Chapter 1024: Real Hope Is Not Seen with the Eyes

July 2, 1969, Wednesday.

In July, the weather was getting hotter and hotter. Du Fei came to the company on a motorcycle wearing a summer short-sleeved shirt.

Yesterday, we agreed to have a party this Sunday and invite the two brothers of the Chu family.

The location is in the yard of the fire equipment company.

It is a rest day on Sunday, and there is no one here, so it is convenient for Du Fei to use it.

The only problem now is whether Chu Ming and his wife can come back on time.

However, Du Fei does not need to worry about these family affairs, Zhu Ting will take care of them.

Du Fei came to the company and tidied up the office a little.

He looked at the time and silently calculated in his heart that the Japanese visiting group arrived in Beijing yesterday.

It is estimated that if they don’t come today, they should come to see him tomorrow.

However, Du Fei did not expect that the Japanese did not come, but another one did.

Just after 9:30 in the morning, Bush came in a short-sleeved T-shirt and rode his 28-bar.

"Hey, Du, my friend~"

Bush smiled and immediately greeted Du Fei when he saw him and shook hands warmly.

Du Fei knew what was going on.

Last time, after talking to Bush about the clothing and textile group, Bush suddenly returned home.

He was gone for more than a month.

Now that he is back, looking at his appearance, I know that this matter may be going well.

He greeted Bush warmly and led Bush to the reception room.

Du Fei smiled and said, "George, you came at the right time. I just got a few taels of this year's pre-rain tea a few days ago. I'll ask you to taste it later."

Bush has been in flower cultivation for a long time, and with the intensive study of various common sense, he is considered an expert in flower cultivation.

He knows the concept of pre-rain tea. Although he can't taste any difference, he knows that it is good tea.

After brewing it, he tasted two sips and immediately boasted and complimented.

Du Fei smiled, but he was alert in his heart.

No matter Bush or Mei Di, no matter how kind they behave, they are essentially evil wolves with bared fangs.

If you don't pay attention, they will pounce on you and bite you hard.

Similarly, Bush also knew that the young man in front of him was quite difficult to deal with although he was a dozen years younger than him.

After a simple greeting over tea, Bush took the lead in bringing up business.

"Du, as you know, I went back specifically for the textile and clothing group you proposed last time."

"Of course~" Du Fei said with a smile, "Believe me, this will be a great cooperation and will bring us huge common benefits."

Bush smiled and echoed, "Of course, I think so too."

But then, he perfectly performed a change of face, from happy to frustrated "But, my friend, you should understand our system. Although I am very optimistic about this cooperation,

some people... you should understand that for some reason, they do not trust you."

Du Fei was not surprised, this is just a trick used by the Americans.

They are very skilled in using their so-called national conditions to disguise themselves as a minority.

It means that I have my own difficulties, I can't help it, I tried hard... but my great America has its own national conditions.

If things don't work out, or you have to pay more, you can't blame me.

As for now, according to Du Fei's judgment, it should not be unsuccessful, but the latter, and you have to pay more.

If there was no hope at all, Bush would not have rushed back and forth again and again.

And the increase in money was not really an increase in money, it should be to gain other benefits and put forward additional conditions.

This is also their usual trick.

Du Fei remained calm, but laughed in his heart.

This situation had been expected long ago.

Instead, Bush came back and agreed without saying anything, so Du Fei had to worry about whether there was any conspiracy.

Picking up the teacup in front of him, Du Fei took a sip and said calmly, "That's a pity, but George, I know you tried your best. Even if the deal fails, there is still friendship. This does not affect our friendship."

Bush said, "Thank you for your understanding. But... this matter is not completely hopeless."

"Is there any hope?" Du Fei asked back, not hiding his half-smile expression.

His eyes made Bush a little embarrassed.

It was as if he was saying, we are all thousand-year-old foxes, what are you playing here? Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.

Bush chuckled. As a regular American guest, thick skin and big cakes are two basic skills.

Even though Du Fei saw through him, he didn't feel embarrassed.

Anyway, as long as I'm not embarrassed, you're the one who's embarrassed.

Du Fei, on the other hand, it doesn't matter if you're embarrassed or not, I'm not embarrassed anyway.

After a few seconds of silence, the two suddenly laughed at the same time.

Bush didn't pretend anymore, "Forget it, I'll just say it. Du, your last suggestion was very good, but I have a better one."

Du Fei said, "Hmm," "You say."

Bush said, "Du, doing business doesn't need to be that complicated. We can directly invest in your factory, hire your workers, and pay taxes to your government. You don't have to do anything, you can get taxes and employment, and... friendship from America."

After listening to him, Du Fei smiled.

How good it sounds!

You don't have to do anything, you can get everything.

