Chapter 427: The Rebel Army Who Eats Leopard Gallbladder
Although Canada's 30 billion shipbuilding order has paid a deposit and reached a good relationship with Russia, Canadians who feel good about themselves are always worried and send troops everywhere to act as the role of the Virgin and Savior.
Either they go to Africa to mediate the military dispute between the two countries, or interfere with the civil strife in Somalia, and attempt to resolve the dispute. It is obvious that the combat effectiveness of their own army is a little stronger than that of Italy. The key is that the Italian navy and the warships they drove out are relatively new. On the other hand, Canada is full of old quasi-retired warships...
With such strength, it makes the Russian president worry so much, and he feels that there is an extra bottle of trouble. The key is that Canadians are causing trouble by themselves, and it doesn’t matter if they can’t see themselves clearly. They are very loving, and they even forcefully pull the Russians to participate in international mediation with them. In the name of saving lives and saving the country.
After almost 15 minutes, Ma Wei, who was staying in the lounge, received a notice from the female secretary, "Mr. Ma Wei, His Excellency the President has finished the phone call, and he wants to see you now."
"Okay. By the way, the coffee tastes good." Mavie smiled slightly after saying that, as a polite expression.
However, his praise, coupled with his handsome expression, made the female secretary listen and watch, and his mood instantly improve. It was simply invisible to flirt with girls...
"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Mavie!" said the female secretary, leading Mavie to the door of the president's office. Then he stretched out his bare hands and knocked on the door lightly.
"Tu tuk."
"His Excellency President, Mr. Mavie has arrived, and is now outside the door." The female secretary said respectfully.
"Well, let him come in." The Russian President lowered his head and rubbed his temples. He couldn't say how much tormented he was during the 45-minute call with the Canadian Prime Minister. The Canadian army, which even some Southeast Asian countries could not defeat, was going to get involved in various international disputes.
They are either preparing to send warships to support them, or sending so-called elite troops to teach them to fight. They really have no self-knowledge. The key is that they want to pull Russia into the water in Canada.
"Good afternoon, Your Excellency President, I am Mavi." Mavi, wearing a black suit, walked into the Russian President's office with a signature smile. Although he had been here more than once, he felt very sad every time.
Once upon a time, I was just a very ordinary young man. By chance, I was reborn in this Russian second-generation arms. Then I managed step by step and gathered connections, from the original businessman to the important position now. I have experienced too much...
"Well, Mavie, you're here, sit down." The Russian President pointed to the seat in front of him and signaled Mavie to sit down.
"Thank you, Your Excellency President. You asked me two days ago whether I would intervene in the Syrian civil war. I think I already have the answer." After sitting down, Mawei said to the Russian President straight to the point.
Every decision of the president requires staff, think tanks, and collective efforts to put forward opinions from different directions for him to choose from. Of course, each opinion requires a convincing reason.
"Oh, is it? What answer? Let's hear it?" The Russian president said, his hands and fingers crossing each other. He was very interested in Mavie's answer. After all, someone's thoughts and decisions never made any mistakes. This is a very good reference.
"It's like this, His Excellency the President, Syria is located near the four countries of Israel, Jordan, Saudi Arabia and India. He also belongs to the Mediterranean country. It is a relatively important strategic location in Europe and the Middle East."
"If the Syrian government is controlled by the rebels, it means that the i*s armed forces behind it control the entire Syrian region. In this way, it is likely to affect the direction of oil prices in the entire Middle East. At the same time, this will also make the al-Qaeda and Taliban armed forces that we have worked hard to encircle and suppress, useless efforts."
Ma Wei, who knew it with reason and emotion, said to the Russian President. To be honest, the Russian President's think tank has also said it.
But if the same content is said by different people, it feels different. It often affects the final result.
After hearing this, the Russian president couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked Mavie, "When you mean, is it to support us Russia and Syria?"
"Well, yes, Your Excellency the President. Instead of the Syrian government, which ends up in the hands of al-Qaeda and becoming a riot country, it is better to be supported by a country with a sense of justice and powerful strength. The situation in Afghanistan was very similar to that of Syria today. Once those terrorists occupy the country, they will definitely cause greater trouble in the future."
This time, Ma Wei no longer answered vaguely like the previous two times. Instead, he directly gave a positive answer.
As he said just now, once the terrorists seize power, it will bring an absolutely devastating blow to the country. At that time, those poor people will not only be oppressed, but also cruelly abused. Even their children will be brainwashed by the terrorists and eventually become victims of the war...
The Russian President listened carefully to Mavie's advice. From his perspective, sending troops to Syria to support is indeed a matter of greater benefits than disadvantages. However, any decision like this requires reasonable reasons. That is, the so-called excuse.
Russia is not a world policeman, so it is not convenient for him to send troops to support him at any time.
Mavie also knew this truth, so he would not try his best to convince the president that he would send troops to Syria. His proposal has been finished, and how to make a decision in the end depends on the Russian president himself.
"Mavi, thank you for your comments, I will think about it carefully." The Russian President said, and stood up and shook hands with Mavie.
"Your Excellency President, be polite." Mawei replied modestly. Every time he contacts these bigwigs in Russia, he always tries to remain humble and polite as much as possible to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings.
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After leaving the Russian Presidential Palace, Mavie got into his car and drove away from the Kremlin.
Chapter completed!