Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 147 Environmental Protection Mascot

"Regarding carbon emission reduction, both we and those experts and scholars have called for many times." Han Feng continued: "But such repetition is worthless, the European people have been desensitized to a considerable extent, so We have to find someone they're interested in to reinforce the public's awareness."

"But we've bought in Hollywood ... we've persuaded a lot of stars, especially European-born stars, and the effect doesn't seem to be obvious."

"Stars are still not eye-catching enough. You have used the same trick too many times with vegetarianism and artificial meat." Han Feng shrugged: "The problem now is not that our voices are low, but that Europeans are concerned about carbon. The topic of reducing emissions is almost automatically dismissed, their ears are plugged, and it may be difficult to continue to turn up the volume, but it is easy to remove their earplugs."

When Han Feng said this, his body moved forward slightly, and he moved closer to Musk: "We find a little girl who is underage, and tell all these contents through her mouth. The more exaggerated, the more curious, and the more Unbelievable is better."

"Little girl..." Musk seemed to think of something. First, he frowned slightly and showed a weird smile, and then changed back to his normal expression in an instant: "Let me think about it."

Although it is not clear what the other party is hesitating about, based on Han Feng's understanding of Musk's behavior, he can be sure that this guy's entanglement is definitely not a moral issue, so he continued: "Mr. Musk knows that Anders Behring Bray Is this Vic?"

A slightly unfamiliar name made the pensive Musk show a blank expression, but soon he searched for a related event from his mind: "The shooting in Oslo, Norway?"

"That's right, he killed 71 people and was sentenced to only 21 years in the end." Han Feng looked down at the dark red liquid in the wine glass in front of him: "There will be some people in the world who are obsessed with taking the moral high ground, even at the expense of Giving up practical benefits for this reason, I call this kind of mentality the Madonna complex, and according to my observations over the years, people in Scandinavian countries like Sweden and Norway have this kind of mentality the most serious.”

"You mean they will do the same when it comes to environmental issues?"

"Yes, we need a person who is impeccable in morality and identity. It is almost impossible to find such a person in the world of adults." Han Feng reached out and knocked on the table: "But minors can , even if she made any mistakes in the past, no one would dare to publicly accuse her."

Although Musk still didn't give an answer right away, his expression was obviously different this time.

If he was still judging whether Han Feng's idea was correct just now, he had already started to think about the feasibility of this idea and how to persuade more people from the same camp as him to join in.

Seeing this, Han Feng also knew that this kind of matter could not be settled by two people who met for the first time, so he didn't continue to entangle on this topic: "If Mr. Musk can't make up his mind for a while, why not?" Leave a contact information, I think there are still many places we can cooperate on environmental protection issues."

After lunch, there will be a very high-level real-academic meeting, so Han Feng is going to go back to his room to rest for a few hours. In addition to running around on the road these days, he is negotiating, which is really exhausting. Leila, who has not been driving, is very tired. In spirit, Guan Hanfeng wanted to leave the car keys and said he was going to visit the city of Vienna.

……

Considering that it is impossible for most important people to stay here for too long, there will be a large banquet hosted by the meeting party on the first night of the meeting, which is the most lively and important part of the whole process.

Han Feng originally made an appointment with Leila to meet at the entrance of the main venue, but the latter didn't show up for a long time, which made him a little entangled in whether to call and ask about the situation.

But at this moment, a familiar voice sounded from behind.

"Han!"

"Layla..."

Han Feng turned his head, but just when he called out the other party's name, he was shocked by Leila's attire in front of him.

The other party did not know where to get a black evening dress, the delicate fabric was tightly attached to the uneven lines of the upper body, a light blue shawl was draped over the bare shoulders, and a cloud-like pattern was formed around the waist. The pleats, the skirt is soft and spreads out and hangs naturally to the ground, perfectly covering up the legs that are a bit too thick in terms of proportion. Leila's height is not much shorter than Han Feng's, and she is even taller after wearing high heels. The latter is slightly higher.

"Aren't you going in?"

Leila was obviously satisfied with Han Feng's reaction when she saw her, she walked to Han Feng's side with a smile, and gently raised a hand towards him.

"Go in, the dinner should be about to start." Han Feng took a deep breath, but he still didn't fully recover. He turned around stiffly before he realized it, and then he turned around and gently held Leila's hand.

