1949 I am from the future

()【78】The White House is thinking

In the White House in January 1950, in the Oval Office of the President of the United States, President Truman and his dog-headed military division, Secretary of State Acheson, were having a long talk.Truman put his legs on the desk and put his weight on his warm and thick dark blue velvet sofa chair. His innocent blue eyes, so beloved by his constituents, flickered behind the glass lenses .

Truman skillfully opened the cigar in his hand with small scissors and handed it to Acheson: "Dean, what do you think of Mao's new speech?" After speaking, he pricked up his ears while cutting the cigar for himself.He knew that his secretary of state was better at formulating foreign policy than his president.

Acheson took the cigar, smelled it, looked around and said, "It's a great Havana cigar, do you know that a German man came home and saw a cigar still smoking on the table. Ask his wife, where did this cigar come from." Acheson struck a match, and slowly turned the cigar while smoking, the cigarette butts were evenly lit.

Truman said, "What did his wife say?"

Acheson walked to the edge of the fireplace, threw the long, long, specially made match that had burnt more than half of it into the fireplace, took a deep breath and said, "His wife was so frightened that she couldn't speak. The lover replied tremblingly, 'Cuba'."

Truman put the hand holding the cigar on the armrest of the sofa chair, squinted his eyes and smiled and said, "Oh, Dean, you bad guy, very interesting story, what do you want to say?"

Acheson stroked his neatly trimmed mustache lightly with his hands, and said with a smile: "This lover didn't need to answer, but he did."

Truman took a light puff of his cigarette and said, "You mean, Mao is showing favor to us? Is he guilty? Of course, he is afraid of us."

Acheson said: "It's obvious. You know, the government didn't get anything in the war except land and power. They desperately need money."

Truman shook his head and said, "No, I'm not going to give him a dime. If so, the McCarthy guys in Congress will go crazy, you know, Dean."

Acheson spread his hands and said, "Of course, we don't need to give him a penny. My judgment is that Mao's purpose is very clear. He hopes to ease the relationship with us, even under the pressure of Stalin."

"But Stalin gave him a loan," Truman muttered.

"We can also give him a loan, as long as he opens the market to us and agrees to use the loan to buy American goods. Of course, we should strictly abide by the regulations of the Paris Coordinating Committee, and only export our products except for military and industrial equipment." Acheson said.

He paced to sit next to Truman, and continued: "As long as Mao is willing to keep a distance from Stalin, and maintain a neutral relationship with the Communist International like Tito, all of this can be discussed. **Of course our enemy, but we Attention should be focused on the Soviet Union. If the red China completely falls to the Soviet Union, it will threaten our interests in the whole of Asia, South Vietnam and South Korea, Japan and even the Philippines. Once the Soviet Union gets the Chinese Pacific Ocean, This is too great a threat to us, and by then all of Asia will be under the control of the Soviet Union."

Truman said worriedly: "Yes, I understand your concern. If China joins the Soviet Union, ** will challenge all our interests in Asia. But Dean, you forgot, China is too big.

It is enough for us to give Tito a loan of 500 million US dollars. After all, there are only about [-] million people in Yugoslavia, while China has [-] million people!Gosh, that's eighty times more than Yugoslavia. "

Acheson twitched his mouth, raised his eyebrows and said: "Business, my old man, business, our loan can be recovered with the profit of the commodity. China is not capable of producing any complicated industrial products. The simplest radios have to be assembled from foreign parts. This is a very big market, very big. Even under the premise of the Batumi embargo, American businessmen can get a lot of profit from the trade."

Truman's eyes lit up. When it comes to business, he is very familiar with it. When he was serving in the army, he opened a canteen and made money from soldiers. After retiring, he opened a clothing store and made money from citizens.In short, as long as he smells money, he will get excited involuntarily.

"Chiang Kai-shek's people are distributing gold everywhere in Washington recently. I don't think Congress will be interested in your proposal at present..."

In Washington, where snowflakes are falling, the two people in the White House continue to discuss with each other...

Xiaoqiang returned to Li's house, but he was not drunk, but a little dizzy. Mr. Li didn't like to drink alcohol to others, so the host and guest enjoyed themselves, and everyone enjoyed the wine.

Halfway through the meal, Mr. Li put down his chopsticks, looked at Xiaoqiang and said, "Xiaoqiang, I heard about your business from Mu Bai. You are so capable. Tell me, old man, who are you selling to?" gone?"

Xiaoqiang suddenly heard Mr. Li asking this question, and he was a little speechless for a while. He is not a liar, and asking him to suddenly switch from the short chatter of his parents to this topic is tantamount to asking him to switch from honesty to lying in an instant. Can't react.

"No, I didn't sell it to anyone. It's just some small African countries. You, old man, want to know?" Xiaoqiang didn't have any quick wit, and stammered.

Li Muyun pouted on the side, chewing fried kidney in his cheek, and said vaguely: "You can tell a lie just by looking at you, you are obviously a fool, why are you imitating other people's deceit."

Mr. Li filled his glass with wine. This small glass is very comfortable to drink white wine, and it only takes one or two glasses.Mr. Li narrowed his mouth and said: "My granddaughter has seen it, and you still want to hide it from me? If you have something to hide, it's okay not to tell, but I can tell you that if you endanger national security, no one can protect you. "

Xiaoqiang was really frightened, and hurriedly said: "I can guarantee this, these weapons will never appear on the market at all, they are all internally digested, internally digested."

The old man was a little confused by Xiaoqiang's words: "Internal digestion? How about internal digestion?"

Xiaoqiang regained his composure, turned quickly, and said to his brain, which was a little dizzy from alcohol, "That is to say, these weapons will never appear again, and they are not seen on the market. Buyers just use them for training." .”

The old man scolded in Sichuan dialect with a straight face: "You liar, if you say something like this, it's either your common sense that's broken, or you're talking nonsense. After buying so many weapons, I can figure it out. This is going to war.

But let me tell you, Cao Xiaoqiang, you'd better tell your buyer that these weapons are too outdated, and it's okay to make a fuss in Africa. When you meet a powerful country, any of them can beat him to the ground. "