Chapter 155: Mr. Meta I believe

In the evening, when Zhou Ming returned to the manor in the southern suburbs of the consulate, Maita had just finished eating. He was happy to see Zhou Ming return and immediately stood up and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, the food here is really delicious. Today's spicy chicken, yesterday's shredded pork with chili sauce and Kung Pao chicken, as well as mapo tofu, dried tofu, bean curd and yuba. My God, how can you Chinese make so many delicious things from soybeans? It's almost a miracle!'

Chinese food culture has a long history, otherwise future generations would not have anything like A Bite of China. But in the face of Mr. Maita's praise, Zhou Ming, who is not a foreigner boasting about his culture, was still a little embarrassed.

'Mr. Maita, didn't you eat Chinese food when you were in the United States? As far as I know, there should be quite a few Chinese restaurants in the United States,' said Zhou Ming.

'Mr. Zhou Ming, don't even mention it,' said Maita, waving his hand impatiently. "I went to a Chinese restaurant with a friend when I was young. Oh my God, you can't imagine how terrible the food was. I almost threw up yesterday's lunch after just one bite. The taste of the pepper mixed with the tomato sauce was just disgusting! It was like something the devil had cooked!'

'Maybe the restaurant owners did it that way to cater to your American tastes," guessed Zhou Ming.

Meita said angrily, 'That's really stupid! He actually gave up such a delicious method and turned what should have been a heavenly dish into hell. I think the heads of these people must have been roasted over the stove. Chinese food is best when it is kept in its original form. It's just that your dishes always have so much chili in them. My goodness, in order to satisfy my mouth, I'm afraid my butt will suffer.'

'If you don't like chilli, then just don't order Sichuan or Hunan cuisine next time. It's only one of the eight major Chinese cuisines,' said Zhou Ming.

Upon hearing this, Meta jumped up, his eyes wide. 'What? Mr Zhou Ming, you're saying that such delicious food is only one of the eight major Chinese cuisines? My God, your country is truly a food paradise. If I have the chance, I must travel all over China and try all the food!'

Zhou Ming smiled and said, 'Mr. Maita really has great ambitions, but I think you should learn to use chopsticks first, don't you?'

'Don't even mention your chopsticks. How can you eat with such difficult things?' Maita continued, 'But fortunately, I've come up with a good solution. As long as I tie one end of the chopsticks with a rubber band and then roll up some paper and sandwich it between the chopsticks, these naughty chopsticks can be easily tamed.'

Meita said and demonstrated it to Zhou Ming again, but Zhou Ming couldn't help but laugh at his self-righteous approach: 'I say, Mr. Meita, if you use chopsticks like that, do you think it's any different from eating with tweezers?'

Meita was stunned: "I just think it's easy to use, I didn't think about it that much.'

'How to use chopsticks, just practice more, and when you get used to it, you won't find it difficult at all. Compared to that, I have more important things to discuss with you today," Zhou Ming said to Meita.

Mata nodded in agreement. He invited Zhou Ming to sit down and then guessed, 'I know that the American ambassador also went to the Red Square Building today, but I am still wanted in the United States. I haven't found a lawyer to help me get off the hook. To use a Chinese saying, I am powerless.'

'I didn't think that although Mr. Mata is here, he is still very well informed about the news outside,' Zhou Ming said. 'But that's not what I want to talk about.'

'You're not talking about that?' Mata was very surprised.

Du Peng was not happy with this reaction from Maita: 'I must say, Mr Maita, you are wrong. I admit that Mr Robert deserves respect, but after all, he is only the American ambassador. What can he do to us? Not to mention that we are only carrying out legitimate financial activities here, and have not violated any national laws or regulations.'

Maita's first reaction was to freeze for a moment, and then he gave a thumbs-up, saying, 'Legitimate financial activities. Mr Du Peng comes from a good family background, and this comment is beyond reproach.'

Du Peng looked at Maita proudly, but in fact he was still a little unsure. After all, this statement came from Consul Zhang Hui, and it was a decision of the Central Government. If he continued to talk, he might reveal the truth. Fortunately, Zhou Ming's words immediately helped him change the subject.

'Mr. Maita, in a few days, I will be returning to my country,' Zhou Ming said.

Zhou Ming's tone was very light and ordinary, but in Maita's ears it was no different than a bomb exploding. He looked at Zhou Ming with eyes full of disbelief.

Not only Maita, but everyone including Du Peng and Su Han Kalina was surprised. After Zhou Ming said in the car that he wanted to discuss things with Maita, they had wondered what position Zhou Ming would use to discuss things, but they never imagined that Zhou Ming would be so direct.

Facing everyone's surprise, Zhou Ming explained to himself, 'Actually, I have also thought about exactly how to tell you, Mr. Maita, but after thinking about it, for someone of your status, Mr. Maita, using any method would be an insult to your character. It is better to just tell you directly.'

