RNP #604 - Chapter 604 India declares war? A joke in England's eyes! Vajpa is furious!
#604 - Chapter 604 India declares war? A joke in England's eyes! Vajpa is furious!
London, 10 Downing Street.
Prime Minister Blair frowned deeply.
At a meeting a few days ago, someone pointed out that China's strength was outstanding, with subtle signs of suppressing North America, while England and North America…
What is their relationship?
They are father and son!
One prospers, all prosper; one suffers, all suffer.
We must not sit idly by and watch China grow!
What to do?
Instigate a war!
War has two purposes.
First, to end China's peaceful development process.
Secondly.
Create international public opinion.
If China loses the war…
Okay!
It is unlikely that China will lose.
If it wins, with the ability of the United States and Britain to manipulate public opinion, they can criticize its war crimes and indiscriminate killing of innocents.
In short, England is happy to see anything that affects China.
A larger population.
Because in this way, the time to resist China will be longer, and the casualties caused by the war will be greater—the West will find it easier to use death data to criticize.
Bad luck!
China's White Glove went to India.
How could this opportunity be missed?
The result…
The operation failed!
That team has already lost contact. It would be better if the entire army was wiped out, but I am afraid that there will be survivors!
Once they can't withstand the torture and say that England is behind it…
Blair hopes that a war will break out in China.
But he doesn't want China's opponent to be England!
"Prime Minister."
The assistant approached and whispered: "In the past two days, there has been no news from either China or India, so… the operation did fail, but if I'm not mistaken, all personnel are dead!"
All dead.
This is good news for England.
As long as there are no survivors, England will not be found out.
"Hopefully."
Blair felt a little better.
Suddenly!
The Foreign Secretary ran in as if flying: "Something happened… this is not good!"
"What's wrong?!" Blair was shocked.
He had a bad feeling.
"India…"
The Foreign Secretary handed the news file to Blair: "India has released a video. It's our SAS people… they have been captured! They have confessed everything!"
What?!
Blair's expression changed.
Was it discovered?
"Immediately erase the information of these two guys!"
He had an idea: "Issue a statement saying that we have been wronged, these two guys… have nothing to do with England!"
Anyway, first deny it to the death!
He just wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight.
But he doesn't want to participate and become one of the tigers.
The Foreign Secretary hadn't had time to leave…
Suddenly!
"Mr. Prime Minister!"
The Defense Secretary ran over: "India… India has issued a statement—declaring war on us!"
"Huh?!"
Blair once thought he had heard wrong.
"This is the content of the statement!" The Defense Secretary handed over the document.
The gist is…
England is extremely sinful, has exploited and enslaved India for two hundred years, committed heinous crimes but has not repented, and has also provoked India to war with China. With China's current strength, it is tantamount to pushing India to a dead end. How despicable and vicious is this?
Moreover, England has enslaved India for nearly two hundred years.
Isn't it justified for me to declare war?
Do I have reason to take revenge?
Everything.
Seems to be a natural course of events.
But just now, the military sent a new message that almost drove him crazy.
"Chen Hao!"
He dialed the phone in anger.
…
Jinling Hotel.
Jinling's earliest five-star hotel.
The largest private room was full of people, relatives from both sides of Chen Hao's parents.
In the past, for half a month during the first month of the lunar year, the whole family had to visit relatives everywhere.
Uncles.
Brothers and sisters.
Close, cousins, and cousins cannot be missed, otherwise others will say that you look down on people. The entire Spring Festival is exhausting—of course, each family visits relatives in this way, which is also related to the lack of work.
Now it's different.
Before last year, there was still a wave of layoffs, and there were no suitable jobs.
Now it has become a labor shortage.
As long as you are willing to work, you don't have to worry about not finding a job.
So…
Not only Chen Fuhai and Li Lan, the couple, have to open their doors to do business on the sixth day of the first lunar month, but most relatives also have things to do.
Simply!
The couple suggested that relatives and friends gather together so they don't have to go door to door.
"Xiao Hao! Come, let's have a drink!" A middle-aged man approached.
Without a doubt.
Chen Hao is the protagonist of the family banquet.
You don't care what White Glove he is, he also represents the country, okay?
Ordinary people can only look up to him!
"Uncle, I respect you." Chen Hao lowered his glass.
"Good!"
Zhao Hu looked proud.
His cousin is a big shot and took the initiative to toast himself. If this spreads… he will be glorified!
Chen Hao just picked up his glass when his phone rang.
Looking at the number, he was happy.
Okay!
Someone is sending money, right?
He drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Uncle, I'll finish it, you can do whatever you want—I'll answer a call."
"What call are you answering?"
Suddenly!
Zhao Hu grabbed the phone: "How can one drink be enough? Let's have three! Wife, hurry… I'm clinking glasses with Xiao Hao, take a picture for us!"
This photo will be amazing when it is posted online!
He bought a smartphone.
He has a Kuaishou account.
"Huzi, what are you doing?!"
An old man scolded: "Xiao Hao's work is important, quickly give him the phone and answer the call first!"
"Second Uncle, it's not easy to get together during the Spring Festival, it's just a phone call… how important can it be?" Zhao Hu immediately wanted to clink the second glass.
There must be three glasses!
Otherwise, it is not giving face.
Otherwise…
He will tell people that his cousin is capable now and looks down on poor relatives.
"Uncle, I'll come back and drink with you after I answer, this call is very important." Chen Hao stared at him with a indifferent tone.
"How important is it?"
Zhao Hu didn't care.
He deliberately stretched the phone farther away, making it impossible for Chen Hao to reach it.
"The Prime Minister of India's call." Chen Hao stared at him, his tone indifferent.