Chapter 599 Analysis of Li Mo

In the presidential palace of Iran, in the presidential office, General Safawi, who had just sent Li Mo and his party to the villa in the northern suburbs, appeared here.

"...Mr. President, that's what happened." Safavid reported before and after receiving Li Mo.

President Ahmadinejad, with a dark blue pen between his fingers, silently listened to Safavid's report, and a pair of thick eyebrows frowned slightly.

Previously, he hinted that Safavid would inadvertently tell him about his talks with the Deputy Foreign Minister of North Korea in front of Li Mo. Whether Li Mo believed it or not, he would doubt whether a secret agreement would be reached between Iran and North Korea at this time.

As long as Li Mo is upset, then Li Mo may inquire about the inside story of the 'talks' between Ahmadinejad and North Korean Deputy Foreign Minister before the four-party talks. Even if Li Mo resists, during the four-party talks, he will give him the impression that Iran and North Korea have reached a secret agreement because of Safavi's words, and the real agreement next. In the work, see the facts clearly.

This can be said to be a strategy, which is the same as the Iranian political axe officially welcoming Li Mo at the airport, creating an illusion of a close relationship between Li Mo and the Iranian political axe.

Najad believes that although Li Mo's current identity is barely a person who has squeezed into the world's first-class society, he is far inferior to those who have been immersed in this for many years.

However, Li Mo's performance made Ahmadinejad a little confused. He thought that what Safavid did was secretive enough. Why didn't Li Mo respond to it? Is it a problem of IQ or is it too tolerant?

"What do you think of him?" Nejad's mind turned so fast that he couldn't figure out what Li Mo's careless attitude meant for a moment.

General Safavi was stunned when he heard this. To be honest, in Iran, the person who had the most contact with Li Mo was him except for Rumi's consultant. But if he is asked to talk about Li Mo's life, he really feels a little tricky.

"Well...lucky, very tough in the bones..." General Safavi pondered for a while and gave two descriptions, "There should be a little mystery." The first two words can also give people a specific impression of Li Mo, but the last mysterious description is shocking.

Ahmadinejad smiled and said, "Although I have not been in contact with him, I can see that he is very lucky to see this person's development trajectory. Of course, he has today's achievements, not all by luck, but also some unique vision.

General Safavi couldn't help nodding. Li Mo could enter the world-class society at the age of 20, and he could not rely on all luck. With the development of society and the improvement of the economic system and political system, without unnatural luck, it is difficult for a grassroots to cross the layers of restrictions in the social system and enter the upper class. Just like Li Mo, if he left China at the beginning, if he did not develop silently in Somalia, but went to other countries in Africa, today's achievements are at most a local emperor, and it is absolutely impossible to become a master of a left and right country. If it hadn't been for the civil war in Somalia for more than ten years, the people and all forces would have reached a considerable degree of aversion to war, Somalia would not have been 'easily' peacefully reunified. If Li Mo wants to be the person who secretly controls the power of Somalia like this, he needs to struggle for at least 5 or even 10 years. This is still the case where the outside world does not intervene. At the beginning, the peaceful reunification of Somalia was due to the fact that the speed was too fast and the outside world had not responded to the fact. It is equivalent to picking up a big leak, otherwise it would never be so easy.

And the toughness in the bones can be seen from a few things Li Mo has done. As a country that has long been buried in Somalia, Iran's penetration into Somalia is also very strong. Not to mention that it can keep abreast of Somalia, but Iran can know some hidden news from the outside world.

The actions of the U.S. intelligence service in Somalia naturally can't escape the ears of the Iranian intelligence department. Li Mo, a 'small' African emperor, dared to confront the United States several times when he was weak. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was reckless.

But Li Mo survived the conspiracy coercion of the United States again and again. How can he not be tough? Even Iran is cautious in the face of a huge thing like the United States, for fear of being caught fatally. Although Iran's usual foreign policy is in conflict with the United States. But it is all based on Iran's huge think tanks and analysis centers to calculate and analyze international relations, and all the external, internal and international factors of the United States that can affect U.S.-Iran relations like a supercomputer, so as to make the most favorable and stable response. And Li Mo obviously doesn't have the basically perfect think tank department of Iran's political axe. What's tough in his bones?

"Mysterious?" Nejad read it softly, and Li Mo's ordinary young face came to his mind. Chinese people in their 20s have become the controllers of African countries. It should be relatively normal in the feudal era, but in today's society, even those who try to control the family of a country by inheritance, there will be no young man around the age of 20 as president.

