Chapter 300: Farewell

At 10am, Zhou Ming arrived at Majid's office. When Majid saw Zhou Ming coming, he immediately jumped up happily to greet him. Read the full story!

'Mr Zhou Ming, you don't know, yesterday US President Walsh announced the end of the Gulf War. Some people thought that the economic sanctions had also ended, and wanted get rid of my influence and went out to purchase food. As a result, they were sunk by a US warship before they even left the Persian Gulf. Now they understand that I am still in control of food in Iraq!'

Majid paused for a moment before continuing, 'However, there is something I would like to discuss with you first, Mr. Zhou Ming. I heard that you have a good relationship with the Kurdish princess, but in the future, the Al-Hussein family will still actively deal with the Kurdish rebels.'

Zhou Ming spread his hands and said, 'This is your internal affair in Iraq. I don't think I am qualified to get involved. I am just a businessman. Only by not participating in the conflict can I get greater benefits.'

'You are worthy of the name Mr. Zhou Ming. You really can let go in this regard!' Majid praised Zhou Ming and then handed him several documents. 'Let's get back to the issue of food. These are the procurement lists that several families in the country gave me, and they also said that they would use Iraqi dinars for transactions.'

Hearing Majid say this, Zhou Ming couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He was then certain that Lea's skills were really not bad. Climbing in and out of the windows, she didn't even alert any of the Presidential Palace guards, otherwise Majid would have definitely asked directly.

Once he had figured this out, it was easy for Zhou Ming to follow Majid's words and exclaim in surprise, 'Iraqi dinar? You're not going to tell me you've agreed to those families, are you?'

Majid pointed at his head and said, 'Unless I'm crazy, or even if I am, I won't agree to their demands.'

Indeed, the dinar is the name of the currency of Iraq, and the Al-Hussein family, as the ones in power, can print as many dinars as they want without considering financial stability. To them, there is no difference between dinars and waste paper. between them. The food they have is all bought with oil, so if they can use the national currency to buy it, it means that they can trade bundles of waste paper for food. Isn't that a fantasy?

However Zhou Ming shook his head and said, 'I think you should agree to their request, Magid, and allow them to use Nair to buy your food.'

'What? Are you crazy, Zhou Ming?' Magid was extremely surprised and looked at Zhou Ming with an incredulous expression.

'I of course I'm not crazy, I just think this approach will be more beneficial.' Seeing that Majid still didn't understand, Zhou Ming continued, 'Mr Acting President, let me tell you a story. A frog. If you throw it into 40-50 degree Celsius hot water, it will jump out immediately, But if you put it in cold water and then slowly bring it to a boil, the frog won't jump out immediately. Then, as the water boils, the frog will eventually be boiled alive.'

'I know this is the famous experiment of the frog in the slowly boiling water. Why are you telling me this...'

Maji stopped here because he suddenly thought of something and said, 'You mean to say that the food is used as warm water to boil those families, and a little bit of increase is fine, right?'

'Congratulations congratulations on your answer,' said Zhou Ming. "I'm sure these people who can make such a request of you are not small families, are they?'

Majid nodded in reply: "They are all very important families with great power in the army and oil.'

'That That's right. If we refuse their request for food for nothing, they may take other actions, or join forces to stage a coup, or go it alone and contact foreign companies to carry out their oil-for-food scheme. continued, 'I know that with your Husseini family's energy, Al-Majeed, you are not easily overthrown, but the point is that it is not worth it!'

'Then if you can promise to make them dependent on the food produced by the Al-Hussein family, then they will not try to overthrow the government or take part in other oil-for-food schemes.

Zhou Ming Finally, he said, 'If this continues, and when they can't live without the Al-Hussein family's food, you can gradually increase the proportion of oil or US dollars. They will have no choice but to accept it because of the trouble. Even if one day this proportion becomes so large that they can't bear it, they will be powerless to resist.'

Majid clapped happily, 'What a brilliant idea! In terms of business and layout, Mr. Zhou Ming, you are truly an incomparable genius. What honour do I have to receive your guidance? In the future, you will be the most highly regarded guest in Iraq!'

'That I'd be grateful, but I've come to say goodbye today. I'm leaving for the US soon,' said Ming Zhou.

Faced with Zhou Ming's words, Majid was stunned on the spot, with an expression of 'you're messing with me', and then said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, are you dissatisfied with my arrangement? Then I can also appoint you as the Minister of Foreign Affairs in charge of all foreign trade with Iraq. I think this is a very good arrangement. Despite the economic sanctions we are currently suffering, we can still have very good returns...'

Zhou Ming interrupted Majid, 'Mr Acting President, I think you must have misunderstood me. I am not trying to raise the price, I am not dissatisfied with the arrangement you have given me, but my friends in the United States really need my help.'

