Volume 4: The World of Great Conflict Chapter 0567 There is no horse in the world that cannot be beaten
"Adam, I heard the news that two agricultural planes were shot down over the Amazon plains yesterday morning."
Last night, Nan Yi responded to Xiang Yuan's call and learned that it was Scarlett looking for him. As soon as the telegraph building opened today, Nan Yi came over to make a long-distance call.
" Oh, Amazon, guerrillas?"
"It doesn't seem so. Have you heard of Pablo Escobar?"
"The Medellin Cartel. I've heard of it. It's very powerful in Colombia. Those two planes were really unlucky to have run into Medellin. Did the planes also belong to the drug dealers?"
"It looks like a plane spraying pesticides on the farm of the Samba indigenous brothers."
"Oh, long distance calls are expensive, let's not talk about these irrelevant things, say hello to your parents and children for me."
"I will pass on your greetings. My son already knows how to call me dad."
"uh-huh."
Nan Yi chatted with Scarlett for some meaningless words and then hung up the phone.
From the moment Shennong Nanliang bought the indigenous Brothers Farm in Manaus, Samba, it had to face a situation - a tributary of the Amazon River passes through the farm, and this tributary happens to be the drug trafficking route used by Samba drug traffickers to import drugs from Colombia.
All along, the farm and they have been adhering to the principle of non-interference. Drug dealers can continue to transport goods on tributaries, but they are not allowed to stop on the farm, let alone engage in gunfights on the farm.
With a tacit understanding, both sides have been safe and sound in the past few years and no conflict has ever broken out.
The drug dealers in Samba know how to behave themselves, but the drug dealers in Medellin, Colombia are so crazy that they even dare to shoot down a plane on a farm?
The Medellin Group has tens of billions of dollars in cash and deposits. When Nan Yi was bored, he had thought about whether it was possible to turn this money into Nan's, but he was just thinking about it and had no plans to put it into action.
The truth is that Medellin is too powerful, and it is very difficult to swallow it up. In addition, the US Drug Enforcement Administration has been eyeing it covetously. Even if the money is obtained, it will be a lot of trouble, and it is very likely that one will get the money but not live to spend it.
Faced with the possible troubles, Nan Yi hesitated.
But now it’s different. It’s no longer a simple “economic dispute”, but Nan Yi is determined to take revenge.
A day later, an instruction arrived in Johnny's hands.
"Establish a mercenary group composed of the elites of the elites. The number of people should be controlled within 40. They should be absolutely independent and should not have any contact with the Dove of Peace. People should not be recruited from among their own people. The mercenary group is codenamed Arctic Fox.
The Arctic Foxes always remain secretive and have no fixed base. Their members only gather during missions and are usually scattered all over the place. In addition, the Arctic Foxes must appear to be a mercenary group that only recognizes money and not people, and will work for whoever can afford the price.
This matter is top secret, you and I know it. "
After receiving Nan Yi's instructions, Johnny immediately and quietly left the Peace Dove New York base and began to implement the establishment of the Arctic Foxes.
Dealing with the Medellin Cartel is not a matter of one day or one night. Scarlett has already sent people to investigate the reason why the plane was shot down. Nan Yi continues to do what he should do and will not change his schedule for the time being.
It was Sunday, and Nan Yi drove his newly arrived modified Toyota Hiace H50 early in the morning. He drove back and forth on North Street several times. After he became thoroughly familiar with the performance of the car, he turned the car around and headed for Fan Guangfu's home.
Nan Yi was the only one in the car. The school beauty and the tiger cub were in the car that Nan Yi usually rode in.
After waiting for a while at the door of Fan Guangfu's house, Fan Guangfu, wearing Plum brand sportswear and carrying a sports bag, walked towards Nan Yi.
"Xiao Nan, have you been waiting for a long time?"
As soon as he walked in front of Nan Yi, Fan Guangfu said with a smile.
"No, President Fan, I just got here a while ago." Nan Yi took a step forward, took the sports bag from Fan Guangfu, turned around and slid open the door of the van, "President Fan, please get in the car."
"well."
Fan Guangfu responded, lifted his feet and got into the car. As soon as he sat down, he looked at the interior of the car.
Nan Yi put the sports bag on the passenger seat, sat down in the driver's seat, and after fastening his seat belt, he turned to Fan Guangfu and said, "President Fan, why don't we go to the Workers' Stadium? They just replaced the billiard table there, which is more flexible."
"Xiao Nan, I give myself to you today. You can arrange everything."
"Haha, then I have a heavy burden on my shoulders. If President Fan doesn't have a good time, it will affect tomorrow's work. You are very busy. If your work is delayed for a day, our country's economic development will be slowed down. I am really terrified."
"Hahaha." Fan Guangfu laughed happily, "Xiao Nan, you're exaggerating. I'm just a screw. How can I be so important?"
"It's no exaggeration. A horseshoe nail can cause the failure of a battle and the death of Richard III. As the head of your bank, President Fan, the impact you will have will be even greater. President Fan, please sit down. I'm driving."
Some topics were not suitable to be discussed in depth with Fan Guangfu for the time being, so Nan Yi stopped the topic at the right time, turned the car key and started the car.
After arriving at the Workers' Stadium, the two played ball for a while.
During the game, Nan Yi had no chance to "let go". Fan Guangfu was a superb player and Nan Yi was no match for Fan Guangfu even if he tried his best, so there was no chance for him to hide his skills.