As soon as Zhou Ming finished speaking, Maita immediately raised his hands, in an unacceptable tone, and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, please wait. You don't need to explain. I just want to know why you are returning to your country at this time? Has something happened? But didn't you say that the ambassador didn't have any way to deal with you, and that you were just engaging in legitimate financial activities here, without violating any laws or regulations?'

'That's true. In fact, it's not because of this matter. It's just that there are more important things back home that I need to deal with...'

Zhou Ming's words were interrupted by Meta's anger before he could finish: 'What else could be more important than this? Don't you know that the wealth you transferred to the Swiss bank today is equivalent to your country's annual national income? Don't you know that the money we can make in the future will be more than ten times that amount?'

Zhou Ming said, "Of course I know." Meta was furious again: 'If you know, why did you discuss this stupid matter with me?'

'Because you are here, Mr. Meita,' Zhou Ming said.

Meita was stunned. His mouth hung open for a long time, but in the end he could not say anything, because according to his original script, no matter what Zhou Ming said, he would have nine ways to refute him. But now Zhou Ming's rhetorical question had left him speechless.

'Mr. Maita, you are a financial warfare expert specially appointed by the US president. You can be said to be an authority in the financial field from the beginning, and you have spent more than ten years meticulously planning Project Dota. No one will understand the operations involved better than you. As for me, I'm afraid you know the situation in our country well, Mr. Maita. Our economy is a recent development, let alone finance. You and I are in no way comparable.'

Zhou Ming said to Meita, while reaching out to pull him down to sit. Finally, he said to him with a serious tone, 'So what should be done in the future and how each step should be taken, you, Mr. Meita, are the only one who knows best. Whether I am here or not, I don't think it makes much difference. In fact, if I, an outsider, keep pointing my finger here, it will even interfere with you. Then I might as well not be here. What do you think, Mr. Meita?'

Meita is a very arrogant person. He has always been very confident in his mastery of capital. Perhaps scholars like Nordleman and Brand can theoretically compete with him, but when it comes to actual combat, when they have to fight head-on in the capital market, these people, combined, would not be his match. As for this Zhou Ming from China, that goes without saying.

Meta admitted that he had suffered a lot at Zhou Ming's hands, and also admitted that Zhou Ming was a very talented businessman, and that he had now been reduced to relying on him. But to be honest, Zhou Ming's understanding of the fundamentals of financial capital was a complete mess.

As God is my witness, don't ask him to tell you what the essence of the financial capital market is, and don't ask him to explain the meaning of securities. Just pick a stock at random in the stock market, and you'll be lucky if he can figure out the laws governing the activities of this stock.

Meta was not one to make excuses, but in the face of his previous failures, he did not think that his understanding of finance and capital markets was inferior to the other party's. He believed that it was just Zhou Ming's Chinese-style cleverness, or the Chinese people's good use of the art of war and cunning.

Whether it was the daily necessities stocks on the Chelf market or the oil fields in Siberia, as long as they entered into a real contest of financial capital, Zhou Ming did not have even one victory!

Not to mention before, when the final Tower Project used the North Russian stock market to declare war on him, he would not have been at a loss. If it weren't for someone in the country stabbing him in the back at the end, Zhou Ming would have long since fled in disgrace with the money he made before amidst internal and external troubles. Not to mention those people in North Russia, even Tong Gang and Li Chengzuo, who came to Hong Kong with him as businessmen, would have to change their allegiance.

It is precisely for this reason that if Zhou Ming were to order him to do something, Maita would have a hundred ways to argue back. But now Zhou Ming has so readily acknowledged his abilities in financial capital and said that he would interfere with his own interests, leaving Maita at a loss for words.

Of course, none of this is the most important thing. Maita mumbled, 'But Mr. Zhou Ming, do you really trust me that much? Aren't you afraid that I will do something?'

Facing this question from Maita, Zhou Ming smiled and asked in return, 'Then would you do it, Mr. Maita?'

Mata was once again at a loss for words, and Zhou Ming did not seem to be expecting an answer. He then said to him, 'Mr. Mata, you are the world's top financial warfare master, and masters all have very noble qualities. Now that I have brought you here, it means that I trust you. So, if I trust you, why would I doubt you and not leave everything to you?'

Maita looked at Ming with a stunned expression, unable to speak for a long time. Only his trembling lips could prove how excited he was at the moment.

He couldn't believe that when the US government had sent the FBI to North Russia to arrest him for a groundless reason, a Chinese who had previously been his rival would actually believe in him so much as to entrust him with such an important matter. What kind of person was this!

Mr. Maita thought to himself, then stood up, bowed silently to Zhou Mingshen, and said in a solemn tone like a prayer, 'Mr. Zhou Mingshen, I will promise you in the name of God that I will do my best to do the things you entrust to me, to repay your great trust in me!'

'Mr. Maita, I believe you,' Zhou Mingshen said.