From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia did not continue talking to old Rothschild, but sat next to him and looked around quietly, blocking the old Bayer's motorcade inside Regent's Park for two full hours...

This feud is finally settled!

However, Qiao Jia was not nervous at all, and even had a strange sense of transparency.

A gentleman's agreement has been reached!

This means that none of us should bother anyone else, which is a waste of time and energy...

Just one battle will determine the outcome!

Of course, nothing matters if Qiao Jia loses, but as long as he wins, it means that he has firmly stepped into the top power class.

And before he does something anti-human, or there are huge problems with his strategic route, he will not fall out of this field because of the opinions of one or a few people.

In fact, Qiao Jia still has many ways to continue to consume them, and it is very likely that he will wait until their rapid decline, and at the same time, he can take advantage of those people's decline in strength to rush into their territory and feast on them.

However, as a transnational military group without a country as its backing, it will have to face too many problems after the showdown.

Once the other party launches a full-scale attack, Qiao Jia will become a firefighter. It is inevitable that P·B's work will stagnate, and that is only in one aspect...

A long confrontation is likely to cause a split in the company's reputation. This is what Qiao Jia is worried about.

Qiaojia never wanted to destroy the existing system and rules. He targeted the deteriorating parts of it.

Once he is pushed to the opposite side of existing political correctness because of his long-term confrontation with those people, then his past efforts will be compromised.

Qiao Jia's ideal is not to be one of those people at all, nor even to compete for the power in their hands.

Fighting endlessly with those people for the things they care about seems completely meaningless to Qiao Jia now.

So Qiao Jia made up his mind to end the meaningless consumption even if he filled himself in, and let the entire P·B go into battle lightly and do what they should do.

There was nothing surprising about the conversation with old Rothschild, but it made Qiao Jia more determined in his ideas and route.

Old Rothschild was right when he said that Gioga was an idealist...

But Qiaojia himself knows that he is an idealist under the framework of Western rules, and his role is naturally that of a challenger.

The negative effects of neoliberalism have magnified the role of Qiao Jia, an idealist, and the two are absolutely incompatible!

The terms proposed by the old Rothschild were tempting, but the capitulating idealists were worthless...

It is actually a huge tragedy that a boy who slays a dragon becomes an evil dragon!

If Che Guevara had not died on the path of his ideals, the greatness that influenced several generations would not exist!

The difference between Choga and Guevara is that Guevara hopes to overthrow all Western systems, while Choga wants to 'correct errors' within the system established by the West.

Qiao Jia did not follow the path of grand narrative. He never thought of overthrowing the existing system, because the cost needs to be borne by everyone, and no one knows whether the final result will be good or bad.

Old Rothschild had a very vicious vision. He saw the value of Joga at a glance and wanted people to join the Lake Baiga Foundation...

An idealist who becomes a leader can effectively hedge against the greed of those in the foundation, and may be able to guide the foundation to another path, instead of being driven by greed to keep moving forward...

The personalities, views, ideas, and behavioral habits of the two sides are completely different, but there is one thing they both agree on.

That means neoliberalism’s rules that conform to human nature are about to reach their peak!

The law of prosperity and decline may have taken one hundred or even two hundred years in ancient times, but in modern times with developed productivity, this time has been shortened.

The greed spawned by the desire for power and consumerism is like fuel, pushing the neoliberal train to extreme speed...

And the faster the speed, the worse the result of the final overturn!

Old Rothschild saw this, but he had obviously lost control of the 'train'...

His last blessing to Qiao Jia didn't seem like a polite word!

Jorgia felt that there might have been a split within the Lake Baikal Foundation, with the older generation of rationalists and the prime-age radicals at odds.

The policy orientation of government intervention in the New Washington Declaration is an effort and compromise made under external pressure, but it cannot solve the core contradiction at all.

Decades of rapid development and propaganda and brainwashing have allowed them to kidnap too many individuals, organizations and even countries, and no one is willing to give up the benefits they have obtained.

The internal affairs of the Lake Baikal Foundation originally had nothing to do with Qiao Jia. Unfortunately, from the day when P·B's size reached a point where everyone had to take it seriously, it was destined to be unable to escape the struggle.

Qiao Jia doesn't want to waste time on this meaningless fight. P·B can do many meaningful things. The honor Qiao Jia promises to the guys is all in these meaningful things!

Qiao Jia is sure to win!

If you still lose despite having the initiative, then it would be a good idea to return to Afica, stick to your ideals in a place where you won't be involved in the war, and wait for the big changes to advance.

The significance of the gentleman's agreement is that both sides use relatively restrained means to engage in a decisive battle and reduce the impact to the minimum scope. Neither side will carry out subsequent retaliatory actions, and the other side is even less likely to frame Qiao Jia on the Beixi issue.