He was fully focused and performed beyond his level, which allowed Fan Guangfu to play to his heart's content.
"Xiao Nan, you played well. I haven't played so seriously for a long time." After playing three games, the two sat on the stools beside the table to rest. Fan Guangfu wiped his sweat and said, "When I was in elementary school, the city table tennis team came to our school to inspect me. It's a pity that I was eliminated in the last round. This has become a lifelong regret for me. Otherwise, I should have been a retired table tennis player by now."
"Athletes are good, but their career cycle is too short. They are marginalized in their forties. It's not like now, President Fan, you are in your prime, it's time to do revolutionary work well and make achievements."
Fan Guangfu said with a bit of boredom: "No, I'm still a little old. Now people are advocating for younger cadres."
Fan Guangfu was born in 1945. He was lucky to graduate before the university closed, but he was also unlucky. When he was young, it was the heyday of seniority-based promotion. When he was in his forties, the cadres were getting younger, so he was in the middle of nowhere.
Although he has already sat on the position of president of the National Bank's Beijing regional head office, he has already shown signs of stagnating. The younger people below him are making great strides forward, and Fan Guangfu is now filled with a sense of crisis.
This issue also cannot be discussed in depth. Nan Yi and Fan Guangfu are not close enough to discuss this topic, so Nan Yi immediately changed the subject.
"The South Open-pit Mine of the Huolinhe Coal Mine has been put into production a few days ago. I heard that the annual output can reach 3 million tons. I don't know if the price of coal cakes can be reduced a little."
"It's unlikely that the price will drop. The coal from the Huolin River is mainly used for industrial purposes. We can only say that the price of coal briquettes will not rise too fast." Fan Guangfu said, "Xiao Nan, given your financial situation, you shouldn't worry about the coal briquettes being one or two cents more expensive, right?"
"I am also worried. We are going to have a baby soon, and the expenses at home will increase significantly. The child needs to eat and drink well. My wife's family lived in poverty before and she was malnourished. The milk she gives me in the future will definitely not be nutritious. I have to be cost-effective and buy imported milk powder for the child.
I have visited the Friendship Store. A can of imported milk powder, such a small can, costs dozens of foreign exchange coupons. If the child is a big eater, he will need at least five or six cans a month.
"Yes, raising children costs money. My little brat is the same. He is fickle-minded. Today he wants to learn electronic organ, and tomorrow he wants to learn piano. All my salary is spent on paying for his tuition at the Cultural Center and buying him musical instruments.
A few days ago, he wanted to learn martial arts again, saying that he wanted to go to the Shichahai Martial Arts School for classes. If you don’t agree, he will make a scene with you. This scene has really made my head spin.”
"That's quite a leap, from a musician to a martial arts master."
"Yeah, but I can't scold him. His mother dotes on him so much that if I dare to scold her, she will get mad at me. So, I have no choice but to sign him up for a day and a half of classes every week."
"President Fan, this is actually a good thing. It's better than hanging out. I live in an old house in Tsinghua University. My neighbors are all teachers from Tsinghua University. But my grandson and son are good at studying, but they hang out with a bunch of idiots all day long, which makes the family worried."
"Yes, I also take strict precautions at home to prevent my son from making bad friends. There is something wrong with the atmosphere outside now. Instead of thinking of becoming a professor or a scientist in the future, they think of becoming a veteran or a gangster.
The reason why I don't agree with my son learning martial arts is because his motivation is problematic. He doesn't learn martial arts for the sake of physical fitness, but because he wants to practice well and then go out to investigate fights.
My son goes to No. 4 Middle School, and all the students in that school are the top students from various junior high schools. But even among this group of top students, there are some who fight every day and hide behind others to smoke.
A few days ago, I went to No. 4 Middle School to find my son's class teacher. The school radio was announcing the punishment for a student who fought. I didn't expect that the punished student was not discriminated against by other students, but was regarded as a hero by them. Even the female students liked male students who could fight.
Xiaonan, tell me, what kind of trend is this?"
"Your son goes to No. 4 Middle School. What a coincidence! My neighbor's son also goes to No. 4 Middle School."
"What's your neighbor's kid's name?"
"His family name is Gao, and the child's name seems to be..." Nan Yi thought for a moment and said, "Gao Hanlu."
"Gao Hanlu, is he of decent height, about 175cm?"
"I think so."
"What a coincidence! He is in the same class as my son. I am very impressed by him. He is knowledgeable and knows a lot. He is from a scholarly family." Fan Guangfu frowned and said, "It's just that name. It's weird."
"Maybe it's just modesty. Didn't the ancients like to call their sons "dog sons"? "
"Han Lu Zhui Xuan, Han Lu is a good dog, there is an allusion, it should be self-deprecating. I have also met Gao Han Lu, the kid, he is not very modest, it is better to use a modest name to suppress it. Xiaonan, you have rested for a while, continue?"
"Okay, come on. Today I will risk my life to accompany you. Please don't let me go. Let me see your high level."
"Hahaha, okay, then I will play with all my strength. Don't cry if I lose badly later." Fan Guangfu laughed heartily.
"No, no, I know my level very well. I want to see your high level so that I can brag about it when I go out. I'm going to fight with a potential national player."
"Hahaha, you, you!"
