"I always feel that this matter seems to have something to do with Tymoshenko." Lao Ren, who had not spoken much since he came in, suddenly spoke.

"Tymoshenko? Yulia. Tymoshenko?" Ambassador Ning immediately asked: "The boss of Unified Energy Company and the chairman of the motherland party?"

"That's right, it's her." Lao Ren nodded.

"..." Ambassador Ning frowned and lowered his head to ponder.

He didn't ask why, the "Ukrainian gas princess" who was actively preparing for the election and the "Empress of Petroleum" have always been the focus of the embassy, ​​not to mention that Yulia Tymoshenko had contacted Lin Zheng several times before: When a company controls 20% of a country's GDP, it is impossible not to pay attention to the boss of this company. Yulia Tymoshenko's unified energy company has this ability. To be honest, if Yulia Tymoshenko sneezes, the whole Ukraine will suffer from a severe cold. If this sneeze is in winter, Ukraine might not have natural gas for heating.

"Mr. Lin, do you think so too?" Ambassador Ning looked up and asked Lin Zheng.

Lin Zheng did not answer directly, frowned and said, "I just think the series of things that happened before and after are a bit too coincidental."

There is no need to answer directly, and Lin Zheng's answer is no different from a direct answer.

Ambassador Ning nodded slowly.

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"Brother, what are you going to do about this?" On the way back, Lao Ren asked Lin Zheng softly.

"Look at it first, then talk about it." Lin Zheng did not answer directly.

Lao Ren immediately understood what Lin Zheng meant. No matter who the guy who did it to him was, since he dared to use this method, it means that he was not afraid of Lin Zheng's revenge, at least he thought Lin Zheng had no choice but to do what he would do.

Without some confidence, no one dares to do this.

It is indeed difficult to act rashly when the situation of the enemy and us is unclear.

Nodded. Lao Ren reached out and pressed the soft and comfortable seat of the Jill-41047 and smiled and said, "This time it was a blessing in disguise, otherwise he would not have been able to get such a presidential car in his life."

This Jill-41047 was just arranged by Kuchima to send someone to the door of the embassy. Kuchima's movements were fast enough, and the person driving was the deputy captain of Alpha 2 Squadron. Captain Kisselev sat in the passenger seat with a gun in his arms. He didn't know what Kuchima said to him, and the man's expression was so serious.

"If you like to give you one," Lin Zheng waved his hand indifferently: "There are still many bulletproof models in CIS countries, and it is really impressive to drive."

The Jill-41047 is very similar to the Lincoln Ar and Cadillac D in the late 1980s and early 1990s. Both are wide, large, horizontal and vertical bodies. Compared with the popular streamlined body now, they are simply the product of the last century, but it has to be admitted that this huge body is still very majestic for passengers.

Lao Ren was a little moved, but hesitated for a moment and waved his hand: "Forget it, it's too eye-catching."

Such a car is indeed very grand. Even if the fuel consumption of this car is more than 30 to 40 liters per 100 kilometers. With Lao Ren's wealth, not to mention that 30 to 40 liters per 100 kilometers, even 300 liters per 100 kilometers is not a problem, but it is not a good thing to be too eye-catching.

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What would Lin Zheng do?

Countless people's eyes were paying attention to Lin Zheng's actions.

So what is Lin Zheng doing at this moment? Well. He is writing.

Sitting on the soft carpet, Lin Zheng was filled with paper with words written on it, which looked messy. But it seemed to have some pattern. A whiteboard next to it was full of names: Yulia Tymoshenko, Leonid Kuchima, Akhmetov, Firtash, Poroshenko...

These names are connected by intricate lines. Looking at these lines, Lin Zheng frowned and thought bitterly...

This is a habit of Lin Zheng. When he encounters any difficulties, he is accustomed to writing various clues on paper and stringing these names and events together with lines. This method is very useful. At least this method has helped Lin Zheng solve many problems so far.

After a long time, Lin Zheng let out a good breath, threw the pen, picked up the phone on the table, and waited until the phone was connected. Lin Zheng said in a deep voice: "Miss Yulia, you'd better give me an explanation for what happened today."

"Explanation?" Tymoshenko on the other end of the phone chuckled: "Mr. Lin, I don't know what you are talking about. But you should give me an explanation? My pressurization station is not that easy to explode."

Sure enough, it has something to do with you! The smile on Lin Zheng's face suddenly became a little brighter.

