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441: Peel off and try (8)

“Yes, your Majesty, my brother! Looks like I’ll be meeting with President Crump soon. .

King Bassam looked around and talked on the phone. While Cheol-woo was washing Turner, he was alertly reporting the situation to the Saudi royal family.

Looking at the circumstances, it was clear that this was going to be a historical inflection point. Of course, not a single line will be recorded in the history books, but this will affect the policies of every country in the world.

Sensing that, for the first time in his life, he was walking around without an attendant, being treated like a piece of luggage. His entourage at the New York hotel must be taking a nap or resting in prayer by now.

“Yes! I will figure out the situation till the end. Do not worry. Your Majesty, my brother!”

The Saudi king gave him a voice of concern and encouraged him. At the same time, he repeatedly urged the United States to not change its policy toward the Middle East at all costs.

Greedy Krump hoped the Middle East would become more chaotic to sell shale gas. Therefore, they openly shook the already politically chaotic countries of Central and South Asia.

As a result, the situation in Middle Eastern countries such as Saudi Arabia and Western Asian countries became increasingly unstable. As neighboring countries are shaken, the risk of civil war by anti-government groups or terrorism by fanatics shouting for crusade has increased.

“We must ensure the safety of our royal family at any cost. And don’t forget that it’s also important to create a bond that builds solidarity with that Vei.”

“All right. your majesty!”

After cutting off the Saudi King’s phone, Bassam let out a long sigh. He had a wealth that would rule the world through oil, but that alone could not guarantee the safety of the royal family.

On the contrary, more and more powers were attacking them with a lot to eat. It was the situation of the Saudi royal family now that they had to look from side to side to protect themselves among them.

‘It’s just a cheesecake that’s good to eat. Shit!’

“Did you finish the call? Brother Bassam.”

Cheol-woo’s voice came from behind him. Surprised by the sound, Bassam’s shoulders naturally shrugged.

The official status of Cheol-woo he knew was that he was only a chaebol in Korea. However, that one chaebol was now holding the central powers of the world in their hands and swaying them.

“Why are you so surprised? Like someone caught doing something bad. Huh!”

“Ter, what about Turner…?”

“It was sent nicely. He was very satisfied.”

Wolf, who was beside Cheol-woo, answered instead. As he spoke as he stroked his neck with his hand, he seemed to know roughly how he passed away.

glance! Shaking my head!

Bassam looked at Richard who had gotten closer and asked with his eyes. Then, with a pale complexion, he shook his head from side to side and shared his impressions of watching Turner’s end.

“I just got a call. I’m going to meet the president and FRB officials around here. Would you like to go with your brother?”

“He . . . I will.”

“Yeah, I knew you would say that. Huh!”

Bassam shook his tense shoulders and swallowed dry saliva. I could meet President Crump with any excuses, but the leaders of the FRB were not the kind of person that I could meet without any hesitation.

Traditionally, Jewish capital has been the opposite of Middle Eastern oil money. It was also a group of super giants who grabbed the US government and shook it, pressing even the breath of Middle Eastern countries.

There have been times when, in order to appease their eyes, each country spent money and invested in nonsensical places. In particular, after the battle for energy supremacy that began with the creation of the Organization of Petroleum Exporting Countries (OPEC), they had to spend money to appease their anger.

‘Maybe this is an opportunity to achieve true hegemony and independence…’

His heart pounded wildly as he remembered the opportunity to come rather than the brutal reality. I even thought that this trip to the United States might be an opportunity and a gift that God had bestowed upon him and the royal family.

“Once the processing is over, let’s get going.”

“Why are you making me do this post-processing?”

“Anything has to be paid for in order to be paid. Well, even at that age, did you not give up the shimbo of eating the world’s raw material?”

“Hey, he’s a nice guy. Catch it!”

After grumbling and finishing the process, Jeff snorted and got into the car. Turner, who sank at the bottom of the Potomac River, had no clue as to his identity, even if discovered later.

Like those whom he ordered to dispose of…

“Stop the bullshit! Who wants Linda to run for mayor of New York?”

Cheol-woo shouted with an angry face. His violent vomit flew into Crump’s face along with his saliva.

“Hey Maxwell, wasn’t this the end of the discussion?”

“That’s me…”

Crump looked at Director Maxwell, wiping the saliva and sweat from his face with a handkerchief. Crump, who fell for his words, only knew that the rice was already finished.

“Linda is my niece.”

“She’s my girl too! Throwing someone out of the threat of terror into politics? I’d like to see who’s head came up with that kind of thought.”

Crump looked into the head of the man who had been thinking about it. Cheol-woo’s eyes, following his gaze, fell on Director Maxwell’s face.

“I, there… the idea was Deputy Director Chris….”

“Hey, Richard!”

When Cheol-woo yelled out the door, Richard hurriedly opened the door and entered. It was the conference room where the president of the United States was sitting, but even Crump did not come into his eyes when he was called by Cheol-woo.

“Get Chris Walker, CIA Deputy Director! It probably won’t be far.”

