I am reborn without a pattern

As a young man with normal psychology, Xuan Zhenyu sought help from Zhang Haonan entirely out of uneasy conscience. Even if his family's conditions in the Pyongyang factory area were like that, a stable supply of electricity could not be guaranteed.

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

The industrial capital scale of North Korea was larger than that of South Korea twenty years before the collapse of the Soviet Union. However, it was reflected in the currency denomination of the U.S. dollar, and it seemed pitifully weak.

If we really want to completely introduce external capital and monetize North Korea's industrial capital, there will be quite beautiful data.

Of course, there are no ifs.

On December 12, the North Korean Consulate in Songjiang and the general business delegation of the golden-haired old man arrived in Shacheng.

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

Ron Paul, who came to China for the third time, finally met the legendary "Mr. Siegel". As a congressman, he needs to send various signals when he comes to China. This congressman has the Chinese name of "Ruan Pao" , this trip is 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 approval from Congress.

The difficulty is not high, it all depends on whether you can convince some "old white men" to cooperate.

At present, the "Trump Group" business in Mozig is going very smoothly. The overall project of the "European Center" building makes the owner of the Kremlin very satisfied, and the reputation of the golden retriever on the east coast of North America has also increased.

Even having dinner with the smelly Ms. Hillary, the discussion was very high-level, about the natural rights of citizens...

However, because he had been hanging out with Zhang Haonan in China for a long time, the golden-haired old man asked in a puzzled manner: "Mrs. Clinton, I want you to convince Congress that my career in Pyongyang is to better improve the basic rights of human beings... This How much does it cost?”

Ms. Hillary didn't mind, and said that of course the more the merrier would be for this kind of charitable act for basic human rights. Maybe it would be a good idea for a foundation to donate two million US dollars.

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

Of course, so does Yale.

The golden-haired old man went back and calculated with the gold abacus he bought from China. It would cost more than 10 million fucking dollars.

Don't ask why the library is worth more than $8 million. That's the going rate, and you have to use a damn charitable foundation to avoid taxes.

Why do you want to do this kind of thing?

Because he is good!

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

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

Fake Squid, when I get angry, my neck is also red!

"Zhang, you have to help me. I really, really need your help. As long as I get rid of the female 'stinky mandarin fish', I can go to Pyongyang for inspection."

"Are you kidding me, Don?"

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

What's the difference between politicians talking and farting?

The old man said the word "stinky mandarin fish" quite eloquently.

But the old man with a bit of blond hair did the right thing, that is, he was looking for someone from the Donkey Party. If he was looking for someone from the Elephant Party, there would be no chance at all.

The Donkey Party must at least put up a lot of "humanistic care" in various aspects.

Regardless of whether it's true or not, that's just the way it is.

"I'm not kidding, Zhang, if I could start a 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 at all.

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

"So how can I help you?"

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

"That's right."

"What if, in addition to the six parties, a seventh party is introduced that is completely irrelevant? I mean everyone thinks it is irrelevant. There is no political rhetoric, no sovereignty disputes, no historical relations...anything."

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

"United Nations?"

"Of course not!"

He was quite loud when he denied it. The golden-haired old man followed his words and gestured blindly, "You see, this needs a place with economic strength but no friction with the ideologies of all parties. In this way, Pyongyang will definitely be relatively relaxed, and Congress will People just need to make money from here, and of course, I also want to make some money.”

"so?"

"S, C, P!"

When he said these three letters, Boss Zhang almost thought that the old man was saying "yes, RPG!", but the momentum was similar anyway.

"The 'Sand City Peace Organization' will not get involved in any political friction, Don. When the land was bought by 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 money. Peace. We are all people of conscience.”

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

But how to say it, this is good, no, this is great.

"That's it! That's it!"

The golden-haired old man suddenly got excited, and gestured with his index fingers, "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?"

"Famu Lei", he said it right away.

Seeing that this old guy really found a theoretical basis, Boss Zhang also admired it.

Not to mention, since the establishment of the "Shacheng Peace Organization", it has not had any disputes with any countries and regions, especially the source of sovereignty has nothing to do with the White Nile Federal Republic and the Lower Nile Federal Republic. The little money paid at the beginning was all to make friends.

Especially the two neighbors in history have given up their sovereignty claims over the current territory of the "Sand City Peace Organization". There are no people, no rivers, no jungles, no grasslands, only sand on this barren land...

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

Fuck.

It's pretty reasonable.

The golden-haired old man really needs a platform that doesn't touch anything, especially when he was dining with the female "stinky mandarin fish" in New York, he got another problem that needs to be solved from the other party.

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

Yes, this is a problem.

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

Now there is a choice...

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

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

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

"OKOKOK, it's ours, our 'forgotten war', okay?"

"Yes, please continue."

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

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Boss Zhang was suddenly speechless. His brain circuit was not enough to understand the consciousness logic of America, but at least the words of this golden-haired old man were self-consistent and didn't seem to be nonsense.

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

"Of course, I still know Michael Jackson."

"No!!!!"

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

"OK, Tang, relax. Now I completely understand what you mean."