And the word mystery can reflect the reason why Li Mo has achieved this now.

A flash of light flashed in Ahmadinejad's eyes and said, "Go and inform the guests of Somalia that I will entertain them at the presidential palace tonight."

"President..." Safavi was shocked when he heard the words and quickly prepared to stop Ahmadinejad's idea. Li Mo's identity is now just a businessman and a little businessman who is not famous. As the president of a country, Ahmadinejad entertained him at the presidential palace at this time, which is rumored to be detrimental to Iran's political axe. The president of a country entertains a small businessman. The identity of the president is too worthless, isn't it?

Nejad smiled and knew what Safavid was worried about. He waved his hand and said, "Just go and inform the representatives of North Korea and Syria by the way. I want to entertain them tonight.

General Safavi's mouth opened slightly, but he didn't say anything more. He could see that the president had decided that he would not change easily. And looking at Ahmadinejad's appearance, this banquet must have other purposes. Maybe... Maybe the president has his consideration.

After General Safavi went out, the smile on Ahmadinejad's face convered, and the pen in his hand wrote a few names on a piece of white paper. He frowned and stared for a long time. After writing and painting for a while, a smile appeared on his face again.

"After those people received the news, they must have thought I couldn't wait..."

As soon as General Safavi walked out of the presidential palace, he received the news that Li Mo was not in the villa area in the northern suburbs at this moment, but took his secretary and bodyguards out to go shopping.

The news thundered General Safavi fiercely, and then reacted, which was a little funny. He is 50 or 60 years old. He usually has a relationship with him, and he has the same status and is relatively old. There is basically no such phenomenon of going shopping with his secretary. Li Mo is obviously an exception. He has the status of a demon at a young age. No matter how powerful these powers are, they can't ignore Li Mo's age, nor can they completely change the fact that Li Mo is a young man.

Safavi had planned to send an Iranian guard in charge of Li Mo's safety to inform Li Mo about the dinner in the evening, but he decided to inform the other two representatives first, and then find Li Mo by himself. Fortunately, with the presence of Iranian guards, he is not worried that he will lose Li Mo's contact.

"Mo, do you want to eat?" Fan Qingqing and the fox took a bowl of snacks similar to hawthorn fruit and trotted to Li Mo and asked.

"Forget it, you can eat it." Li Mo shook his head with a smile. He didn't like sour food, and he decided that his identity could not be exactly the same as that of a young man of this age. This is Tehran, and now it is the place where all forces meet. If it is accidentally discovered, it will bring some impact. Although he is not afraid of trouble, no one wants to be in trouble.

However, Li Mo was still very satisfied to see his two women rejuvenated like girls. That's why he agreed to go out.

"Well, forget it if you don't eat it." Fan Qingqing curled his mouth and walked aside with the fox to eat by himself. A pair of big bright eyes kept patrolling on both sides for a moment.

Li Mo also felt speechless about the attitude of the two women, but there was no trace of dissatisfaction in his heart. He knew that he usually didn't have much time to go shopping with his woman. It seems that after leaving China, he can no longer live like an ordinary person so easily. Now I have the opportunity to re-experience the relaxed comfort in the plainness. It's too late for Li Mo to be satisfied. How can he do something terrible?

The snack street is crowded with people. Fan Qingqing and the fox have long thrown aside their reservedness. Even their own men have forgotten. They just go in and out of snack bars and buy them when they see delicious food. Li Mo estimated that in just half an hour, the two women almost ate all kinds of snacks for a meal. And the unsatisfied look of the two women undoubtedly told Li Mo that their little stomachs could hold more things.

Suddenly, Li Mo's eyelids jumped, his footsteps paused slightly, and his originally plain eyes suddenly became sharp. The eagles on the Buddha's grassland swept through the crowded crowd.

He just felt that a malicious look stopped from him for a while. Although it disappeared quickly, it was still caught by Li Mo, who had a keen senses.

He turned around and gave a look at the two meteor team members brought behind him and asked them to protect the two women in front of him. Only then did Li Mo let go of his mental strength. He had a hunch that the person with bad intentions hidden in the crowd would definitely show his flaws again.

With a sneer, Li Mo felt that it was getting more and more fun. As soon as I arrived in Tehran, I was targeted. Originally resting in the villa area in the northern suburbs, he did not feel this kind of malicious look, which was enough to prove that the hidden observer did not belong to the Iranian political axe.

He calmed down, and on the surface, he slowly followed the two women with a plain smile as before. He is now very curious about which side came to him so soon.

(to be continued)