The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 827 International "Shared Platform"

As a mentally normal young man, Xuan Zhenyu sought help from Zhang Haonan purely out of his guilty conscience. Even with the conditions in his family's factory area in Pyongyang, a stable supply of electricity could not be guaranteed.

Without the investment from the former Soviet Union and the system of the Council for Mutual Economic Assistance, the originally complete industrial structure collapsed directly, resulting in isolated and ineffective investment.

The scale of North Korea's industrial capital was larger than that of South Korea in the twenty years before the collapse of the Soviet Union, but when denominated in US dollars, it seemed pitifully weak.

If we really want to fully introduce external capital and monetize North Korea's industrial capital, the data will be quite impressive.

Of course, there are no ifs.

On December 12, the North Korean consulate in Songjiang and the golden-haired old man's overall business delegation arrived in Shacheng one after another.

On the way, we also went to the "Zomatang Airport" in Yushan to check the progress of the airport construction.

Ron Paul, who visited China for the third time, finally met the legendary "Mr. Siegel". As a congressman, he needs to send out various signals when he comes to China. This congressman, who has the Chinese name "Ruan Pao", came to China to promote a franchise.

Regarding the project of developing the "Ryugyong Hotel" by "DJT Real Estate" under the "Trump Group", the golden-haired old man wants to get the approval of Congress.

It’s not difficult, but it’s not that difficult either. It all depends on whether you can convince some “old white men” to work together.

At present, the business of "Trump Group" in Mozgi is going very smoothly. The overall project of the "European Center" building has made the owner of the Kremlin very satisfied, and the reputation of the golden-haired old man on the east coast of North America has also risen.

Even had dinner with the smelly Hillary Clinton, and the content of the discussion was very lofty, about the natural rights of citizens, blah blah blah…

However, because he had been with Zhang Haonan for a long time in China, the old man with blond hair asked in a nonchalant way: "Mrs. Clinton, how much does it cost to convince Congress that my work in Pyongyang is to better improve the basic rights of mankind?"

Ms. Hillary did not mind and said that such charitable acts for basic human rights should be more the better. Perhaps a donation of two million US dollars to a foundation would be a very good idea.

At the same time, she had long considered donating a library to Wellesley College.

Of course, Yale University is also available.

The golden-haired old man went back and calculated with the golden abacus he bought from China, and found that it would cost more than 10 million US dollars.

Don’t ask why the library is worth more than 8 million US dollars. This is the market price, and it has to go through a charitable foundation to avoid taxes.

Why do you do this kind of thing?
Because he is kind!

Only the super rich can play like this. Is he a super rich now?

He is, but not that super. After all, the bulk of profits now come from overseas, and he is mocked by many Texas "rednecks" for not being so pure.

Fuck it, when I get mad, my neck also turns red!

"Zhang, you have to help me. I really, really need your help. As long as I can deal with that female 'stinky mandarin fish', I can go to Pyongyang for investigation."

"Are you kidding me, Don?"

As soon as Zhang Haonan saw the appearance of the golden-haired old man, he knew that he had been hooked into a black carp by the female "stinky mandarin fish" in his mouth.

What's the difference between a politician talking and farting?
The old man pronounced the three words "stinky mandarin fish" quite clearly.

However, the golden-haired old man did the right thing, which was to find people from the donkey party. If he had found people from the elephant party, there would have been no hope at all.

At least the Donkey Party has to put up a lot of pretense in terms of various "humanitarian concerns".

Regardless of whether it is true or not, this is what happened.

"I'm not kidding, Zhang. If I could conduct business in Pyongyang, I would be the most outstanding entrepreneur with international political vision on the East Coast. I would be 'Superman'."

This is not wrong.

Those who can go to Mozge and Pyongyang to plant flags everywhere are definitely a plus in the eyes of the "old white men".

"So how can I help you?"

"Look, we can sit down and talk now, right?"

"Yes."

"What if, in addition to the six parties, a completely unrelated seventh party is introduced? I mean everyone thinks it is irrelevant, there is no political rhetoric, no sovereignty dispute, no historical relationship... Anyway, there is nothing."

It seems that the golden-haired old man met a local "smart guy" in Florida, and the "prescription" he wrote is indeed interesting.

"United Nations?"

"of course not!"

The denial was quite loud, and the blond old man gestured with his hands as he spoke, "You see, this requires a place with economic strength but no friction with the ideologies of all parties. In this way, Pyongyang will definitely be relatively relaxed, and the people in Congress just need to make money from here. Of course, I also want to make some money."

"so?"

"S, C, P!"

When these three letters were spoken, Boss Zhang almost thought that the old man was saying "yes, rpg!" Anyway, the momentum was similar.

"The 'Sand City Peace Organization' will not get involved in any political friction, Tang. When we bought this land, whether it was Frank or Britain, whether it was the Lower Nile Federal Republic or the White Nile Federal Republic, it was not just for money, but for peace. We are all people with conscience."

"..."

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"..."

When Boss Zhang said this, Ron Paul, who had been sitting next to him, almost laughed out loud. As a politician, he rarely saw people more shameless than politicians.

But what should I say, this is good, no, this is great.

