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"Liancheng, you're doing a great job as a secretary!"
"I also want to thank Director Fang."
"No need for thanks. Secretary Gong will be very important to you in the future. You must do your best to handle every matter well and fulfill your duties as a secretary. Don't let Secretary Gong have any trouble!"
"Yes, I will definitely complete the mission."
Fang Zhenhua patted Sun Liancheng on the shoulder, and after relieving himself of the water, he returned to the private room.
Before leaving, we naturally had to celebrate properly.
Chapter 93 Heading North
The Fang family in the capital.
Fang Zhenhua was about to leave Beijing, and Liu Fei silently helped him pack his luggage, saying something as she did so.
"It's cold up north, so bring plenty of warm clothes so you don't get cold."
Fang Zhenhua leaned against the door, arms crossed, listening to his wife's nagging.
"Can't I just buy clothes if I need them? Why bring so much stuff from so far away?"
"You're so rich you're burning money, aren't you? Don't forget, you have two sons. They're already six years old. When they grow up and get married, won't it cost money?"
Fang Hongtao heard his mother seemingly mentioning him, so he raised his head and blinked.
As for the silly younger brother, he was still sitting on the ground playing with his toys.
Fang Zhenhua rolled his eyes at his wife's words.
“They’re only six years old by Chinese reckoning, and you’re already worrying about them getting married? Besides, do you think my son Fang Zhenhua’s sons won’t be able to find wives? When the time comes, the line of women who want to be my daughters-in-law will stretch from Beijing to Hong Kong Island.”
"All he does is talk big all day long."
Was I exaggerating?
"I've heard that Russian women are quite promiscuous. When you get there, you better behave yourself. If I hear any rumors, don't blame me for turning on you."
Fang Zhenhua couldn't help but cover his face, wanting to laugh.
Women! They change as they get older.
The once stunningly beautiful Liu Fei is now almost thirty. How could she have said such a thing back then? Tsk tsk tsk.
Fang Zhenhua carried his two sons out, while Fang Hongtao stared blankly at the closed door. After a while, he left with his foolish younger brother.
As Fang Zhenhua walked up to his wife, he put his arm around her waist, and Liu Fei took his hand and asked him a question.
"What are you doing? Packing your things!"
"What, I can't even hug my wife?"
"What, you want to have a fourth child?"
"It's not impossible, but we'll have to wait until I get back. Don't worry, honey, don't you know your husband? We already have three kids, how could I possibly have the time for that? I'm going north this time for the greater good of the country, what kind of work could I possibly do?"
That evening, the couple sent their three children to their maternal grandmother's house and enjoyed some quality time together as a couple, working on their fourth child and contributing to the nurturing of the next generation of their nation.
Liu Fei took leave from the hospital and specially drove Fang Zhenhua to the Capital Airport.
Fang Zhenhua was going to take the plane to the Middle East first, accompanied by two Wolf Fang special operations teams, led by Lei Keming and Wang Jianjun respectively.
In Fang Zhenhua's view, Lei Keming and Wang Jianjun were not only ruthless but also very cunning.
Once they arrived in the north, the environment was extremely dangerous. With the two of them around, Fang Zhenhua found it much easier to do many things.
Fang Zhenhua traveled by military aircraft from Beijing to Babylon this time.
Then, they traveled from Babylon through the Ottoman Empire to the Caucasus region.
It was in this place that Fang Zhenhua met Yuri.
In Georgia, inside a reinforced concrete stronghold, Fang Zhenhua warmly embraced Yuri.
"Yuri, how have you been these days? Are you comfortable?"
Yuri gave Fang Zhenhua a somewhat resentful look.
"Boss, if possible, I'd like to go back to America, back to California. It's too cold here."
"Hahaha, we're all working towards our future goals. All the hardships we're going through now are for the enjoyment we'll have later. Just think about it! You're the president of Global Defense and Umbrella Corporation. Once you've accomplished all this, you'll be enjoying fine wine, US dollars, and women."
"This is my greatest expectation."
"Tell me! How's our plan to steal the sky going?"
“Boss, you should know very well that most of the design bureaus here are in Ross’s area. As for Ross Jr.’s area, there’s only the Antonov Design Bureau. My uncle is currently just the Chief of Staff of the Odessa Military District. There are many things that we can’t do just because we want to.”
Fang Zhenhua was very clear about the Antonov Design Bureau; they had always been engaged in the research and development of transport aircraft, such as their most outstanding one, the An-225.
However, the Antonov Design Bureau is located in Kiev, and poaching people from there is not something that Dimitri, the chief of staff of the Odessa Military District, can handle.
To put it bluntly, Dimitri's military rank was still too low.
"Yuri, tell me! How can we promote your uncle's rank? How much money will it cost, or which connections need to be made?"
Yuri actually lowered his head and seriously considered Fang Zhenhua's words, indicating that they were not unfounded but could actually be true.
The Russian army is now on the verge of collapse, with only four years left. Corruption within the military is rampant, and it wouldn't be too difficult for Dimitri to buy his way into office.
"Boss, there really is someone who might be able to help us."
