Meng Hao rolled his eyes.
Guderief clearly saw Meng Hao's "dissatisfaction."
He poured himself another glass of wine.
"Don't worry, brother Meng Hao, your old brother here isn't drunk yet..."
"You mean, don't attack the US anymore, right?"
"Don't worry, we won't. The results this time are already quite good. At least the whole world knows that our Bear Country still dares to challenge the US..."
"Actually, one of the main reasons the US doesn't admit that Bear Country attacked them is naturally because they also don't want to completely fall out with us..."
"Just like you, brother, you were detained by the US for more than half a year. As for accountability towards Great Xia, the US quickly pushed out a so-called Deputy Secretary of Defense as a scapegoat, which is the same..."
It was very clear.
Besides Bear Country.
The US had another country they were wary of... or to be precise, a country they were even more wary of.
Great Xia.
Even more so.
Great Xia's development and prosperity in recent years.
Had made the US not just wary, but somewhat fearful.
So, as you can see.
A country like the US actually bullies the weak and fears the strong.
Such a country.
Only dares to bully some weaker nations.
It was like beating a golden master in the south mountains with a fist and kicking a kindergarten in the north sea.
Another glass of wine went down.
Guderief was clearly getting more drunk.
"Of course, your old brother won't flatter himself, or deliberately say nice things to placate you!"
"Another reason for dealing with the US like this is, naturally, to help you vent your anger."
"We want to let the US know that you, Meng Hao, an unparalleled national scholar, a monstrous talent in scientific research, are not to be trifled with..."
These words.
Meng Hao truly believed that Guderief was not just saying them to appease him.
But were his genuine thoughts.
This old brother.
He had indeed put in effort.
Guderief.
Seemed to be truly drunk.
He draped his left arm over Meng Hao's shoulder.
Alcohol fumes continuously poured from his mouth.
"But, in the end."
"Brother Meng Hao, why are you so resistant to cooperating with the military?"
"Or, you could sell us some advanced products that can be used for both civilian and military purposes."
"That wouldn't be considered cooperation with the military, at most it would be a normal transaction, and no one else would know!"
This Guderief.
Looked like.
He was truly drunk.
Meng Hao had explained before why he didn't cooperate with the military... of course, the reason he used was not related to the system's existence, but was a direct excuse.
Logically speaking.
If Guderief was completely sober, he wouldn't have repeated the question.
Perhaps.
This fellow was indeed very drunk.
"Brother Guderief, I've explained before that I don't want to cooperate with the military or the government..."
"There are too many rules and regulations, it's really troublesome..."
"I prefer to be a lone wolf, I don't like to be bound by anyone or anything..."
Meng Hao paused.
Guderief had already drunk two cups continuously.
He also had to reciprocate.
Meng Hao picked up his wine glass and took a sip, his face showing a look of being burned by the spiciness.
"And also, how could no one know..."
"Heaven knows, earth knows, you know, I know. Aren't we all human..."
"We can't deceive ourselves..."
In reality.
Meng Hao meant.
The system knew too.
There was no room for negotiation on this matter.
"Alright, alright."
"Let's not talk about state affairs."
"Let's drink, let's eat."
Many important matters are settled at the dinner table.
For example.
Meng Hao reminded Guderief not to use the technology he developed to attack the US.
Although Guderief appeared completely drunk.
However.
Meng Hao believed that this matter was settled.
What followed was time for drinking and eating.
After being forced to drink a full half bottle of vodka.
Meng Hao was truly drunk.
Supported by his companions, he managed to return to his hotel.
Then, he refused the well-intentioned offers of his companions to stay and accompany him, and went to the toilet to vomit.
It was clear.
This time.
He had drunk too much.
...
And at the dining table.
Guderief, who was also thoroughly drunk and seemed unconscious.
After Meng Hao left.
He rolled over.
With the help of other officers called to accompany Meng Hao, he got up.
He was indeed drunk.
But not to the point of being completely insensible as Meng Hao thought.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, you don't seem that drunk."
On the way back home, Guderief.
A้ไป (retinue member) who was accompanying him, instinctively asked.
"Yes, I'm drunk, but not completely insensible..."
"About eighty or ninety percent drunk, but still able to maintain rationality..."
Guderief.
Took a wet wipe from his attendant and vigorously wiped his face.
Then a sly smile appeared.
"And, do you think our dear little brother Meng Hao is also drunk?"
"No, that kid is cunning. He's at most eighty or ninety percent drunk!"
Oh?
Facing Guderief's words.
The attendant showed a look of curiosity.
Guderief.
Was indeed only eighty or ninety percent drunk, just as he said.
However, anyone who has drunk alcohol knows.
At the eighty or ninety percent level of drunkenness.
People are most likely to open up.
For example.
Guderief now.
His floodgates of speech were suddenly opened.
"We people, have national secrets within us."
"Even with our closest family members, we can't drink to eighty or ninety percent, let alone be completely insensible and lose consciousness."
"In such a state of complete drunkenness, it is very easy to have accidents and leak national secrets."
"I think, that kid Meng Hao, must be thinking the same thing."
Guderief.
Rolled down the car window a crack.
In this extremely cold Siberian region.
The biting cold wind blew in.
Guderief, who was originally eighty or ninety percent drunk, became much more sober.
The alcohol.
Extinguished by the cold wind, was probably still around seventy percent.
His words clearly became much less frequent.
And the attendant beside him nodded as if he understood but not quite.
"In front of my closest family, I only drank about seventy percent, while you and Meng Hao, at the gathering, managed to drink to ninety percent intoxication..."
"It seems, Mr. Lieutenant General, you value Meng Hao more than your family..."
To this attendant, who had a good understanding.
Guderief nodded.
Indeed.
In a sense, he did value Meng Hao more than his own family.