"This is it! This is it!"

The blond old man suddenly got excited, and gestured with his index fingers on both hands, "Peace! What is all this for? Of course it's peace! Zhang, SCP is a peaceful organization, a peaceful associate member of the United Nations, and a member of the peaceful world family. The whole world is a big family, right?"

"Lumu Ti", just come out of my mouth.

Boss Zhang was impressed to see that this old guy had actually found a theoretical basis.

It’s worth mentioning that since its establishment, the "Sand City Peace Organization" has not had any disputes with any country or region, especially the source of sovereignty has nothing to do with the Federal Republic of the White Nile and the Federal Republic of the Lower Nile. The little money paid at the beginning was just to make friends.

In particular, the two historical neighbors have both given up their sovereignty claims over the current territory of the "Sand City Peace Organization". On this barren land, there are no people, no rivers, no jungles, no grasslands, only sand...

Even the "sand" in "Sand City" can be completely interpreted as the local natural environment in Chinese...

Gan.

It's pretty damn reasonable.

The golden-haired old man really needs a platform that is not involved in anything, especially when he was having dinner with the female "stinky mandarin fish" in New York, and he learned another problem that needed to be solved from the other party.

That is, how to make the Chinese feel that they are not interfering.

Yes, that is a problem.

He needs an international reputation to support his business activities in North America. If he has no choice, it is not impossible to cooperate with "foreskin people".

Now you have a choice...

"I don't understand, Tang, why are you so persistent?"

"That's the dream of my generation, Zhang. You see, there was a 'forgotten war' there, right?"

"Fuck it, that's you. No one here will forget it."

"OKOKOK, it's ours, our 'Forgotten War', okay?"

"Yes, please continue."

"You see, if someone can break through the blockade and land in Pyongyang, and it is someone other than a diplomat, whether it is a soldier, a lawyer, a writer or something else, in short, since the collapse of the World Trade Center, heroes are needed. It is best to be a superhero, and I am this superhero now."

"..."

Boss Zhang was suddenly speechless. His brain circuit was not enough to understand America's conscious logic, but at least the words of this golden-haired old man were self-consistent and did not sound like nonsense.

Seeing that Zhang Haonan didn't seem to believe it, the blond old man quickly said and gestured, "MJ, you know what I mean, Zhang? After all, you are a young man."

"Of course, I still know Michael Jackson."

"Do not!!!!"

The blond old man grabbed his hair with both hands and yelled, "Not this Michael, it's Michael Jordan, the one who plays basketball. His comeback is also a 'show', understand? The hero returns, Superman returns, every American idiot likes this."

"OK, Don, relax. Now I understand exactly what you mean."

Raising his hand to calm the old man, Boss Zhang then asked, "So, you want to be the Michael Jordan of Pyongyang?"

"Completely correct!"

Then the blond old man waved his hand, "The Peninsula is the basketball court, and Pyongyang is the three-second penalty zone. In the last second of the game, I changed hands in the air and put the ball into the basket! Bang! The game is over, and the victory belongs to the hero!"

The old man who was into the role even pursed his lips and shrugged, saying: "When changing hands in the air, change hands at least twice, it's cooler that way."

“……” Ron Paul, who was almost laughing, finally laughed this time.

"Is it funny Ron? Huh? Did I say funny?"

"Of course not, Donald, I just thought that if things go well, we will all gain fame and fortune."

"us?"

Zhang Haonan turned his head and asked, "Will Mr. Paul also be involved?"

"Why not? I am a politician and I should speak for the people."

"Welcome to China, Mr. Paul."

Boss Zhang became serious and excited.

He is so shameless that he is very suitable to be my partner.

"Just call me Ron, or my Chinese name... Ruan Pao."

"..."

Why the hell did this guy insist on using this name?

After entering the state, the golden-haired old man's thoughts became much clearer. He said to Zhang Haonan, "Zhang, you don't need to ask your government to do anything. There is no responsibility here. You just need to connect with SCP. Each party will connect with SCP. The project will not involve any of the six parties because the funds are from SCP. Sanctions or embargoes are the business of the six parties and have nothing to do with SCP. SCP is just carrying out the humanitarian cause of the six-party consensus..."

Boss Zhang was a little surprised when he saw the old man talking. Once this smart guy gained control of the situation, his thinking was clear and his actions were agile.

The key is……

It's really feasible.

If we replace them with ordinary small-time countries, such as Singapore or other developed countries in Western Europe like the Netherlands, it will be useless because there is no basis of trust between each other.

The SCP, or "Sand City Peace Organization", is actually the "king", "commander-in-chief", "chief", "king" or some other weird title, and it's actually Zhang Haonan himself.

This person has good relations with any of the six parties. Even "Valodia" of the Kremlin can't wait to prepare a medal for him. It's a pity that the opportunity is not ripe now. Boss Zhang has lost the feasibility of visiting Russia alone and can only wait for an opportunity.

But one thing is certain, there is definitely no problem with Ross.

There's no problem in America either.

There is no problem in the country, and there is even less problem with Japan.

The rest are North Korea and South Korea.

Is there a problem?

no problem.

"Tang, I suddenly thought of something."

