Eagle Sauce: The 055 destroyer was launched into the sea just after the founding of the country?

Inside the "Beehive" and "Jiutian" bases of the Great Wall Military Factory, General Chen and Commander Jiang Chaoyang were rejoicing and excited about the "devil weapons" that could subvert the future form of warfare.

On the other side of the world, Moscow, the Kremlin.

A Gulfstream business jet without any national identification, "escorted" by two MiG-17 fighter jets, landed silently on a dedicated runway at Vnukovo International Airport.

The people who walked off the plane were none other than the special envoys secretly sent by the new American president with the mission of "selling out the country for survival."

However, what greeted them was not the red carpet and welcome ceremony they had imagined, but two black "Volga" cars with closed windows and several KGB officers with expressionless faces and eyes as cold as the Siberian permafrost.

The special envoy delegation was represented by Secretary of State Sullivan. This veteran politician, who had just been humiliated by Dragon Nation Ambassador Liu Shuang at the Blue Star United Assembly, now looked gloomier than the December sky in Moscow.

He is accompanied by several heavyweights representing the interests of Wall Street and the military-industrial complex. They are the real financial backers behind this "surrender" negotiation.

They were taken directly to the Kremlin. But what awaited them was not Joseph himself, nor a warm reception room or hot tea, but a huge, empty, and even somewhat drafty hall.

On the wall of the hall hangs a huge portrait of the former leader of the Russian Federation. His cold gaze seems to be silently scrutinizing these uninvited guests from the capitalist enemy country.

"Please wait here for a moment," the KGB officer leading the way said in an emotionless tone. "Comrade General Secretary is handling an urgent official business. When he is done, he will meet with you in person."

After saying this, he turned and left, leaving behind several armed guards standing at the door like statues, and took the heavy oak door with him.

With a "bang", the door closed, blocking out all sounds and warmth from the outside world.

The chilly wind whistled in through the cracks in the old windows, making the several Eagle Sauce "elites" present shiver. They looked at each other, and could see a sense of humiliation and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

An hour passed...

Two hours passed...

Three hours passed...

Joseph still did not appear.

The atmosphere in the hall began to become anxious and angry.

"Outrageous! This is a humiliating shame!"

A congressman named Humphrey, who represented the interests of the military-industrial complex, finally couldn't help but explode.

"What does he take us for? A bunch of begging dogs? Making us wait here like idiots for three hours! I've had enough! I want to go back!"

"Calm down, Humphrey!" Secretary of State Sullivan weakly urged, his voice filled with fatigue and helplessness. "Don't forget what we are here for. We... no longer have the right to be angry."

Another banker from Wall Street was more realistic and sneered.

"When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. We're asking for help now. Let alone three hours, even if he asks us to wait here for three days and three nights, we have to wait obediently."

"Just think about it. If the negotiations fail and we return to a divided country, what will become of our stocks and our assets? A pile of waste paper!"

These blunt words made Congressman Humphrey, who was about to explode, instantly wilt like a deflated ball.

Yes, compared with the survival of the family's hundreds of billions of assets, this little humiliation is nothing.

Finally, when they were almost torn apart by the long wait and the biting cold wind, the heavy door was pushed open again.

Still the same expressionless KGB officer.

"Gentlemen, Comrade General Secretary has finished his work. Please follow me."

Everyone felt as if they had been pardoned. They quickly straightened their clothes which were frozen stiff, followed the officials, passed through several equally cold and depressing corridors, and finally arrived at a huge and luxurious reception room.

A blazing fire was burning in the fireplace, and a warm breath filled their faces, giving these "distinguished guests" from the United States the illusion of returning from hell to heaven.

In the center of the living room, Joseph

He was sitting leisurely in his armchair, playing with his signature pipe in his hand.

When he saw them come in, he immediately stood up with a "warm" and "apologetic" smile on his face.

"Oh! My dear friends! Guests from Eagle Sauce!" He opened his arms and spoke in an exaggerated, theatrical tone, "I'm so sorry, so sorry! I was just dealing with some urgent official business regarding potato planting and tractor distribution in Siberia. It was so important that I accidentally lost track of time and kept you waiting! I offer my most sincere apologies!"

These words made Sullivan and others feel more embarrassed than direct humiliation.

To use the trivial matter of dealing with potatoes and tractors to leave the special envoys of a world superpower in the cold for three hours, such contempt and arrogance no longer needs any words to express.

But they dared not show any dissatisfaction on their faces. Instead, they had to force a humble smile and repeatedly say "It's okay" and "You are busy with official duties, we fully understand."

After some hypocritical greetings, everyone sat down as host and guest. Joseph slowly lit his pipe, took a deep breath, then turned his gaze to Sullivan and asked slowly:

"Well, my dear Mr. Sullivan, now tell me why you risked being discovered by the Dragon Countrymen and came all the way to an old man like me."

The main topic has finally begun.

Sullivan cleared his throat, trying to sound less humble. He knew that every word he said next would affect the fate of the United States.

He did not directly ask for "surrender" or "help", that would be too cheap.

He chose a more tactful and diplomatic approach, starting his statement in a roundabout way.

"Dear General Secretary," he began, "the world today is at an unprecedented crossroads. An emerging, unpredictable force from the East is rapidly rising in a way that none of us can comprehend."

"Their style of action completely defies the existing international order; their ambitions far exceed our imagination. The existence of this force poses a potential and enormous threat not only to us Americans, but also to all of Western civilization, and even to the great Red Front nation you lead..."

He tried to portray the Dragon Kingdom as a common enemy of the whole world, in order to pave the way for the subsequent request for "unification".

However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by Joseph's hearty laughter.

"Hahahaha!" Joseph laughed and pointed his pipe at Sullivan, his eyes full of cunning and teasing. "Mr. Sullivan, are you talking about my dear friends from Dragon Country?"

His face immediately changed into a "righteous" expression, as if he had been insulted.

"That won't do, Mr. Sullivan. The Dragon Nation is our beloved friend and kin of the Red Front Nation, our class brother!"

"We have an unbreakable friendship, forged with blood and ideals! How could you let me go against my closest comrade? This... this isn't good, is it?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, pouring down on Sullivan from head to toe, instantly chilling him to the bone. The color drained from his face, turning it pale.

It’s over.

he thinks.

This negotiation was a complete failure.

Joseph had no intention of cooperating with them at all. All his previous gestures were just a cat-and-mouse game to tease them.

Just as Sullivan and his companions fell into complete despair and were about to get up and say goodbye.

Joseph suddenly changed the subject, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and a fox-like cunning flashed in his eyes.

"But..." He dragged out the tone, successfully making everyone's heart hang in their throat again.

"Friendship between people needs to be tested. Friendship between countries is even more so. Although I have a deep relationship with my comrades in Dragon Country, if..."

He looked at Sullivan meaningfully.

"If the Eagle Country friends can show sufficient and convincing 'sincerity' to prove that your friendship is more 'sincere' than that of the Dragon Country... then an old man like me may consider making some...difficult decisions in order to maintain 'true peace' in the world."

To put it bluntly, these words can be summed up in three words:

Need to pay more.