Due to frequent holding of guns and knives, Leila's knuckles are a bit thick, and the skin on the inside of her fingers is also relatively rough, but for Han Feng, such hand feeling is not a shortcoming.

Of course, in his two lifetimes combined, this is the first time he has held hands with a woman who is not related by blood, so there is no condition for him to compare with others.

"You have been wearing this dress?" Han Feng and Leila showed their meeting certificates at the door, and were led into the dinner party by the waiter.

"Of course not." Compared to Han Feng next to her, Leila looked much calmer: "I went to Vienna to buy it in the afternoon, because I didn't have time to order it, so...it doesn't fit very well."

Hearing these words, Han Feng glanced quickly, and found that from the side, there was indeed a part of the body that was very tense, but...

This misfit can be a little more.

"It's already very good." Han Feng pulled Leila through the crowd in twos and threes in the venue, and he was going to find Oliver or Musk first.

Meanwhile, along a road in western Homs province, Syria.

Taking advantage of the last rays of the setting sun, Major Colonel Anwar Amin poked his head out from the top of the turret of a BRDM2 armored reconnaissance vehicle, looking at the people fleeing from the east like a tide, and the disorganized army rout military.

Since being forced to evacuate his home town about four years ago, Anwar's troops have fought in various places as a police unit. Although Anwar and all his men hold military ranks, they have not received systematic supervision. Military training, so for a long time, it was only responsible for maintaining law and order in the area controlled by the Damascus regime, and carried out some anti-infiltration work by the way.

But three days ago, he received an order from his superiors to lead a team to the east of Kayatain to support the government forces in order to stop the offensive of extremist organizations and opposition forces.

Obviously, the situation on the front line is quite dire, and it has reached the point where they need to be dispatched as policemen.

Although they were mentally prepared, when they arrived near Katayain, they were still shocked by the complete chaos here.

The major's subordinates are less than 200 people, and they are completely unfamiliar with the surrounding terrain. It is impossible to face the enemy with high morale in this endless desert.

"Raj, bring your men to me!" Anwar shouted into the walkie-talkie over his shoulder. Raj was the squad leader of the platoon security squad at his battalion headquarters, and he was also brought out from the police station in his hometown.

After a while, a very young non-commissioned officer who looked less than 20 years old trotted all the way to the side of the BRDM armored vehicle, followed by 10 people.

"Major, you are looking for me."

"You take a squad from the 1st company and go to the road to collect the retreated soldiers. Pay special attention to their ranks. If there are officers, send them to me as soon as possible." Anwar pointed to a few hundred meters away Said the road that was almost blocked by fleeing vehicles and people.

He needed to know what was going on at the front and whether there were any other government forces nearby.

"But...they just escaped from the battlefield, what if they don't want to go back?" Raj asked a very realistic question.

"If you are an ordinary soldier, let them go and don't conflict with your own people. If you are an officer, you have to tie him up." Anwar's battlefield experience is actually not much, so he can't make up his mind Shoot at the deserters on his own side, but judging from his experience in the rear in the past few years, most of these soldiers who fled back collapsed due to huge mental pressure. As long as there is a backbone who can reorganize, they can still fight again .

In the past four years, the Syrian government forces can be said to have retreated steadily. If one has to find some benefits from repeated defeats, those who have two hearts have already run to the opposite side, and the remaining The people below don't say how capable they are, but their loyalty is at least guaranteed.

About 20 minutes later, Raj came back to Anwar with a middle-aged man wearing a tattered jacket and a beard: "Major, we have gathered dozens of deserters, but there are no officers among them. This is the Sergeant."

"Okay." Anwar jumped off the BRDM and stared at the old sergeant a few times: "Sergeant, which unit are you from? What's the situation on the front line now?"

"I...my name is Branagh, sir." The sergeant replied in a slightly trembling voice: "From the 17th Reserve Mechanized Division, at noon today, the defense line near Katayain...has been broken through gone."

Although he already had a premonition, Anwar still felt dizzy after hearing the news. The terrain of Syria as a whole is flat, but there are still some mountains that are not easy to pass through, such as the former Lebanon Mountains in Homs Province. Once breached there, extremist groups could easily threaten the northern part of Damascus province.

"Didn't they catch up?"

Anwar took two deep breaths to stabilize his mind and asked.

"I don't know. When we were defeated, Kayatain still had some small troops resisting. They may...maybe still clearing up." Sergeant Branagh replied.

(End of this chapter)