Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

As soon as Carter left, Hu Zhenhua's face turned cold.

"Play Infernal Affairs with me?"

In fact, Hu Zhenhua was not sure whether this was a trap or whether Carter was really helping.

Since it is impossible to judge, Lao Hu will definitely not take the risk. After all, it is not worth it for a few car heads, and it is not the information of an atomic bomb.

The general traction locomotive is just more powerful, but it is not 100% capable of pulling heavy-loaded trains.

Hu Zhenhua called Zhuge Lin over, explained the whole story to him, and then ordered

"Call Jones. I'll accept any offer within a 20% premium. If the other party's offer is too high, just reject it!"

"understand!"

……

A day later, at Haitian Villa, three white men were waiting by the phone, anxiously!

They are Jones, Jimla, and Henry!

Jones has already made an offer to Zhuge Lin, with a premium of double the price, and asked for a reply by 3:00 p.m. at the latest.

If TA accepts this offer, then Hu Zhenhua is definitely suspicious. A businessman who isn't after profit is after technology. And who will he give the technology to? It'll be to the Red Post.

Henry was extremely worried. If anything happened to Hu Zhenhua, the US would suffer heavy losses. The preferential loans granted to his company alone exceeded 10 billion US dollars. Add to that the loans from commercial banks, and the total losses from US companies' investments in the industrial zone and the Danyang Expressway would exceed 40 billion US dollars. This didn't even include the money Hu Zhenhua had profited from selling protective clothing.

The financial loss is secondary. What's more serious is that the United States has been dealt a heavy blow. This loss of reputation will cause the United States' deterrent power to plummet. A large number of officials will suffer as a result, and perhaps even the president will have to step down.

In just five minutes, Henry looked at his watch seven times. When the hour hand pointed to three o'clock, he breathed a sigh of relief!

Zhuge Lin did not accept this offer, which means they felt it was not cost-effective. This was purely a commercial act.

Good luck!

At 3:01, the phone rang, and Henry's heart was lifted.

Jimla was also shocked. If there was really something wrong with Hu Zhenhua, it would be a serious dereliction of duty on the part of the Intelligence Bureau!

Jones took the phone and said excitedly,

"Hello, this is the General Office, I'm Jones!"

Zhuge Lin's lazy voice rang out from the receiver.

"Hello, Mr. Jones! I'm Zhuge Lin from TA Company. I have a few words to say regarding your quotation!"

"Speaking!"

Zhuge Lin's voice came from the receiver again.

"Mr. Jones, there's an idiom in China called 'short-sightedness,' and it's tailor-made for you! You've given up the vast Chinese market for a tiny profit. American locomotives won't be able to enter this country for 20 years. We've lost a golden opportunity to promote our products and capture the market! I've learned from their planning department that their planned railway mileage is 2 kilometers! Now, I'll give you another chance. Give me these four locomotives for free! I'll only give you five minutes to consider! Start the clock now!"

Jones was ridiculed by Zhuge Lin and was asked to give away the car head for free. His mind went blank and he was completely lost. He didn't know what to do!

This time, this move wasn't Jones's idea, but the brainchild of the Intelligence Bureau. If he loses the Chinese market, the board of directors won't let him off the hook!

It took Jones two minutes to react and he looked at Henry, hoping he could give him some advice.

Henry ignored it. He was an old politician and would never take any risks!

Jones looked at Jimla again, who was fidgeting and unable to offer any advice.

If he agrees, he will have to bear the risk and may even have to compensate General Motors for its losses.

If you don’t agree, you will completely offend General Motors!

I'm in a dilemma, so I might as well just lie down and play dead!

Jones saw that neither of them could be relied upon, and quickly said to the phone,

"Mr. Zhuge Lin, please give me an hour. I will report to Mr. Theodore immediately and will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"

A sneer came from the receiver.

"One more minute!"

"gentlemen……"

"55 seconds left!"

Jones was drenched in cold sweat. He was thinking of a countermeasure quickly in his mind, but in such a hurry, his brain was completely out of control.

Suddenly, there was a beep from the receiver. Jones looked at his watch and found that the deadline had arrived!

When the dust settled, he actually breathed a sigh of relief!

Henry was frightened for no reason and was very unhappy. He shouted,

"Director Jimla, please write a detailed report and submit it to the National Security Council. If there's something fishy about Hu Zhenhua, why didn't your intelligence agency detect it earlier? This is a serious dereliction of duty! If there's nothing fishy about him, what's the basis for your suspicions?"

Jimla was so confused that he thought to himself: It's not me who has doubts, it's the director of the General Administration who has doubts.

But he couldn't say this, so he decided to find a scapegoat.

"Carter has always been in charge of the handover with Hu Zhenhua. Perhaps you should ask him?"

Henry threw the teacup onto the table. It fell over with a loud bang, rolled around, and broke into pieces on the ground. He said sternly,

"I'll ask Mr. Carter. Now I'm asking you!"

Jimla was scolded in front of outsiders and felt a little embarrassed. He gave Jones a look, suggesting him to leave. Jones didn't want to get involved in their dog-eat-dog fight, so he walked out of the room and went straight to the telegraph office to report the matter to President Theodore.

After Jones left, Jimla said angrily,

"Mr. Henry, Hu Zhenhua is too close to the Communist Party. Many of his actions are aiding the enemy. The Intelligence Bureau can doubt everything. This is our duty! Also, it is said that Hu Zhenhua has joined the Communist Party. We are verifying this!"

Henry was enraged and roared,

"Of course, your intelligence agency can doubt everything, but please don't focus your efforts on your own people! I can tell you clearly now that Hu Zhenhua has indeed joined the Communist Party, and this is approved by the White House. Aren't you suspicious of him? Why haven't you investigated this matter? I doubt your professional ability!"

Jimla: @&

Henry's news really shocked him. Jimla immediately caught the loophole in his words and retorted,

"The Intelligence Bureau is responsible for intelligence work. Why didn't you inform us and acted alone? Don't you trust us?"

Henry immediately retorted,

"Hu Zhenhua joined the Party to safeguard the safety of American capital in China and to export its values. He's not a spy, so how could he have anything to do with your intelligence agency?"

"But……"

Henry interrupted him with a wave of his hand and scolded him,

"Stop making excuses! You can doubt him, but please provide solid evidence! If you make groundless accusations and interfere with the White House's decision-making next time, I will be forced to doubt your motives!"

Jimla sat down angrily, too angry to say anything.

Henry didn't intend to let him go, he lit a cigarette and said slowly,

"Chief Jimla, I have a fable I want to share with you!"

"There's a contest to choose the best animal on the farm. Some people say the dog should be chosen because dogs guard the house, but others object, saying dogs bark all the time and often scare passersby.

Some people say that cats are chosen because they can catch mice, but some people say that cats often knock things down and steal fish.

Others say that cows should be chosen because they do the heavy work and can provide fresh milk, but some people object, saying that cows walk slowly and are not efficient at work!

Finally, the pig was elected because he slept all day and did nothing, which was good for him.

Jimla was furious when he heard this! Henry's fable satirized the intelligence agency's tendency to find fault with those who worked hard, while remaining indifferent to those who were cunning and treacherous.

Henry didn't give him a chance to get angry at all, and said coldly,

"I want to meet with General Xie Zhiyu, please arrange it!"

After saying that, he stood up and left, cleanly and neatly, leaving Jimla in a mess!

This fable was told by Hu Zhenhua to Henry. After the bullet flew for a few days, it landed on Jimla.