When Han Huaiyi gave orders, he had long lost his robbery spirit. He sat there quietly, thinking while talking. His tone was not rushing and his emotions were relaxed, but every word was full of corpses and blood and endless benefits.

In the words of Xiangshuai privately chatting with Han Huaizhong, the monkey has become a man’s king’s climate!

Xiangshuai was right. If the Xuantong of this year was not mentioned, the Guangxu before was not comparable. Take Daoguang as an example, can it be compared with Han Huaiyi's current order to follow the Dharma and the foreigners surrender?

The radio waves flew rapidly to the place they should go.

When Mrs. Victor brought her juniors and servants to pack the tables, the DSG fighter plane set sail again, and the Red Earl took the lead in breaking a huge gap in Colombian positions with a large caliber aircraft gun.

The ground army armored forces followed immediately.

The Colombian army opposite was defeated again...

The night is getting deeper.

Raphael was still nervously waiting for news from the front line.

In the early morning, a telegram came, and New Rome really stopped the attack in the early morning and retreated to its original military camp.

After confirming this good news, the dictator who killed people without blinking when facing the opposition in the country wiped out his cold sweat.

If he continues to fight, he will be done!

Thank goodness, I finally got to talk there.

He decided to go in person.

At this time, Han Huaiyi was bullying his wife by the dragon spirit.

The fish under him were like a small carp that lacked oxygen. He was breathing hard, but there was a sweet smile on his face...

The next day, Han Huaiyi did not have any dark circles in the legend.

What made him dark was a telegram from Shanghai.

Bai Qi, a bastard, actually yelled to come for a trip, and by the way, he opened a kiln here and asked him if he could be exempt from taxes.

Is there anyone who speaks like this? No wonder the emperors who used to kill their kids always have to kill their kids, so they are unscrupulous, right?

Han Huaiyi was so angry that he was itchy, but he was just thinking about it.

But because of Bai Qi's telegram, Han Huaiyi thought of a related question.

Nowadays, the ratio of men and women in the free trade zone is quite inconsistent, almost reaching 7 to 1. There are so many strong people together, it doesn’t matter when you have something to do. Once you are free, it will be easy to cause any disputes over such men and women.

He was thinking, and there was a violent sound of horse hooves coming from the other side of the street.

A row of armed policemen mixed with Chinese and Indians came over. Han Huaiyi was also curious and asked the driver to drive and take a look.

The scene was a fight between a man and another man, and the two middle-aged guys were surrounded by a majestic woman with a waistline of several meters and a face as purple as a purple-tang.

Jealousy...

Han Huaiyi's aura in government affairs management has not been removed.

He got off the car and asked about the situation, and found that it was indeed a dispute caused by the woman wandering between two workers.

Han Huaiyi looked at the "shy" tomboy and really wanted to ask those two guys, are you so anxious? It really doesn't work together, I don't think this sister doesn't mind either.

Of course, this guy can only think about it this way.

After he threw the matter to the police, he went directly to find Mamoyer.

According to the summary of the cases in the Free Trade Zone within three months, Han Huaiyi was shocked.

In the past three months, there have been dozens of bad things such as voyeurism, jealousy, and being obsessed.

But unless the nature is particularly bad, the police generally do not investigate in depth.

By the way, these bastards sometimes use their positions to get a fight for the heroine who caught some injuring events.

"This matter seems urgent." Han Huaiyi sighed.

"What?" asked Mamoyer.

"Woman."

"Who do you like? Do you know? You are so immoral, Charlie, you are the leader."

"Get out of here." Han Huaiyi cursed his old friend, then took the coffee he handed over and said: "The ratio of men and women in the free trade zone is unbalanced. Without women, there is no home, and without home, there is no root. At present, it is anti-human to suppress their desires by relying solely on work and training. I bet with you that if the paper mill is built, they must be big customers."

Mamoye laughed silently and suggested, "You shouldn't mind their intermarriage with foreigners, right?"

“Is there any?”

“Those black people.”

"Never!" Han Huaiyi emphasized with a stern face: "I am not racial discrimination, but the free trade zone must be dominated by Chinese and Indians. Sooner or later we will go to Guinaia. If we join other ethnic groups, it will affect the stability of this area at that time."

"There are also beautiful girls among black people." Mamoye emphasized, and Han Huaiyi was speechless: "What I said is true. Chinese people are the objects of discrimination. How could I discriminate against them? Haven't you seen how many black students there are in my University of San Francisco?"

"Well, where is that white girl?"

"..." Han Huaiyi could not deceive his conscience. He could naturally have blond hair and blue eyes, but...

Mamoyer immediately leaned back and forth: "Charlie, you are indeed not racist, you are just aesthetic and political considerations."

"It's nothing to be seen through by you. Bai Qi's telegram reminded me, of course, I can't follow his ideas. But how can I solve this problem?"

"It's very simple, Belarus! The marriage between Chinese and Belarus is the most beneficial to you, Charlie." Mamoyer became serious.

Han Huaiyi understood what he meant, and the armed forces of the Chinese and Belarus were the cornerstone of his rule.

If the Chinese and Belarus merge, it means the fusion of the two armed forces, which is naturally more beneficial to him.

Han Huaiyi thought for a while and said, "Okay, Chinese and Belarus, no consideration for Europeans or blacks for the time being."

"Where are the Indians?"

"Of course, it's OK, as long as those idiots are not afraid of being blown by their father-in-law."

"Then who are you looking for to do this? Bai Qi?"

"Stop kidding, that bastard... I'll ask Gafflila to do this, but this is not a slave trade, he knows how to do it. In addition, I understand the needs of men, so I'd better let Bai Qi come over."

"Can you...Charlie, Babylon's Phoeph is my baby." Mamoye suddenly became shy.

Han Huaiyi raised his hand and surrendered: "You should contact Bai Qi to do this matter yourself. Anyway, the kiln is under the control of the police, and it is the jurisdiction of public security."

Mamoye was confused: "How does this involve public security? This is business and taxes can be collected. This is the business of the Ministry of Commerce."

Han Huaiyi was furious and said, "A area was drawn up at the border between the Free Trade Zone and Brazil to do this. You can take responsibility and it will be yours! This is the business of the Public Security Brigade, I understand!"

"Okay, you have the final say." Mamoyer didn't argue.

The next day, news that a young man who had increased his salary even more than the increase in the free trade zone began to spread widely.

Charlie Han's hairdresser, Bai Qi, who is known as the King of Medicine, is going to open a kiln in the trade zone! After Han Huaiyi heard this news, he actually covered up the legitimate news that he was looking for a wife for these bastards, and almost vomited blood.

Man, haha!
Chapter completed!