After saying that, Chen Kangjie shut up and took a leisurely appreciation of Hassan Diluo's study. Not to mention that although he is getting worse now, the living conditions here are quite good. Having adapted to the dim light, it can be seen that the decoration of this study reflects the quality of life of an upper class person. The large brown and dignified bookshelf has many works of art on it. Chen Kangjie discovered a blue and white vase from the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is impossible to determine whether it is genuine or fake. Behind Chen Kangjie and the others, there are two oil paintings, but I don't know who it was.

However, the careful Chen Kangjie still found a little clue of Mr. Diro's decay. When he lowered his head, he saw a small black hole faintly on the Persian carpet on the ground. Eight out of ten. Ninety, it was caused by someone who was accidentally smoking.

Chen Kangjie suddenly realized something. No wonder Hassan Diro would dim the lights in the room. He probably didn't want others to see signs of decline. Just a large Persian carpet like his room, if it were replaced, it would be impossible to get off without hundreds of thousands.

If it were before, hundreds of thousands of may have been Hassan Diluo would not care too much, but now the situation is different. Hundreds of thousands have put a lot of pressure on him. In order to maintain the dignity of the upper class, he can only try his best to hide his shame and avoid ugliness.

"There are difficulties. No country in the world is not difficult at the beginning of its establishment. This is normal. Otherwise, how can we reflect the greatness and extraordinaryness of the founding leaders? We have the determination and confidence to withstand the pressure, and our people will not surrender so easily. As long as we persevere in the struggle, one day we will achieve brilliant victory. Youth, you don't understand these. Nietzsche once said that every day that never dances is a failure to life. This tells us that life is not for survival, but for blooming. Every day we fight for great ideals is a day worthy of praise. Light will definitely belong to us, and every nation with ideals cannot be defeated." A little leaning, Hassan Diro's head started and said a large and passionate speech full of political agitation.

Chen Kangjie didn't know why he said this to himself. He should say these words to his subordinates, but it can also be seen that the politicians have good eloquence, but Di Luo's words seemed somewhat self-deceptive, especially in front of Chen Kangjie.

It is estimated that Di Luo wanted to add some momentum to the conversation with Chen Kangjie so that he would not be too passive.

"Oh, I thought you really couldn't do it anymore, so I came here to provide some assistance. It seems that I was wrong. Your morale is still high, your energy is still abundant, your security is still strong, and your confidence is still firm. Since that's the case, then Mr. Di Luo, we're farewell." Chen Kangjie sighed and stood up and said. Seeing the coffee that had not been moved on the small table, Chen Kangjie shook his head and added, "Thank you for your coffee, what a pity, what a good latte."

After saying that, Chen Kangjie turned around and wanted to leave.

"Wait", and a soft cry from behind came from behind.

"Mr. Diluo, you don't want to force us to stay." Chen Kangjie turned his body halfway and glanced at Hassan Diluo and said.

Xiong Ziqiang and Pang Hui were vigilantly protecting Chen Kangjie, each with one hand on his waist. If an accident happened, they would attack and defend one by one.

Hassan Diro was stunned at first, then his gloomy face suddenly dissipated, and he showed a gentle smile. He walked from behind the desk to the front, "How could that be? Although we have never met and cannot be friends, since you have no malice to me, how can I commit violence randomly? Besides, you are kind-hearted. I just want to talk to you again. Until now, you have not told me the purpose of your coming here."

"It's okay to chat, but at least you have to be sincere. If you just want to be humble and even think about it, then there is still something to do to continue." After Chen Kangjie finished speaking lightly, his eyes seemed to accidentally glance at the coffee that had not been moved on the small table.

Hassan Diro turned around happily, pressed the caller again, and shouted loudly, "What are you doing? The customer's coffee is cold, won't you come and change it? Get three authentic cups of coffee in immediately."

After finishing the call with the people outside, Roddy turned around and said with a smile, "Please sit down, please sit down. The hospitality was not good just now. I'm really sorry, since I'm here, why leave so soon?"

This time Di Luo's attitude became much more enthusiastic, and even some flattery and flattery.

Soon, the servant came in again with three cups of coffee, put it down, and took out the previous three cups of coffee that had been a little cold.