Seeing that Majid Jide was still a little suspicious, so Ming had to continue: 'Mr Acting President, I think you should know that strictly speaking I am an American businessman. Whether it is the arms deal for guided bullets or the deal under the oil-for-food programme, it was basically done by my partners in the United States.'

Jide then realised: 'So now the US government is taking revenge on your partners?'

'I'm not sure if that's the specific reason, but now they're asking for help, and I think I have a duty to go back and save them, just as I came to Iraq to save them.' Ming said, and then asked, 'I think the President will escort me to the border, right?'

This was the real reason why Ming had come to see Majid. He needed an escort and approval from the Iraqi government. After all, it was a war zone, and there were dangers everywhere . In order to be responsible, Zhou Ming believes that he needs to minimise the danger. Even with the protection of Zhang Lin and the Desert Squad, it is better not to be reckless if you can avoid it.

Majid Majid thought for a moment and asked, 'What are your arrangements, Mr. Zhou Ming?'

'I have already contacted the embassy. Ambassador Lin said that as long as I can leave Iraq, the embassy of a neighbouring country will arrange a flight for me back, and then I can just transfer somewhere and be back in the United States,' Zhou Ming replied.

'Oh I see. Since Mr. Zhou Ming has already made up his mind, I will be happy to see you off,' said Majid.

'I very happy to have come to Iraq and very happy to have worked so well with you, Majid.' At this point, Ming suddenly paused, and then added, 'Also, I think the President can say hello to President al-Salam on my behalf, and some of the drama can come to an end.'

Ming said, and then got up and left, while Maged just stood there, so stunned that he forgot to get up and see Zhou Ming off.

It wasn't until a long time later that Maged came back to his senses. He gave a bitter smile, then got up and went to an office on the top floor, where he was keeping Salm under house arrest. But when Maged opened the office door, he saw Salm sitting in the chair with his legs crossed, drinking tea, and in his arms he was holding a young woman who was buttoning her blouse.

It was obvious that they had just done something exciting. When Salim saw Majid enter, he naturally looked up, his face full of contentment and naturalness, and there was nothing at all about him that suggested he was under house arrest.

'My What made you suddenly want to come and see me? Is something wrong?' Salm asked curiously.

'Just now, Mr. Zhou Ming resigned from his position because his partner in the United States had some problems, and another reason is that he also realised that you are not under house arrest,' Majid said.

Salm listened curiously, and asked, 'How did he notice this?'

Majid spread spread his hands and replied, 'I don't understand either. Maybe we revealed our flaws from the start, or maybe he didn't believe I could really keep you under house arrest. But no matter what, I'm sure of one thing: he was playing along with us the whole time.'

Salm smiled: 'I have never admired many people in my life, but Mr. Zhou Ming is definitely one of them! It seems that I shouldn't have let you go to his meeting in my place. A man like him would have been fine even if I had gone myself! Perhaps after listening to his opinions, my level as president could rise to a whole new level.'

Majid glanced at Salim in response, and he really wanted to say no, it wasn't maybe, it was definitely possible to learn a lot from Zhou Ming, but in the end he didn't have the courage to say those words.

On the other hand, Zhou Ming got into Ambassador Lin Hong's car after leaving the presidential palace, and then left the capital Badina under the escort of the presidential palace guards assigned to him by Majid.

Zhou Ming did not say goodbye to Lea again. In fact, at this time, he was unable to say goodbye to her again. After all, now that Salm had dealt with the external threat, he would continue to turn the guns on the Kurds. At this time, Zhou Ming and Leila got too close, so not only would he be unable to leave Iraq, but Princess Leila's life could also be in danger. This outcome was better than not meeting at all, but it was a bit cruel to Leila.

In another room of the presidential palace room in the Presidential Palace, Rhea stood at the window, silently watching Zhou Ming leave. She was smart enough to know the reason for his hasty departure, and she was even more aware of their respective situations. She knew that this parting was destined to be like this.

Thinking about this, Rhea subconsciously touched her belly, and a smile appeared on her face: Don't worry, I'm sure I'll have a healthy little one, and he'll definitely be as courageous as you are, daring to think and fight, and he'll become the greatest Kurdish chieftain!

Zhou Ming, on the other hand, only crossed the Iraqi border in the afternoon, and then followed the route he had planned long ago, taking a flight in a neighbouring country and returning to the United States on the third day.

At 6 pm on March 7th at 6pm, Ming Zhou's plane landed at San Francisco Airport. Ming Zhou walked out of the airport along the corridor, and Tang Ran, who had been waiting here, flew over to Ming Zhou and threw herself into his arms, crying, 'Ming, something terrible has happened! My Down syndrome family is finished, they're going to tear us apart!' Please remember and cried, 'Brother Ming, it's bad, my Down syndrome family is finished, it's going to fall apart!'