Qiao Jia's strategic goal was achieved. It seemed that he was at a disadvantage by inserting himself, but in fact, he exchanged time for space and gained a huge room for maneuver. It was a win in every way!

After personally sending Old Rothschild to the car and watching the old man leave, Qiao Jia waved to the motorcade stuck in the park, and then asked the medical officer bird to start the vehicle and leave the north gate of Regent's Park...

Old Bayer was stuck in the park for nearly two hours. Not to mention the meeting with British Prime Minister Truss, he was probably late for the condolence ceremony.

This slap was definitely loud...

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Westminster Abbey...

The people who officially entered the venue were taking their seats under the guidance of the attendants.

However, the scene was full of dignitaries, and socializing was a rigid demand, so the scene seemed very chaotic.

Westminster Abbey is very large, but there are too many people coming to pay their respects, so the benches were replaced with simple black folding chairs, and even these were not enough to accommodate everyone...

There was a problem with the connection between the British government and the royal family, and the number of guests exceeded expectations.

The royal butler was like a fire on his butt, looking for extra chairs everywhere to accommodate those "out-of-scope" guests.

Igor, who was active, had two cat claw-like marks on his face. He was now sitting on the fourth row of folding chairs that were temporarily arranged in the cathedral...

Looking at a little girl in the front row who was making faces at him, Igor farted angrily, then looked at Briela who was covering her nose with a look of disgust next to him, and said unhappily: "We agreed to beat someone up, why are you pretending to be like this?"

Briella raised her chest and chin like a swan, nodded to the archbishop who was greeting her parents, and after fully expressing her upbringing, she looked at Igor with squinted eyes and said: "I want to beat the Spaniards, why are you touching Charlotte, his great-grandmother just passed away..."

Igor turned his head and glanced at the girl in the front row, frowned and said: "White people, brown hair, black skirt, white Socks, what's wrong with that?" Briela rolled her eyes and pressed Igor's head, asking him to look to the left... "There are at least 10 girls like this on the scene, you fool..." Igor pushed Briela's hand away and said irritably: "How long will it take to end? I'm a little out of breath... What should I do to get that old priest to kick me out?" Briela covered Igor's mouth in horror, and then laughed dryly at the archbishop with a strange expression... "I'm sorry, Archbishop of Canterbury..." The gorgeously dressed archbishop smiled and nodded. He glanced at Igor, who couldn't sit still, and said with a smile: "Are you the son of Knight Joe?" Hearing that the other party mentioned his father, Igor was stunned. He stood up and nodded, saying, "Yes, my father is George Paz, and everyone generally calls him Jackal or Knight Joe..." The archbishop looked at the chubby Igor with interest, and said with a smile, "You are the legendary 'demon boy' Igor..." The archbishop's slightly aggressive words made Nice frown. Just when she wanted to say something, Igor said indifferently, "I heard that the old Indian man gave me this nickname, and I don't like it very much..." "Oh? Why?" Igor obviously didn't want to have too much communication with the archbishop. He said in a somewhat stiff manner, "Because this nickname makes people think that I am a child, I am a soldier!" The archbishop shook his head slightly and said, "This has nothing to do with you. It doesn’t matter if it’s not a child, child. God teaches us to face others with kindness. Wantless killing will only bring bad luck...”

Igor frowned and looked at the archbishop in front of him. He felt that the old man didn’t seem to say anything good, because Albert II and Princess Charlene’s faces became ugly, and his mother had already stood up...

Just when the atmosphere seemed a little awkward, the tall figure of Qiao Jia appeared from the inside of the cathedral...

The guide took Qiao Jia and the kitten to the position with a solemn expression. He didn’t bother to observe the abnormality around him, and turned to Cleverly who was standing on the right side of the church...

The guide heard Qiao Jia’s conversation with Shavin clearly, and he had to inform Cleverly, the real royal butler, of the news.

Qiao Jia was like being late for the movie. He apologized all the way and squeezed in from the left side with the kitten.

Walking to Nice's side, feeling the strange atmosphere around him, Qiao Jia reached out and pushed Igor, who was stiff-necked, back to his position and said, "What happened?"

Igor pursed his lips and spread his hands and said, "This old priest said that I should face the world with kindness, and that excessive cruelty would bring bad luck...

I don't know what he is talking about?"

Qiao Jia frowned and looked at the archbishop in gorgeous clothes. He shook his head and said, "Your Excellency, I think you are wrong. Cruelty will not bring us bad luck, because we are the "doom" itself."

As he said this, Qiao Jia looked at a few guys who appeared hurriedly at the main entrance of the cathedral. He smiled and said, "If you want to criticize cruelty, go there.

The President of the United States is expected to arrive soon, and he must meet your so-called cruel standards.

If you tell him what you said to my son, I will apologize to you for my current attitude...

If you don't say it, I will think you are one of his gang...

A bastard who drinks human blood has no right to point fingers at my son! "