Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

There are good dramas in Xiangjiang, and the ups and downs of the plot are like a Hollywood blockbuster. Unfortunately, as the initiator and planner of this good drama, Tan Zhenhua has no chance to see it. Not only is it not possible to see it, but he is living now. The days are like years.

After having dinner with Wu Juewen that day, this person seemed to have evaporated from the world and could never be found again.

Not only he can’t find him, but even those second-generation elder brothers who usually have to get together every three to five times, and then run a few laps on the Shwedagon Pagoda road track to show off their car skills, luxury cars, and beauties around them are also collectively missing, as if They have never appeared in Burmese jade.

This is going to be cold!

Tan Zhenhua sighed and looked at Wang Nanmu who was driving beside him.

Miss Wang is wearing a white T-shirt with a pair of jeans today, a pair of big sunglasses cover half of her face, her hair is also casually tied in a ponytail, she has no makeup, and she has no makeup.

But even this simple dress still made Tan Zhenhua amazed. There is no way to be beautiful, that is, to wear beautifully. Wang Nanmu is not the man-made net celebrity beauty that Tan Zhenhua used to build on plastic surgery and various makeup techniques in his previous life. It is purely natural.

In the past few days, every evening, Wang Nanmu will take him to the Shwedagon Pagoda for a round. They are not to see the Buddha's light, but to make it possible to "encounter" with those second generations again. Unfortunately, they did not succeed once. .

"Let's go back one more lap," Tan Zhenhua said helplessly.

Wang Nanmu let out an "um", then lightly tapped the accelerator. By the way, since this time, she has been driving this Porsche 911 every day, and has been very familiar with it. As her understanding deepens, she has become more and more in love with this car.

The appearance is beautiful, and the control is free. Compared with the original standard 212 of the police force, it is like a phoenix to a black chicken...

This car, like Tan Zhenhua said, really matches me!

She turned these in her mind, then glanced randomly across the rearview mirror, and suddenly smiled and said, "He is here."

Tan Zhenhua also looked in the rearview mirror hurriedly when he heard the words, only to see a gray Aston Martin DB5 appeared in the field of vision, and flashed the lights at them.

Tan Zhenhua smiled and motioned to Wang Nanmu to lean the car to the side of the road, and then rolled down the window.

DB5 leaned up, and then the car window rolled down, revealing half of Wu Juewen's face. When Tan Zhenhua looked over, he found him alone in the car.

He obviously didn't mean to get out of the car, but raised his eyebrows at Tan Zhenhua and Wang Nanmu and said, "Run a lap?"

Tan Zhenhua immediately challenged: "Come on, don't cry if you lose!"

Wu Juewen said, "No cheating is allowed this time!"

Tan Zhenhua smiled and said, "Okay, no problem, this time I have to be honest."

Then he got out of the car and acted as the starting officer.

This time there was no bet and only one lap, so the maximum speed was not raised too high. Unfortunately, Wu Juewen's DB5 was once again lost to Wang Nanmu's 911.

Of course, without the help of the NOS system, Wang Nanmu won this time very thrillingly. Both the vehicles and driving expertise of both sides have been vividly displayed. The DB5 has strong horsepower and fierce straights, while the 911 has a light body and flexible corners.

Wu Juewen got out of the car and said regretfully: "Unfortunately, there is only one lap. If I run a few more laps, I should have a chance to win."

Wang Nanmu frankly admitted: "Yes, your technique is much better than mine, I just took advantage of the car."

Wu Juewen asked suspiciously, "But you didn't use the NOS system this time?"

Tan Zhenhua explained: "The NOS of my car is only one aspect of modification, and of course it is also a more important aspect. In fact, I spent 50,000 US dollars on this car, and in order to modify and adjust it, I spent more The same money."

Wu Juewen sighed: "Sure enough, you are right, recharging can become stronger, Mr. Tan, let's talk about recharging."

Tan Zhenhua got on the DB5, Wu Juewen rolled the window, started it, and started to slowly circle the road around the Shwedagon Pagoda. This time, it was at a normal speed, and Wang Nanmu also started 911 and followed closely.

"Mr. Tan, someone told me that the recent wave of financial turmoil in Xiangjiang was all due to your handwriting. Besides, in addition to Huaqing Company, there is a'Hongqi Private Equity Fund' under your name. This fund has made great gains in this financial turmoil. I want to ask you to verify. Is this person correct?"

Wu Juewen asked straightforwardly.

Tan Zhenhua smiled.

Wu Juewen asked him this question. He was not surprised at all. His father was the minister of the "Ministry of Interior" in Myanmar, and the so-called "internal affairs" managed by this "Ministry of Interior" was neither the economy nor the people's livelihood, nor was it energy transportation. It is national security.

Intelligence work is obviously an extremely important field in national security affairs.

You can imagine what the father did when Wu Juewen relayed his words to his major general father.

China Mainland is of course a place where third-rate intelligence agencies such as the "Ministry of Interior" in Burma cannot and dare not penetrate, but Xiangjiang is different. What's more, Xiao Tan Tan's current fame in Xiangjiang is huge. To understand what he is doing, you don't need to ask someone to inquire, just buy a few newspapers...

Tan Zhenhua smiled slightly and replied lightly: "Yes, those are all planned and arranged by me. In fact, they can't be regarded as the bureaus set by me. It's just that some people who think they are smart set up bureaus and want to cheat others. I see through them. Now, it’s just a matter of planning."

Wu Juewen nodded. Tan Zhenhua's answer did not exceed his expectations. In fact, after so many interactions with this little white face, he became more and more fond of the Chinese teenager who was younger than him.

The age difference between the two is not much, and Tan Zhenhua's scheming, city, ability, wrist and understanding of various major events in the world have all made him admire him, even in the field of road racing where he is quite conceited. Of insight.

For example, for the first time in his life he heard of cheating devices like "NOS" from Tan Zhenhua.

Putting aside all positions, Wu Juewen really wanted to make Tan Zhenhua as a friend.

If he can agree to the condition he proposed.

The conversation between the two parties was very frank, and neither of them wanted to hide their true intentions.

Therefore, Wu Juewen said: "Since Young Master Tan is so frank, let me first mention a prerequisite. If you can agree to this condition, then we will have the possibility of continuing negotiations. If you can't agree to this condition, then, next Don’t talk about everything, and Young Master Tan can also go home as soon as possible."

"Oh? So, what kind of prerequisite is this?"

The other party said so solemnly that Tan Zhenhua didn't take it seriously.

"Actually, it is not so much a condition as it is a promise, a promise that you need to agree to by Tan Zhenhua himself."

Wu Juewen replied in a deep voice.