"What is it?"

"Do you think I have the makings of an international statesman?"

"With all due respect, Zhang, you appear to have the stature of Peter the Great, the fearlessness of Roosevelt, the determination of Stalin, and the sense of humor of Churchill."

“Why did Churchill have a sense of humor?”

"Because he looks funny."

"Fake Squid~"

But no matter what, judging from the current situation, among the organizations and individuals in the world that are qualified, capable, have broad official credibility and basic moral standards, "Comrade Zhang Haonan" or "Mr. Siegel" are very suitable to serve as excellent international platforms.

Boss Zhang pondered for a while and changed his perspective on the problem and himself. He found that from the perspective of the golden-haired old man, he was indeed the best foreign aid.

I am Chinese, but everyone can pretend that SCP is not.

"So..." Zhang Haonan pondered for a moment, "What role will Ron play in this?"

"Please allow me to explain a little, Mr. Zhang."

Ron Paul was quite calm. He felt that he was about to convince the "Dear Mr. Siegel" in front of him. With his help, he would gain fame and fortune together with Donald.

Maybe I can run for president in the future.

After organizing his words a little, Ron Paul looked at Zhang Haonan and said, "Dear Mr. Zhang, first of all, I think I can become an official of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Commerce, or the Economic and Trade Commission of the SCP."

"Walter?"

"Please don't be surprised. Of course, I'm not the only one I'm going to hire. You can also hire people from North Korea, South Korea, and your country to be my colleagues. We don't have to exercise departmental authority. After all, to be on the safe side, you can become the king of SCP. The power comes from your will. We are in these departments just to balance the distrust between each other. The power still belongs to SCP."

I know how to have fun. I really know how to have fun.

However, this kind of operation was nothing in old Europe, but it was very normal in ancient China.

For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there was a case of "hanging the seals of six countries", but now it is reversed, "six ministers hang the seal of one country"...

A whole hodgepodge.

It has a touch of "Holy Roman Imperialism".

The sense of déjà vu was so strong that Boss Zhang couldn't help but think of the "Rural Supply and Marketing Cooperative."

damn it……

I am a "sharing platform" in China, so I have to be a "sharing platform" when I go internationally?
Then wouldn’t I be earning foreign exchange and doing international trade for nothing?

"I need to think about it."

Boss Zhang said he would think about it, but in fact he had no intention of considering it. He just wanted to give feedback to the central government on the feasibility of this bold operation.

Especially by doing so, which completely jumps out of the framework of the United Nations, will the "non-permanent members" of the Security Council bark a few words?
"Please think about it carefully, Zhang. Please."

He said "please" several times in a row, and his eyes were not much better than "Hu Hu"'s greedy chicken leg.

"Don't be too anxious, Tang, we are close comrades."

"absolute!"

This time, the golden-haired old man was obviously very concerned and he shook hands with Boss Zhang seriously when he left.

When someone thought about this, Boss Zhang still found it outrageous.

I called Jingcheng in the evening and talked for twenty minutes. In the end, I got an ambiguous reply of "you can give it a try".

What does "you can give it a try" mean?
How do we calculate if it succeeds?
What if it fails?
Boss Zhang was confused, so he ran to discuss with the bald old man. He also held a conference call to let "Dao Ji" get on board and give him advice.

"Didn't the North Korean consulate say they were coming to visit and inspect?"

"Come over tomorrow morning. What do you mean? Tell them directly?"

"Why not? It's absolutely possible. And think about it, why would the North Korean consulate take the initiative to come to visit Shacheng? In fact, it's a visit to you, right?"

"Yeah, that's true."

"So based on the current situation, what is the approximate food shortage in North Korea?"

"About 1.4 million tons."

"It's so sweet..."

The bald old man was stunned for a moment. He calculated the population of North Korea and immediately said, "This famine is quite serious."

In fact, the old man also estimated the hunger rate, and felt it was over 30%, which was a bit outrageous, so he didn't say it out.

But this further supported his judgment, and he immediately said: "Then judging from the current situation, North Korea must be in urgent need of external assistance to alleviate internal difficulties. However, it cannot compromise by selling out its core interests. At this time, if there is a buffer unit, it will definitely not be easily missed."

The bald old man didn't know much about the United Nations, nor did he plan to learn about it. In his opinion, Zong Sang currently had a "heavenly card" in his hand, and the resources and benefits that could be exchanged were not too many.

Politics, economy and military can all be exchanged.

But for Zong Sang in front of him, politics or military affairs are of no use.

Of course, the same is true for the bald old man.

"What do you mean?"

"My opinion is not important. We can first ask the local comrades in the neighboring provinces and cities of North Korea for their thoughts and opinions, and then ask the central government for its opinions. We can communicate with multiple parties and departments, and then study which ones are beneficial to us. Among these favorable areas, which part can avoid provoking any external party, and which part can be discussed in depth, we must make detailed subdivisions and prepare response plans one by one."

"..."

Boss Zhang suddenly felt that if this old guy were reborn, he would be even more amazing.

So he asked, "Old Coffin, are you interested in becoming the Foreign Minister of the Sand City Peace Organization?"

(End of this chapter)