Now Bangji is not only eyeing the money for buying food, but even wants to swallow the production line in Mr. Zhao's hands.

While Jeff is an acquaintance, come to Hong Kong more often.

Although Bangji Group is one of the six major grain merchants in Amei's family, it is just like that, just like that, compared with the huge groups of people who covet the production line in Zhao Xueyan's hand.

Zhao Xueyan smiled and patted Jeff's shoulder, "Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"I still say the same thing. As long as the people have food, I want as much as I have."

Jeff's smile was still bright, and then he looked around. Seeing that Zhao Xueyan did not avoid Mike Corleone and Professor Colin, he whispered, "Zhao, I heard that there are many large consortiums that are all aiming at you."

"Now those guys are still thinking about letting the CIA fight you first, leverage the strength to test, and when they pounce directly on you, your risk is even greater than now."

"Some things are taboo to take them all."

They really want a production line, but they can't say it too clearly. They also have to consider the tone and posture when reposting.

Zhao Xueyan's expression remained unchanged, "It's okay, I can withstand it."

"These things will always be eliminated one day. While they still have value, they can eat a little more."

Jeff was shocked, "Is it??"

He doubted whether Zhao Xueyan had received the news. Could it be that Amei was going to launch a new knife? However, even if the new knife was listed, it would not be possible to abandon the world's old money at once. If you really want to cause trouble like that, Amei's knife system will collapse suddenly.

The Bretton Woods system will also become a joke, and will become a scum like the island military ticket.

It will only make pounds, francs and the like to get cheap.

This new and old handover requires good work, otherwise the consequences will be more serious than losing the peninsula.

If that is not the case, do you think the six major consortiums are all stupid? Why do you still have to covet Mr. Zhao’s skills?

Zhao Xueyan smiled and changed the topic, "Jeff, I have only purchased more than 100 million tons of grain from beginning to end, even if I just set off from Amei's house and was still on the sea, and I only bought more than 100 million tons of grain. You have to speed up a little."

More than 100 million tons, I heard a lot at first.

Actually, it is not the case.

In the mid-to-late 1910s, China had an average annual consumption of 600 million tons of grain.

More than 100 million tons are not enough for Chinese people to eat for three months in the 1910s.

Of course, this era is incomparable to more than 60 years later. In addition to being full, everyone has a lot of waste.

But in the 1970s, the big hairy bears survived most of them by purchasing tens of millions of tons.

More than 100 million tons were also quite a lot in this era. You should know that until 1978, the total output of the mainland was only 300 million tons. It was when Mr. Yuan's hybrid rice had already undergone the first generation promotion.

If all the grain bought by Mr. Zhao arrives on Hong Kong Island, there is no need to worry too much about how to store the material... Just lose it continuously.

His Zhao family food factory and even the transportation line still have a long way to go, and there is still a lot of room for development and improvement.

As things developed to this point, Zhao Xueyan's business affected the logistics of the coalition forces, and a lot of various news was flying all over the sky.

His personal safety?

Well, if you throw mushroom bullets directly at Mr. Zhao’s head, you can’t actually kill him. It’s not difficult to resist mushrooms after a few humanitarian merits. Besides, there are not so many mushrooms to throw in Amei now.

On the contrary, Mr. Zhao can enlarge mushrooms in his portable space.

When Jeff Bergley followed Mr. Zhao's words and nodded and expressed his intention to continue selling food, Mr. Zhao said again, "Actually, I understand what you mean. It's not impossible to talk about if you want to learn the ability to print paper."

Vice President Jeff was shocked.

Even the second-generation mafia, Mike Corleon, said in a daze, "How is it possible that you are willing to trade this kind of technology?"

In a word, Mike was slapped by Jeff. He knew that this was from the Corleon family in New York, so what? Compared with the super giants like them who control the world's food, the Corleon family is just like that.

After being glanced at, Mike became honest and continued to return to the same honest state as Professor Colin.

Jeff Can smiled and said, "Zhao, you said, as long as I can complete it, I will do it."

Zhao Xueyan nodded, "I want to buy big mushrooms, can you get it?"

Jeff, “???”

He had a black question mark on his face. What kind of big mushrooms? As one of the big capitals in charge of the human dining table on Earth, he knew that mushrooms are also a very popular food... But our previous various material transactions contained various mushrooms and fungi, right?

Mr. Zhao could only explain in detail, "It was the big mushrooms like the little boy who was thrown in the island country by A Mei's family, and it would turn into clouds."

Jeff's body shook, rolled his eyes wildly, and then coughed violently. Looking at Zhao Xueyan's gaze was like looking at a madman and an idiot.

He knew that Amei's family started by relying on arms trading, making every effort to get along with others, but big mushrooms? That's the thing that can be traded?

On the current earth, only Amei and Big Fur Bear have mushrooms. There is not even a cow that cannot fall. If the cow does not fall, it will have to fight for another two years, and Gaul will have to fight for another ten years...

Zhao Xueyan waved his hand, "Okay, I'll take the conditions, it depends on whether you can take them out. In fact, I have not only mentioned the mushroom deal to you."

"If you can't take it out, there will always be someone who can take it out. What I want is a complete set of technology, not a finished mushroom bullet."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhao stared at Mike Corleon meaningfully and smiled, with a subtle smile.

Mike Corleon shook his head decisively, "I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense, I'm just a New York mafia, how can I make a big mushroom? You're so joking."

It would be fine if he didn't say it. Not only Jeff Begley, but even Professor Colin, who was nominated for the Nobel Prize for Literature, looked at Mike with strange eyes.

Mr. Zhao just laughed and didn't explain.

If it weren't for blaming Mike's big mushroom technology, no one outside the world would believe that the Italian-American mafia could handle such a big deal, and he wouldn't have mentioned this trading topic to Jeff here.

It's just a mushroom, and he has room for his portable space.

But no one would believe that this could be something that could be dealt with by the mafia like a radio jammer...

Now he said to Jeff once and said that he had also made requests to other consortium forces. In the future, even if Mr. Zhao leaked a little technology here, no one would suspect that it was brought by Mr. Zhao from other planes.

The outside world will only suspicion, doubting the various top consortiums and chaebols of the Amei family.

Just make money, the chaebols of the consortium also have to eat and not be silly.
Chapter completed!