Richard, who was ordered by Cheol-woo, ran out the door of Burinake. Seeing a familiar face, Crump looked at Cheol-woo and confirmed the identity of the person who went out.

“Isn’t that person Samchipack’s secretary?”

“By the way···. What’s wrong?”

“no···. Because the author is under you…”

Crump mumbled. Samchpack’s secretary had been seen a few times at political meetings.

As far as he knew, in politics, Richard was called ‘Samchpack’s scumbag’. As much as he was, he was famous for making detailed plans in politics and economics.

‘But now that’s the way it is…’

Crump glanced at Cheol-woo again. It was very strange to see the stingy Richard without hesitation to Cheol-woo, who was invisible even to Samchipack, who was one of the absolute strongest players on the floor.

‘Besides, the deputy director of the CIA is said to come and go…?’

Deputy Director Chris’ competence was well known to him. However, due to his political radicality, it was difficult for even his superiors to deal with him, so he kept him away as much as possible.

‘How the hell does this work?’

‘That’s it, I’m fine…’

Crump looked at his henchman Maxwell and scolded him with his eyes. Maxwell also looked into his eyes and complained of injustice.

“great! Let’s put Linda’s work aside for now. Then why did you ask me to come and go?”

“There is nothing to do but put off her work. And I never told you to come, but I never told you to go.”

“Are you going to call me on a busy day and play with words?”

“It’s your business to be busy. It’s not like I’m running an election by the way. Huh!”

Crump groaned inwardly. He was also a person who was never pushed aside as he was not shy wherever he went, but this young man in front of him acted like a champion in his field.

Scratching the insides of his opponent and starting a negotiation was definitely his specialty. But this time, as soon as he entered the room, he was overpowered by the steamboat and was unable to use his power at all.

“Good! Let’s stop fighting our nerves. So what do you want from me?”

“Give me the Nord Stream Gun.”

“What, you want Nord? Do you know what that means?”

“I’m not asking because I don’t know that. Contrary to what I said before, do you want to keep fighting?”

Chul-woo questioned the surprised Crump instead. Nonsense kept coming out of Crump’s mouth, whether he still saw him as a kid who didn’t know anything.

“I asked because I knew what interest was at stake in Nord Stream. Just to let you know that it’s not something to give to anyone.”

“Ouch! Be kind too. I didn’t know he was such a sweet character. But don’t worry too much. Because I know better than anyone what that means. Huh!”

Cheol-woo answered Crump’s question with an eerie smile. As he said, he knew well enough to get sick of the interests involved in the Nord Stream.

before the return.

The Nord Stream is a gas pipeline that connects Russia and Germany. When the existing gas pipeline going through Ukraine to Europe was blocked for political reasons, a large gas supply line with a total length of 1,234 km emerged as an alternative.

On the surface, it seemed that Russia was just a business that sold gas across Europe, using Germany as a base station. But no one other than those involved knew that Jewish capital had financed this new gas pipeline.

After the first gas pipeline was completed, Russia hastily started construction of the second gas pipeline. In other words, the gas supply business was similar to the gas pipeline installation and facility management business.

After the gas pipeline was completed, it was a bonanza project that could sweep money 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. Crump pressured the poles through which the gas pipelines passed, relentlessly preventing the facility from operating normally.

“If that goes back to normal, the companies I have invested in will suffer. But I’m crazy and pass it on to you?”

“You keep getting it wrong, but when I told you to hand over the Nord Stream Gun to me, I didn’t mean to eat it alone.”

“…Then what the hell…”

“I want you to hand over the negotiating power to me. If you keep going like this anyway, you probably won’t have much fun either.”

Chul-woo said as if he knew Crump’s plight. As he said, his business was taking a hit as Crump’s pressure on Europe was slowly easing.

“Is there something you can do about it?”

“I’m not going to jump in without taking any measures like anyone else. Huh!”

Cheol-woo scratched his nerves with every word he said. However, Krump, who had already fallen for the trick by throwing out a piece of food that was already strongly repulsed and saying, ‘That actually meant something else,’ had no choice but to be dragged by his pace, knowingly.

“great! This edition clearly admits that I lost. So let’s put aside the unnecessary nerves and let’s talk about real business.”

“If we had done that earlier, the discussion would have been over already. ttt!”

The ‘declaration of surrender’, which was hard to believe, came out of Crump’s mouth to the surprise of Maxwell, who had only listened to it. However, Cheol-woo, annoyed by Crump’s filthy, stinky and time-consuming behavior, continued to scratch his nerves.

“So what are you going to do if I hand over the negotiating rights?”

“For now, I will close your mouth so you can run for re-election once again. Huh!”

“You’re not talking about that!”

“Is there anything more important to you right now?”

Annoyed Crump raised his voice. However, at Cheol-woo’s piercing words, even the world’s krump couldn’t say anything more.

“I have brought in Deputy Director Chris.”

At that moment, Richard’s voice was heard outside. Again, Chris, who was waiting nearby, rushed to this place with one phone call.