"Church, how was the conversation?"

A relatively strong and tall middle-aged white man got out of a jeep at the door and ran over and asked.

This man's name is Trench, he is also an arms dealer, and he is a close friend of the church.

"Oh, that's very bad."

Church sighed, spread his hands helplessly and said: "The contest between the big guys is not something we, the little losers, can mediate."

"The guy upstairs doesn't agree?" Wen Fang raised his eyebrows and pointed to the top floor of the hotel.

"If I agree, that means God wears a thong. Damn it." The church curled his lips with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

"Haha, God heard what you said in the church, and he still doesn't want to settle the score with you?"

After hearing this, Teng Feng was also amused by this sentence and gave the church a fist.

"God has no time, maybe he is having sex with a certain goddess."

"Oh damn, I shouldn't have agreed to this job. It's so bad."

The church waved his hand and walked straight to the jeep while cursing.

So annoying!

Trench shrugged, glanced at the hotel, and followed.

The car started and the two left the hotel.

"Saudi Arabia is holding an arms exhibition tomorrow. Are you interested in going with me to have a look?"

Trench drove the car with one hand and leaned on the open window with the other hand, turning his head to look at the church in the passenger seat.

"What's there to see? It's a carnival for your arms dealers, not a meeting for our agents."

The church is blowing in the wind and you can enjoy the unique scenery of Riyadh.

Unfortunately, the Saudi woman passing by was wrapped up so tightly that it was difficult to see her figure.

What a waste of resources!

For the sake of so-called beliefs, women are restricted from showing their beauty.

"That's not necessarily true. The guy from the umbrella company will definitely go. Why don't you behave well?"

Trench shook his head, disapproving of Church's words.

"Your words reminded me."

Church's eyes moved slightly, he took out his mobile phone and immediately called Lockheed.

It is nothing more than conveying what Chu Zihang just said to the Lockheed family.

As for the reaction over there, he didn't bother to care.

You will be the microphone, and you can handle other matters privately.

Or when you become the director or president one day, you can still participate.

Now...

What a love! It’s so messed up!

Ten minutes later.

The church hung up the phone, with a look of tears on his face.

Saw this scene.

Tengchang couldn't help but asked curiously: "Why is this, Elizabeth divorced you?"

"Fake, can you say something nice?!" Church rolled her eyes speechlessly and said angrily.

"Sorry, my bad."

Trench shrugged and said in a different tone: "Lockheed doesn't agree?"

"Heizhou, the Middle East market will not let it go, and the compensation will be up to 10 million."

"Hey, it really fits the style of Lockheed's capitalists. They don't give up anything."

"It's so difficult!"

Church rubbed his brow with a headache, this matter is never over.

"If it's difficult to do, don't do it. Let the higher-ups deal with the headaches. If the sky falls, there will be strong ones to withstand it." Tengfeng suggested.

"I said no, who calls me from the CIA?" Church shook his head and said.

"If you really can't do it, why don't you do it? How about doing arms business with me?"

The trenches are instigated, and if the church works together, it will not make much money.

"Arms dealer, forget it." The church waved his hand, not thanking him.

"Hey, I mean man!"

"Don't look down on the arms dealers. Although they don't make good money, they are much better than your CIA. I would rather have a headache counting the money than bother with the nonsense of these capitalists." Tactics curled his lips and said.

.

CIA?

What's good is not the scalpel in Uncle Sam's hand.

Move wherever needed.

In the local wars of the past few years, which one did not include Uncle Sam?

Those who are active on the front line are not the big-headed soldiers, but the CIA agents who take the lead.

Without the desperate efforts of CIA agents and their informants, there would be nothing to do with Sam's military.

What's the point of doing something thankless?

It's better to make money and give it to your wife and children.

If I had the money, I could compete for a position as governor that day in the trenches.

Until retirement, I traveled around with my wife and children.

How wonderful is your life?

…

Sam Country, Maryland.

City of Bethesda.

Lockheed headquarters, in the president's office.

In the huge office, there was only an oval desk, with a huge panoramic floor-to-ceiling window behind it.

The entire office is simple, clear and brightly lit.

In addition, the most eye-catching thing is that there are many fighter jets, bombers, reconnaissance aircraft, transport aircraft, as well as missiles, satellites and other things hanging from the ceiling of the office.

And these things.

Basically, they are all military products produced by Lockheed Company, and each of them is a product that stands at the top of the world.

Alan Lockheed, CEO and founder of Lockheed Corporation.

But now he is over eighty years old, with gray hair and wrinkles and grooves all over his face.

Perhaps the capitalist has taken good care of himself, is full of energy, and has a rosy complexion. He does not look like a person in his 70s or 80s, but rather a person in his 60s or 70s.

At this moment, he is holding a golden eagle-headed cane and sitting on the boss's chair.

His face was calm and intimidating, exuding the aura of a superior who had been in a high position for a long time, with a full sense of oppression.

In front of him, stood a young white woman with short brown hair, wearing a black professional OL suit, showing off the qualities of a capable and strong woman.

The woman's name is Marilyn Hewson, the future successor to Lockheed.

That is to say, later generations led Lockheed to merge with Martin Marietta to become Lockheed Martin.

This is a turning point for Lockheed to become stronger!

[Note: Lockheed was acquired as early as the beginning of the 20th century. For the needs of the plot, the author has modified it and added his own processing ingredients. Please do not bring it into reality. 】

"Marilyn, what do you think of the request made by the Umbrella Company?" Aaron Lockheed stared directly at the successor in front of him, Marilyn Hewson, and asked.

"Boss, I think you shouldn't refuse so early. You should think about it again."

"Oh, how do you say you have your own ideas?"

Marilyn Hewson smiled slightly and said: "I have an idea, but I'm afraid that if I say it out loud, the boss will be unhappy."

"Tell me, the company needs you to take over in the future. If you are afraid to tell me, I won't trust you to hand over the company to you." Alan Lockheed waved his hand and chuckled.

"I think we can give up the market in Heizhou and the Middle East. Everyone has to rely on their own abilities. Isn't the purpose of our company to never forget who we work for?"

"Capital, we have enough advantages, and President George Walker is supported by us, including the next William Jefferson."

"What's more, the Umbrella Company only sells arms. No matter how many arms the Soviet Union has, when Ross takes over, they will lose their source of arms, won't they have to turn around and purchase from us?"

"In addition, the compensation has been reduced to 50 million, but the money is not paid by us, but by the Xion family."

"Their family members brought unnecessary trouble to me. They did it on their own initiative and had nothing to do with us at Lockheed. We are also victims."

Marilyn Hewson's eyes sparkled and she spoke clearly and clearly.

heard these words.

Alan Lockheed pondered for a moment, then showed a satisfied expression on his face.

He is worthy of being the successor he chose. These words are clear and reasonable.

"Marilyn, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Yes, boss."
Chapter completed!