"Mr. Hatto, cheers to our friendship!"

In the splendid and clean reception room, an old man from Windmill Country with red hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips was holding a wine glass with a kind face.

The middle-aged man immediately picked up the wine glass without any hesitation, without any bearing of the leader of a country.

Because he knew that he could reach the pinnacle of power thanks to this person's help.

What's more important is the background behind this person.

Following him is equivalent to joining the side of the United States.

In the future, his position will become more and more stable.

"Mr. Thomas, thank you very much."

boom

The goblets clinked together, and the two happily poured the wine into their mouths.

Ahem

Hato has been suffering from a cold recently and his voice has not been very good.

Drinking is even more exciting.

"From now on, Java will be led by you. I believe that under your leadership, Java will have a bright future."

Thomas was polite, and Hatto also smiled, as if he saw a bright future.

"Of course, it will be difficult to take this step, but I believe you won't let us down, right!"

Hato nodded sharply, "Don't worry."

"Originally, I planned to take care of this group of lambs, but now, these sheep are becoming more and more arrogant, without the consciousness of sheep at all!"

"Recently, I have made a lot of wealth through one pot, and I have no sense of awe at all!"

"If these sheep are not eradicated, the people of Java will never be free!"

Hato said angrily, as if Java cannot become strong because of these sheep.

"Well, Java is really lucky to have you!"

Thomas said something and asked casually, "When do you plan to take action?"

"The first of next month is a good day."

"Well, be more clean. By the way, their property is our wealth and must be protected!"

"Also, you need to control the intensity. Only in this way can you keep shearing the sheep!"

"Don't worry, after we confiscate the property of those bastards and leave some obedient and docile ones, we will continue in the future!"

"By the way, I will leave a copy for you as a token of appreciation!"

"Oh, hahaha. Thank you so much!"

"You are serious! When you come back, this place will be Java full of freedom."

Thomas smiled after hearing this and was very satisfied.

This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened to their Windmill Country. Every time they shear sheep, they always get a lot of harvest.

Recently, due to the last epidemic, Windmill Country's national strength has retreated for more than ten years, and its domestic economy is even more sluggish, so it has to rely on women to earn wealth.

And now, the time for shearing has arrived.

He believes that relying on the wool here, the country can recover a wave of blood.

As for the life and death of the sheep and their feelings, they don't care.

Born as a sheep, born weak.

In this world of the weak and the strong, we are destined to become the nourishment for the strong.

"We can rest assured that you will do the work!"

Hato felt inexplicably excited, but then he thought of something again and his face changed.

"But, Mr. Thomas."

"You've also heard about the dragon in the north, right?"

"Is it really okay for such a powerful thing?"

Hatto asked softly.

Of course he heard about it.

When I first heard it in the office, my daughter-in-law, who was hiding under her desk, immediately...

The people under his command were even more frightened and almost packed up and ran away.

As a result, during this period, the frequency of harassing the lambs decreased.

They were afraid of offending that terrifying existence.

They don't want to eat two pills like they did when they were little.

Not even one.

When Thomas heard this, anger arose in his heart.

What a semi-colonized race could do something that even such an outstanding nation like their Windmill Country could not accomplish, was simply humiliating.

Those domestic experts are just a bunch of shit.

However, Thomas reacted quickly and said gracefully, "Don't worry, no matter how sharp the lamb's horns are, it can only show off its power on the road."

"The great United States will let them know that once they enter the water, it will be a disaster for the lambs!"

Hearing this, Hato felt a little relieved.

After all, the data released by the other party is only more than a thousand kilometers away, which is far away from them.

Unless, they have bigger and further kickers.

However, is this possible?

Thinking of this, Hato breathed a sigh of relief.

The two chatted for a while, mainly asking about Thomas's trip back to China.

Thomas smiled and gave a general idea. He would take a plane to the Lion City first, then to Mumbai, then to various famous cities on the European continent, and finally back to the Windmill Country to participate in the current government election.

"Mr. Thomas, I wish you success."

Hatto raised his glass again.

"thank you for your good wishes."

The two put down their cups and walked out immediately.

When I came to the door, I saw an old man standing there respectfully with a medicine box on his back.

"Huh? Why is there a Chinese here?"

Thomas showed a look of disgust, and Hatto quickly explained in a low voice.

When Thomas learned that he was an excellent doctor, he smiled meaningfully.

"He will cure your illness."

"You want to kill the sheep."

"This is definitely a wonderful musical!"

Thomas smiled, and Hatto also showed a knowing smile.

"I will record these and wait for your return!"

"Really? That will be my best gift."

"It is a pleasure to serve you."

The two of them talked nonchalantly, unaware of the flash of anger in the old man's eyes.

When Thomas passed by the old man, the old man suddenly sneezed, and the tiny liquid was instantly contaminated on his body.

Thomas frowned, but thought of something interesting, turned around and left.

"come in!"

After seeing off the guests, Hato said something, and the guard at the door immediately came forward to search the old man. After confirming that there was no danger, the old man entered the office.

Half an hour later, the old man left the mansion and came to a deserted place, where he coughed violently.

In the house, I tried not to make any sound.

But now, everything is worth it.

"Not enough, not enough."

The old man held the palm of his hand, then picked up the medicine box and walked back.
To be continued...