"Well, it's good, this Irish coffee is good, the whiskey is faint, and the coffee's sweet and sour taste is very good. It's really suitable for the cold season. I can feel the body being inspired by the warmth of the sun." After Chen Kangjie sat down, he picked up the coffee in front of him. This time he didn't just smell it, but took a comfortable sip, and after that, he gave a good review.

Chen Kangjie has been drinking more and more coffee recently. There is no way. He often travels abroad. In the West, drinking coffee is as common as drinking tea in China. In this way, after a while, Chen Kangjie has also gained some understanding of coffee.

"Just like it," Mr. Diluo replied with a smile.

"Well, I like it very much. The Irish people are really pranks. They like to add whiskey to the coffee. Haha, fortunately, your servants don't add much, otherwise I will be drunk, haha." Chen Kangjie looked very happy now, and his complexion showed a huge contrast compared to what he had just now.

"Haha," Hassan Diro laughed, "Sir, I don't know what you call me so far."

"Oh, sorry, I'm a little rude. My surname is Chen, and my name is Chen Long." Chen Kangjie came here today. Of course, he couldn't say his real name. The reason why he was called Chen Long was because of his surname plus the English name of LONG.

"Oh, Mr. Chen, you really come from Lion City." Di Luo's words seemed suspicious but not suspicious.

"Haha, of course, but it doesn't matter where I came from. The key is that the purpose of me being interested in you," Chen Kangjie said ambiguously, but his last sentence was very serious and resounding.

"Oh, I'd like to hear it. You said just now that you want to provide some assistance. Is that true?" Di Luo lit a cigarette for himself and asked calmly.

He signaled whether Chen Kangjie would draw, but Chen Kangjie waved to refuse.

"That's true. Frankly speaking, I'm very interested in you. I hope you can establish your own country. I can provide some help within my ability." Chen Kangjie had already had a set of words in his heart. When Di Luo asked, he spoke it out loud.

"What we lack the most now is money. If you have money, you can recruit soldiers, buy weapons, and bribe officials. I don't know how much Mr. Chen intends to help, or whether he intends to consider this." Hassan Diro was not polite, and said what he needed directly.

"Haha, we thought about going together. This is what I can provide. As for the amount, as long as we cooperate well, it will cost 10 million US dollars per month. If there are special circumstances, it can be increased." Chen Kangjie was not vague and directly gave the price code.

Among the dark external aid, this time it is the least, and it only costs more than 100 million US dollars a year, far less than Chen Kangjie's support for Karabi or Japan. Of course, there is a reason for this.

Chen Kangjie can give Karabi so much money at once, because he knows that they can win, and Chen Kangjie wants them to win too. For Di Luo, Chen Kangjie doesn't think their goal can be achieved, at least it has not been successful in the original history.

This is not the most critical. Even if they failed to succeed in history, if Chen Kangjie is willing to support him strongly, there is no possibility of turning the situation around. The key is that Chen Kangjie does not want them to succeed, but just hopes that they can distract the attention of the government forces of the Thousand Islands and alleviate the pressure to rescue the Chinese at that time.

Although 10 million US dollars is not much, it is already a lot for Hassan Diro. He can only draw more than 10 million in money every year. This is why they currently have combat effectiveness in guerrillas.

It can be said that if there is no external force intervention, it will be a matter of time before the free Bandazi, led by Diro, will be destroyed. At most, it will only last for a while, with some meaning of being a mantis armed in a car.

"Ten million dollars a month, this is what you say seriously." Hassan Diro stood up in excitement, his speed as if his butt was burned, not like an old man in his sixties at all.

"Seriously, is it necessary to lie to you? If you come to Stockholm just to lie to you, then this game is really a bit big," Chen Kangjie said with a curve in his mouth.

"That's great. If Mr. Chen is really willing to help so hard, our predicament will be greatly improved." Hassan Diro first patted his palm, then rubbed his hands together, and said excitedly.

Now Chen Kangjie and the others are in front of him. If it weren't for this, it's not difficult to suspect that Mr. Di Luo would scream and jump and jump. This is the biggest problem that has always troubled him. It would be strange if Chen Kangjie was solved all of a sudden.

Xiong Ziqiang and Pang Hui were not surprised at all when they saw what was happening in front of them, and were still sitting upright and silent.

"From the beginning, I said that I had no malice towards you, now it's proven," Chen Kangjie spread his hands and said meaningfully.
Chapter completed!