Unfortunately, it's a beautiful poison pill.

If you really believe him, you won't know how you died in the end.

Besides, at this point in time, whoever dares to invite them to China is simply courting death.

Du Fei rubbed his hand on the armrest of the sofa and said, "George, I understand your difficulties, and please understand my situation of growing flowers. It is certainly beneficial for us to have this textile group, but it is not impossible to live without this textile group." Do you think I’m crazy or stupid for digging up my own roots just for the sake of employment and tax revenue?”

Bush shrugged and said, "Look, that's what I told those old guys."

Du Fei understood who the 'old guy' he was referring to was.

It should be a capital family that is closely related to the Bush family.

He smiled and said, "What did those old guys say?"

Bush picked up the teacup, smiled, did not answer, and asked instead, "What are you going to do next?"

Du Fei said nonchalantly, "There is a proverb in our flower gardening. If we can't get the butcher Zhang, we will eat pigs with hair on them? Since you can't do it here, just find someone else."

Bush City was very deep and did not show any negative emotions.

Du Fei continued, "Besides, why should we, as a family, rush to do something that benefits both families? Don't you think so~"

Bush rubbed his raised nose with his hand and said seriously, "Du, I understand, and I will convey your thoughts back to China. As for the final result... please forgive me for not being able to influence their decision."

Du Fei nodded, stood up and shook hands with Bush. "George, you are too humble. I think you should play a more active role. Believe me, you will be the first member of the Bush family to take the oath in the White House."

Bush couldn't help but be stunned. No matter how scheming he was, he was shocked when he suddenly heard such harsh words.

He is only 45 years old now, and his career has not been smooth since he abandoned business. His goal is only to become a senator and bring the Bush family into the highest circle.

To take the oath in the White House, one must be either the commander-in-chief or the deputy commander-in-chief, which is still very far away from him.

Without too lengthy a conversation, Duffy sent his bush away.

Watch him get on his bike and ride away.

Although the differences were huge, Du Fei was not too disappointed.

Because this situation was expected.

Negotiation itself is testing the other party's bottom line again and again, wearing down the other party's will bit by bit.

After all, such a big deal is not to go to the market to buy vegetables, just grab a handful of leeks for three yuan and leave.

This is just the first trial, and the real issues will be involved next time.

Therefore, Du Fei did not expect to be able to negotiate an agreement from the beginning.

Meanwhile, Bush returns to the Swiss Museum of History

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I saw an old white man who was nearly sixty years old, with a slightly bald head and gray hair. A pair of black-rimmed glasses hung on his nose, covering a pair of shrewd and deep eyes.

"How's it going, George?"

As soon as Bush entered the door, the old man asked directly.

"Uncle Will, please let me drink some water." Bush poured a glass of water and drank it all in one breath.

The old man's name is Grant Weir, a banker who has a very close relationship with the Bush family.

His wife and Bush's mother come from the same family, but their blood relationship is not close.

After all, he is still Bush's uncle.

Bush drank the water, took a deep breath, spread his hands and said, "What else can you do? Do you really expect them to agree to that request?"

Will looked amused.

Bush said sternly, "Uncle Will, I know what you are thinking. But don't forget, this is flower farming, not Brazil, let alone Argentina and Mexico. They have five million troops and weapons, and they just defeated the Soviet Union head-on." Lian Ren... believe me, your tricks are of no use here."

Grant Weir frowned, disapproving of Bush's statement.

Coming from a Youtai family, he never thought that there was anything that couldn't be solved with money.

If so, it’s just a matter of not having enough money…

On the other end, in the guest house where the Japanese delegation stayed.

A middle-aged man, not tall but strong, was sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed.

Although he is 44 years old, his years of practicing kendo and fitness make him look younger and stronger than his peers.

"Mishima-kun, although we have different views, it is undeniable that we have the same goal, which is to completely get rid of the United States and become a normal country."

Mishima Mata and his husband had a sullen face, staring at the sky outside the window, and suddenly said without thinking, "The sky for planting flowers... is really blue~"

Nagano Toban, who was also in the room, frowned.

Although in front of him was the literary giant he once admired, he couldn't understand why Yamada Kenjiro brought him here.

They are not the same people at all.

Nagano Toban completely disagrees with the unrealistic fantasy of restoring the glory of the empire.

In his opinion, that so-called glory was just a short-lived dream.

Mishima Matajiro withdrew his gaze and looked at Yamada Kenjiro, "Yamada-kun, although I don't agree with your beliefs, you are right, we have the same goal. But... with all due respect, I didn't see you here. The so-called hope.”

Yamada Kenjiro said calmly, "Yamashima-kun, the real hope is not to see with your eyes, but with your heart."

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