"The current Deputy Minister of Defense, General Yazov."
Upon hearing this person's name, Fang Zhenhua's thoughts immediately clicked. This was the last marshal in the history of the Red Empire, a figure with a very legendary life.
Moreover, if he remembers correctly, a very serious incident is about to break out in May of this year.
A young man from West Germany landed in Red Square in a small plane.
At this point, the map chief dismissed a group of veteran generals and ultimately chose General Yazov, the least senior of them, to become Minister of Defense. Three years later, Yazov was promoted to Marshal, becoming the last Marshal of the Red Empire.
"Why are you so confident that this General Yazov can help you?"
"Because when he was the commander of the 63rd Guards Motorized Infantry Battalion, my uncle was one of his soldiers, so he was the only one who could help my uncle."
"anything else?"
“Last year, my uncle was in charge of handling the aftermath of that serious nuclear accident, but he was only promoted to lieutenant general. I don’t think that’s fair.”
Fang Zhenhua nodded. He hadn't expected that Yuri, his greedy uncle, would have such great abilities, that he could be in charge of handling the aftermath of the nuclear leak accident.
If that's the case, then there's actually a lot of room for maneuver.
If we can take advantage of Yazov's lack of support at this time, then when the incident occurs in July, the relatively inexperienced Yazov will certainly lack enough trustworthy people under his command.
Naturally, Dimitri, his former subordinate, would then come into his sights.
Moreover, since Dimitri made significant contributions to the nuclear accident, it was entirely feasible for Yazov to promote him.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhenhua immediately asked.
"Yuri, is there anything I can help you with?"
"It's hard to say right now. If you think it's okay, boss, let my uncle go!"
"I think it's entirely feasible."
Chapter 94 Demitch's Progress
Yuri's uncle is now the Chief of Staff of the Odessa Military District.
It's not advisable to get too close to people like Fang Zhenhua.
So Yuri became the best middleman. After returning to the Odessa Military District, Yuri told his uncle about it.
He also added one more thing.
"Uncle, my boss said that as long as we can get General Yazov on our side, he will do everything he can to help you."
Dimitri was quite familiar with Yuri's boss, after all, he had $100 million in a Swiss bank, all of which came from that boss.
However, Yazov was, after all, a high-ranking officer in the military, and Dimitri, a lieutenant general, was not someone who could be easily relied upon.
He smiled wryly and shook his head.
"I don't know if I can get in touch with the general, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"General Yazov's daughter suffers from a very serious congenital heart disease. The domestic medical technology cannot solve it unless your boss has a solution."
Yuri sat in his uncle's office, lit a cigar, and then lit one for his uncle.
After hearing these words, Yuri suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked a question.
"Uncle, what if we transfer the general's daughter to the United States for treatment? The United States has extremely advanced medical technology, and perhaps we will have a great chance."
General Demitch shook his head.
"Putting aside whether it's even possible to transfer them, our identities are too special, and we lack enough contacts in the United States, so this is a very difficult matter."
The KGB, on the other hand, did have its own spies in the United States, but the KGB has always been separate from the military.
If Yazov were to entrust the KGB to find a good doctor in the US to treat his daughter at this time, who knows what kind of trouble would ensue.
The political scene in the north is already turbulent, and Yazov dares not take this risk.
Lack of a suitable contact person?
Dimitri's words immediately reminded Yuri that while others might not have a suitable contact, his boss did!
Fang Zhenhua is incredibly resourceful; he even managed to turn the head of the CIA against him.
If we were to use William Walden, and then have Mr. Ho fund it, that would be perfectly feasible.
Thinking of this, Yuri immediately spoke to his uncle.
"Uncle, I think my boss can make this happen?"
"real or fake?"
“There are some inside stories I can’t tell you, but I can tell you very clearly that my boss has enough connections. As long as you can get Yazov’s daughter out of the country, you don’t need to worry about the US.”
"Yuri, if you can really find connections in the US, then I might be able to seize some opportunities. As for sending the general's daughter abroad, that's not difficult for us."
"Uncle, I'll call my boss right away and confirm with him that if it's possible, you can go to the capital."
"You can make the call from my office!"
"I understand."
Yuri made a phone call to Fang Zhenhua, who was overjoyed to have such a good opportunity.
It shouldn't be too difficult with Walden, the key is how to get the call to him.
Obviously, you can't make this call from Georgia.
Thinking of this, Fang Zhenhua immediately told Yuri.
"I'm going to the Ottomans. Once I return, this matter can be arranged."
"I understand, boss."
Escorted by Lei Keming, Fang Zhenhua returned to Osman and then stayed in a hotel.
Fang Zhenhua called William Walden, who was in Tokyo, via the hotel's phone.
The CIA's headquarters for the Asia region is located in Tokyo, Japan.
Walden heard his secret phone ring and his heart tightened instantly.
Only one person knows this phone number.
After the phone rang several times, Walden finally answered it and lowered his voice.
"William, I need your help."
"What's the deal?"
"Use your connections to find me a top cardiac surgeon in the US. I need to send someone there, and this person is extremely important to me. I trust you can handle it, right?"
"What benefits can I get?"