At 9 p.m. US time, General Pat Prof called Zhou Zhihan: "Zhihan! At 12 noon tomorrow, Mr. Laughlin Cory, the chief adviser of President Roosevelt, agreed to you, but Mr. Advisor is busy with business and only gives you ten minutes."

"Teacher..."

Zhou Zhihan was overjoyed. He knew that the ten minutes must have been won by his mentor for all his efforts.

"Don't rush to thank me. Tonight, you will prepare to see Mr. Laughlin Cory tomorrow. What will you say? Because time is limited, it depends on these ten minutes." General Pat Plov continued, "I will give you a piece of advice first. When meeting Mr. Presidential Advisor, don't tell them how powerful Japan is, because most people in Washington are unwilling to offend the powerful Japan, but at the same time, don't tell you how backward you are, so that no one is willing to help losers and offend those who will losers."

Finally, General Pat Plov said earnestly: "Zhihan, you are the student I value the most, so I will spare no effort to help you. If you have the help of teachers in the United States, others will also have them even greater!"

Zhou Zhihan could naturally hear General Pat Plov’s implication, that is, the help the Japanese could seek in the United States was far better than the help they gave him.

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Zhihan, Song Ziwen and others were very excited. This was an unexpected good thing for them. They could meet the president's chief adviser the next day they came to the United States. This efficiency was the best in history.

Before Zhou Zhihan and his party arrived in the United States, Song Ziwen had heard from his third sister that he would send Zhou Zhihan as a representative to discuss the purchase of the P40 fighter jet, and he was still deeply worried about this.

Zhou Zhihan is just an enemy of ten thousand people, but in the political field, he is definitely not as good as the scheming Mao Bangchu. He also specially called the principal, hoping to continue to appoint Mao Bangchu as the leader to come to the United States.

Yesterday, when I went to the airport to pick up the plane and met General Pat Plov, Song Ziwen thought that the politician of the country came to the United States. Unexpectedly, when Zhou Zhihan got off the plane, General Pat Plov immediately went up and slapped Zhou Zhihan's shoulders hard. Only then did he realize the depth of the principal's intention.

"Zhihan! You really have it." Song Ziwen immediately changed his name, "Go to see Mr. Laughlin Corey tomorrow, what are you going to say?"

Zhou Zhihan was excited and kept walking back and forth in the house. He stopped after hearing this: "I was also thinking about what to say to impress the chief consultant and want to hear your opinion."

Zhang Mufei and Gong Yeti looked at Song Ziwen at the same time. Although Zhou Zhihan said "you", they knew that they would not give much advice on this matter.

Song Ziwen was in a good mood: "Ten minutes say it is not long, nor is it short, but it is enough for us to explain our position. We must be cautious and concise in our words. We cannot deal with American politicians like in China. They do not have the patience and will also hate it. They must hit the nail on the head and state their relationship..."

At 10:30 the next day, General Pat Plov sent a special car to pick up Zhou Zhihan and Song Ziwen.

The driver drove the car slowly across several streets, and then arrived at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue 20 minutes later, General Pat Plov had just arrived.

General Pat Plov took Zhou Zhihan and Song Ziwen into the diplomatic reception hall at the bottom of the White House. After a US second lieutenant officer found out the identity of the two, he led the three to a rest living room of the White House management department to sit, and asked someone to serve coffee, and told Mr. Laughlin Cory that he was having a meeting and would meet Colonel Zhou Zhihan in his office at 12 o'clock.

After chatting for a while, General Pat Plov stood up and said to Zhou Zhihan: "Zhihan, Mr. Laughlin Corey, I have met you. As for whether you can convince him, it depends on you. Although he is willing to help you, first of all, what you say must make him feel that it can impress the President."

After General Pat Plov left, only Zhou Zhihan and Song Ziwen were left in the house.

Seeing Zhou Zhihan picking up an American newspaper from the reading stand to read, Song Ziwen secretly said that this young man was neither humble nor arrogant in his work. Just looking at his current attitude seemed a little inconsistent with his age. In such an occasion, not to mention young people like him, even many calm and experienced diplomats would seem somewhat anxious when they learned in advance that they had only ten minutes to complete major tasks, but in this young man, there was no anxiety at all.

At this moment, Song Ziwen suddenly saw through the blinds, standing in front of the window of another living room, two other Japanese officers standing behind him.

Song Ziwen whispered: "Zhihan, the Japanese are here too. I wonder who they are going to see?"

Zhou Zhihan put the newspaper back to its original place and then walked to the window. He recognized the Japanese major general: "It's Zhongzhi Shengxiao! Could it be that they also came to see Mr. Laughlin Corey?"

"It's possible!"

Song Ziwen said that the trade between Japan and the United States is very huge, and it is easier for the Japanese to find referees than us.

Zhou Zhihan looked at Zhonglu Shengxiao, slowly opened the blinds, and said to Song Ziwen: "I don't know who Mr. Laughlin Corey will meet first?"

Song Ziwen looked at the watch: "At 11:45, we will see the final decision in 4 minutes."

At this moment, Zhongsu Shengxiao, who was standing opposite, turned his head and looked over here, immediately facing Zhou Zhihan's eyes.

Zhonglu Shengxiao slowly turned around, his eyes as sharp as a knife, full of murderous aura!

Zhou Zhihan's expression was still the same, and there was a faint ridicule on the corner of his mouth.

One of the two people behind Zhongsu Shengxiao also looked over. It was Grandpa Kato, with fierce eyes staring at Zhou Zhihan. His two resentful and fierce eyes seemed to penetrate Zhou Zhihan's heart.

Zhou Zhihan still had the same expression. He easily took out a cigarette, pinched three fingers with his right hand and tapped it on the big fingernail on his left hand.

Suddenly, Zhou Zhihan held the cigarette in his mouth, stretched out his palms, constantly changing his posture, just like two fighters fighting in the air.

Seeing this, Zhongsu Shengxiao and Kato immediately became angry and won. They were both ace pilots. Naturally, they could see that the maneuvering action that Zhou Zhihan did was the final process of Messer Schmidt shooting down Zero Battle over Yun'an Town not long ago. This was a great humiliation for the Imperial Air Force. Now when the enemy meets, they seem to be able to spit out fire in their eyes.

A sneer flashed at the corner of Zhou Zhihan's mouth, indicating that Messerchmitt's right palm made a three-leap jump like lightning, indicating that Messerchmitt's right hand made a three-leap jump vividly, then held an unlit cigarette in his left hand, pointed at the index finger of his right hand, and stretched his thumb down at 180 degrees to point to the ground.

At this moment, Zhong Zi Shengxiao was both shocked and angry. What was shocked was that the Chinese would indeed jump three times, and what was angry was that the Chinese humiliated themselves.

At this moment, the Japanese man who had always turned his back to the window slowly turned around and looked at Zhou Zhihan and the others.

Zhou Zhihan's eyes suddenly contracted. This man was a strong enemy because he could not see any turbulence in the eyes of the Japanese man opposite.

Nishize Hiroshi has eyes that are lifeless like two dead fish without any change.

At this moment, Zhou Zhihan and Song Ziwen saw at the same time that the American lieutenant who had just led them to this living room walked into the living room where Zhong Yu Shengxiao was.

Zhou Zhihan and Song Ziwen looked at each other:
Chapter completed!