Tymoshenko's words were simply showing off to Lin Zheng in disguise: Yes, this matter has something to do with me, but how can you, Lin Zheng, do you?

She does have this fearless confidence, unlike other rich people, Yulia Tymoshenko, who controls the supply of natural gas and oil in almost the entire Ukraine.

No modern country can leave these two things. For Ukraine, which is cold in winter, oil and gas even directly determine their survival. Even if it is not mentioned about its relationship with the top leaders of the Ukrainian government, the two strategic resources she has alone are enough to ensure that Yulia Tymoshenko can ignore anyone's threat.

Lin Zheng does have the most feared things that most rich people fear: iq, the most powerful Internet media in today's era, but at present, there are less than 200,000 computers that can be connected to the Internet in the entire Ukraine, and Lin Zheng's weapons cannot play a role at all.

Besides, for a rich man like Yulia Tymoshenko who tied himself to the country, the good or bad reputation is actually not that important. What is important is whether she can get oil and gas from the Russians for Ukraine so far, no one has been able to do this.

No one can replace Tymoshenko, and Lin Zheng naturally became a dog biting a turtle and had nowhere to slap her.

"Very good, Miss Yulia, since you like playing games, I hope you will like the next game." After saying that, Lin Zheng hung up the phone without hesitation.

"Boss? What can I do?" Xiao Ma looked at Lin Zheng with a firm look on his face, and his eyes were very much looking forward to it.

When Lin Zheng was busy analyzing clues through such clues, the safety was handed over to Xiaoma. When Xiaoma tied a bomb on him, Xiaoma became Lin Zheng's most trusted partner.

"You don't have to do anything," Lin Zheng waved his hand and said, "We are not the ones who are anxious now."

Nothing has to be done? Xiao Ma doesn't understand. Why is the boss so calm after such a big thing happened? But he doesn't look calm. He is really calm. Can the boss study the information for most of the day in the room?

Scratching his head, Xiao Ma couldn't figure it out.

Calculate the time, it should be almost done, right?

When he said that Cao Cao was indeed here, Kisselev walked in with a letter in his hand: "Sir, someone has sent you a letter."

"Oh..." Lin Zheng responded and took the envelope with a calm expression.

Looking at Lin Zheng, whose expression had not changed at all, Kisselev felt a little surprised: Why do you think of him? It seems that he had guessed that there would be such a letter?

"That..." Kisselev spoke.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Are you not surprised where this letter came from?"

"What's so strange about it?" Lin Zheng said, "Except for the Presidential Palace, where do you think this letter will come from?"

"Ah?" Kisselev was so surprised that he couldn't stop talking: there was a very faint watermark on the envelope of the Presidential Palace, which was very small, very light, and inconspicuous. Unless he knew this exclusive mark, ordinary people would not associate that small mark with the Presidential Palace at all. How did he know?

"Mr. Kisselev, teach you how to be good. Some things are not something you can guess. I know you are a little repulsive to this task..."

"I don't..." Kisselev defended with his neck red.

"No need to explain," Lin Zheng interrupted him without showing him mercy: "What you think in your heart is actually not important to me,"

Kisselev's face turned red!

As the squadron leader of Alpha, Kiselev has always regarded himself very high, looking down on this and that. Even Lin Zheng did not take him seriously. Although Lin Zheng's bodyguard had a bomb tied to the bodyguard that day, it was just a little bit. If it was a real combat state, Kiselev could guarantee that he could mobilize three to four excellent snipers at any time. As long as there was a suitable opportunity, he could shoot his bodyguard's head. The final winner would definitely be himself. You just have a few bad money. What's the point of being awesome? Kiselev was very angry.

Lin Zheng seemed to be chatting with Kiselev, so he simply stopped and reached out to signal Kiselev to sit casually. Seeing Kiselev with his neck and was unwilling to give him face, Lin Zheng did not force himself. He sat down on the sofa honestly and unceremoniously, looked up at Kiselev and said, "Do you think I was wrong? Mr. Kiselev, I think the most important measure of whether a man is successful is whether he can make the whole family live happily, not how his career is. You are the squadron leader of the Alpha Squadron. It is really awesome to say it out. I believe your professional skills must be very good, but what's the use? As far as I know, your monthly salary is less than 300 US dollars. Can your professional skills make you and your family live happily?"

He casually reached out and pointed at Xiaoma, and asked, "Do you know how much money my bodyguard can make in a month?" (To be continued)
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