash."

"No, you can!" Wang Zhen said categorically: "If you make a mistake, you will pay for it."

"What you want is investment. I've never heard of development being achieved through mandatory regulations," Waleed said.

"First of all, it is Bailwanai who wants to invest, not me!" Wang Zhen raised his hand and pointed toward the east, "Besides, whether you are willing to see it or not, it has already developed in this way."

"If it's Bairwanai, what good does that do to you? I don't understand." Walid said with a frown.

Wang Zhen shrugged, "It doesn't mean that everything must have visible and tangible benefits before you do it. Maybe you nobles are like this, but it doesn't mean that I am too. I don't deny that I kill people like crazy. , I don’t deny that I am a bad guy, but I still have my own ideals.” A faint smile appeared on Wang Zhen’s face, “I hope that through some of the things I do, Iraq can develop better.”

"I have made a lot of money here, and I want to give something back to Iraq. I hope there is a city that will eventually stand on this land from scratch under my will."

"I hope to leave my footprints here, even though I must leave here eventually."

Hearing what Wang Zhen said, Feisal's face turned red and he seemed very excited. If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to kneel down and ask Wang Zhen for his boots.

The golden hair and donkey, on the other hand, looked strange and proud.

Walid, on the other hand, had a very strange expression, looking at Wang Zhen with amusement and ridicule in his eyes, as if he was looking at an idealist destined to be destroyed by the torrent.

(End of this chapter)