Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Chapter 2057 Meeting
Mirzaoglu stayed up in the middle of the night, thinking about that photo all the time.

I couldn't figure out where this photo came from or what its purpose was. In the end, I could only classify it as a threat from political opponents.

But this is not the time for the general election, why threaten him?
The matter did not end there, and the next day Mirzaouglu saw a photo of a man and two barely clothed women who appeared to be smoking something.

On the third day, the photo of a man and a little girl came into his hands again.

The person who sent the photos had a new trick, and always handed the photos to him without him knowing, but he didn't know who the other party was.

Although he didn't know who the other party was, he clearly knew that as long as these photos were made public, his official career and his family would be ruined.

These photos are now like a knife hanging on the back of his neck, threatening to fall at any time and separate his head from his body.

Mirzaoglu didn't want to stand still, he seemed to resist or fight back, but with the gun in his hand, his eyes were blank, he didn't know where his opponent was.

On the fourth day, he waited anxiously for the photo that would appear in front of him at some point.

But unexpectedly, nothing happened that day.

Just when he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and thought that there would be no more photos, at ten o'clock in the morning on the fifth day, a note was passed to him.

There were very few words on the note, which meant that someone wanted to see him at noon and asked him to wait on the street after get off work at noon.

In the end, he reminded him not to tell anyone.

Mirzaoglu was worried. He knew that the person who wanted to see him must be related to the photo. He didn't know whether he would go or not.

Is there any danger to my life?Is safety guaranteed?
But don't go, the other party obviously has other photo evidence in his hand, once it is released, his life will be worse than death.

Mirzaoglu felt that he had no choice, whether he stretched his head or retracted his head, it was also a knife.

So during the lunch break, he walked out of the State Department as usual.

In front of the Ministry of State is a street next to a square, and beyond the square is another street.

Mirzaoglu walked across the square and stood under a tree on the other side of the square, as if waiting for a bus.

He didn't stay here for a long time. About five or six minutes later, a Mercedes-Benz stopped in front of him.

There was only one driver in the car, who was obviously a local and spoke fluent pictures.

"You are Mr. Mirzaouglu?"

Mirzaoglu nodded.

"Someone asked me to pick you up, get in the car."

Mirzaoglu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and got into the car.

The driver's skills are very skilled, and he has both sides on the streets of Tanbuer, walking through the streets and alleys.

Mirza Oulu, who grew up in a trace of Tanbul since he was a child, was stunned. Only then did he know that there are so many places he has never been to in a trace of Tanbul.

The driver circled the street for about half an hour, and finally parked the car in front of a house.

"My task is to send you here, you can get out of the car now." The driver said blankly.

Mirzaoglu got out of the car and looked around. He must have never been to this place.

But it is certain that this place is far away from the city center, and there is not a single trace of Carbon Bull's iconic buildings here.

Mirzaoglu took a deep breath and walked into the courtyard of the house.

Someone in the room came out to greet Mirzaulu like an old friend, shook hands and hugged him, and then invited Mirzaulu into the room.

To Mirzaulu's surprise, there was only one person in the room, a white man in his 30s.

He wasn't sure that the other party was Tu Er Qi, but the other party could speak Tu Er Qi fluently.

"Hello, Mr. Mirzaouglu, I am very glad to meet you. I am the manager of a company that handles troubles for others. You can call me Abbas."

In the Middle East, Abbas is a very popular name.

"Hi Mr. Abbas."

Although Mirzaouglu was flustered, he was a person who had been in a high position for a long time, and the necessary etiquette should not be forgotten.

"Mr. Mirzaouglu, please sit down."

Mirzaouglu sat down opposite Abbas.

There was also a piece of brewed tea on the table. Abbas picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Mirza-Oulu and himself.

"Mr. Mirzaoglu, let's get straight to the point. Mr. Mirzaoglu must have seen those photos, right?"

Mirzaoglu nodded.

"Mr. Mirzaouglu, a client from a foreign country entrusts me to solve a troublesome matter, and this matter is related to you."

"Mr. Abbas, just tell me if you have anything to say."

"Then let's stop beating around the bush. Five or six days ago, you rejected the request of a large ship to pass through the Dr. Prussian Strait. This matter was entrusted by the owner of the large ship, and those photos were provided by the other party."

Chinese people!
Mirzaulu's heart was instantly filled with anger and hatred, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

"Mr. Mirzaoglu, now is not the time to be arrogant. I can tell you that I still have hundreds of such photos, negatives, and even videotapes. Once these things are made public, Mr. Mirzaoglu must know what will happen. You have to think carefully about the consequences."

Mirzaoglu took a deep breath, Abbas's words made him completely sober.

Mirzaoglu picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea lightly.

The tea is good tea, with the right amount of sugar added, it is fragrant and sweet in the mouth.

"What is the other party going to do?"

"Oh, Mr. Mirzaoglu, you are pretending to be confused. Of course you let the boat pass."

"This is not acceptable, this is not in compliance with the rules." Mirzaulu's attitude became tough when he mentioned this.

"Mr. Mirzaouglu, let's not pretend to be confused. Although it is an aircraft carrier, it has no power and no weapons. It is now a civilian ship. Although the Prussian Strait is not a high sea, according to international treaties, these civilian ships have As for the right to pass, the reason why you don’t let him pass is not against the rules, and it’s because of your personal reasons, as for the reasons, I’m afraid only you know.”

"This is not my personal matter. Even if I agree, I need the approval of the State Department and the Ministry of Defense."

Abbas smiled: "You still need to deal with this. The Huaguo people said that as long as you can help get this big ship over, the Huaguo people will give you a reward of 50 yuan."

After Abbas finished speaking, he bent down and picked up a bag from the ground, and took out five bundles of rice yuan with a denomination of [-] yuan from it.

"This is [-], which is regarded as a deposit, and the final payment will be transferred to your account after the matter is completed."

Mirzaoglu hesitated.

(End of this chapter)