Raised his hand to appease To calm the old man's mood, Boss Zhang said, "So, you want to be the Michael Jordan of Pyongyang?"

"Absolutely right!"

Then the golden-haired 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 play also pursed his lips and shrugged, saying, "When changing hands in the air, change hands at least twice, that's cooler."

"..."

Ron Paul, who almost laughed, finally laughed this time.

"Is it funny, Ron? Huh? Did I say it's funny?"

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

"We?"

Zhang Haonan turned his head, "Will Mr. Paul also participate?"

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

"Welcome to China, Mr. Paul."

Boss Zhang was solemn and excited.

So shameless, very suitable to be his 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 at this time, and he said to Zhang Haonan, "Zhang, you don't need to ask your government to do anything, there is no responsibility here. Just connect with SCP, each party will connect with SCP, and the project will not involve any of the six parties, because the funds are from SCP. Sanctions or embargoes are the affairs of the six parties, and have nothing to do with SCP. SCP is just implementing the humanitarian cause of the six-party consensus..."

Looking at the old man talking, Boss Zhang was also a little surprised. Once this smart IQ occupies the high ground, he really has clear thoughts and agile operations.

The key is...

It is really feasible.

If it is replaced by an ordinary small country, such as Singapore or other Western European developed countries like the Netherlands, it will be useless, because there is no basis for trust between each other.

And SCP, or the "Sand City Peace Organization", is actually the "king", "commander-in-chief", "chief", "king" or any other name, Zhang Haonan himself.

This person has a good relationship with any of the six parties. Even "Valodia" in 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 Ross alone and can only wait for an opportunity.

But one thing can be confirmed, Ross is definitely fine.

There is no problem in America.

There is no problem in China, and there is no problem with the Japanese.

The rest is 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 temperament of an international politician?"

"Excuse me, Zhang, you look like Peter the Great, Roosevelt's fearlessness, Stalin's determination, and Churchill's sense of humor."

"Why is Churchill humorous?"

"Because he looks funny."

"Fuck~"

But anyway, from the current situation, among the organizations and individuals in the world that are qualified, capable, have extensive official credit, and have basic moral standards, "Comrade Zhang Haonan" or "Mr. Siegel" are very suitable to serve as excellent international platforms.

Boss Zhang pondered for a while, changed his perspective to look at the problem and himself, and he found that if he looked at it from the perspective of the golden-haired old man, he was indeed the best foreign aid.

He is 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 with Donald.

Maybe he could run for the 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 SCP."

"Walter?"

"Please don't be surprised. Of course, I am not just hiring me. You can also hire people from North Korea, South Korea and your country to be my colleagues. We don't have to exercise departmental power. After all, for the sake of safety, 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."

Know how to play, really know how to play.

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

For example, during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, there were cases of "hanging the seals of six countries", but now it's reversed, "six ministers hang the seals of one country"...

It's a big hodgepodge.

It's quite "Holy Roman Imperialism".

It's just that the sense of déjà vu is too strong, which makes Boss Zhang think of "rural supply and marketing cooperatives".

Fuck...

I'm a "sharing platform" in China, and I have to be a "sharing platform" when I run internationally?

Wouldn't I earn foreign exchange and do international trade in vain?

"I need to think about it."

Boss Zhang said he would think about it, but he didn't actually plan to think about it. He just wanted to give feedback to the central government on the feasibility of this operation.

Especially if he did it this way, it would completely jump out of the framework of the United Nations. Would the "non-permanent members" of the Security Council bark?

"You must think about it carefully, Zhang, please."

Please said several times, and his eyes were not much better than "Hu Hu" greedy for chicken legs.

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

"Absolutely!"

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

When he was thinking about this alone, Boss Zhang still felt it was outrageous.

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

What does "you can give it a try" mean?

What if it succeeds?

What if it doesn't?

Boss Zhang was confused, so he went to discuss with the bald old man, and by the way, he held a telephone conference and asked "Daoji" to join in and also consult.

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

"Come over tomorrow morning, what's the point? Just tell them directly?"

"Why not? It's totally fine. And think about it, why would the North Korean consulate take the initiative to visit Shacheng? It's actually visiting you, right?"

"Yeah, that's true."

"Then based on the current situation, how much is North Korean food shortage?"

"About 1.4 million tons."

"Damn..."

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

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

But this further supported his judgment, and he immediately said: "Then from the current situation, North Koreans must be in urgent need of external assistance to alleviate internal difficulties. However, they can't compromise by selling out their core interests. At this time, if they can have a buffer unit, they will definitely not miss it easily."

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

Politics, economy, and military can all be exchanged.

But for the Zong Sang in front of him, politics and military are useless.

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 ideas and opinions, and then ask the central government for its opinions, communicate with multiple parties and departments, and then study which ones are beneficial to us. And among these favorable places, which part can not stimulate one of the external parties, which part can be discussed in depth, we must do a good job of segmentation, and prepare response plans one by one."

"..."

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

So he asked: "Old Coffin, are you interested in coming to the 'Sand City Peace Organization' as Foreign Minister?"