Chapter 2146 Yuri Orlov
2147, Yuri Orlov
When Quinto woke up, it was already noon the next day. He looked at the messy bedroom, with underwear, high heels, and stockings everywhere, but he couldn't remember what happened last night.
The bedroom was empty except for him. There might have been one or several beauties who spent the evening with him yesterday, but now, these people have all left.
"I hope you liked my arrangement yesterday, Mr. Quinto." The door opened and a voice came from outside.
"Yuri Orlov...Santa Claus." Quinto rubbed his temples, trying to wake himself up as soon as possible.
"Hahaha, it doesn't matter. If you want, you will still be the protagonist in the queue tonight." Yuri Orlov walked over with a smile.
"No...I'm not here to drink, Yuri." Quinto shook his head. He regarded last night's absurdity as a fringe benefit of this trip, but he still had to do what needed to be done. .
"Ah, that's a pity." Yuri Orlov came over and waved his hand. But judging from his expression and the fact that he must have called away the women who accompanied him last night in advance, it was obvious that he had been prepared.
Quinto sat up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and put them on while saying: "I came here because..."
"If it's about the Trade Alliance, then there's no need to talk about it." Yuri Orlov blocked him with one sentence.
"But this matter is also related to..."
"For the rebels, it is even more impossible." Yuri blocked Quinto's words again.
"But..."
"If there is nothing else, you have a good rest. There will be a grand banquet tonight! Hahahaha!" Yuri Orlov laughed wildly. Turn around and leave.
"Wait a minute Yuri!" Quinto shouted, "Only you can do this!"
Yuri Orlov stopped, took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and then I took out a golden match box and struck a match. I didn’t know what material the match was made of. When it was lit, there was no pungent smell of red phosphorus. On the contrary, there was a refreshing fragrance. After lighting the cigarette, he took a deep drag, blew out a column of smoke towards the ceiling, and asked slowly: "Do you know why they asked you to come? Not the Military Intelligence Department, the Ministry of Interior, or... Diplomacy Department? Haha.”
“This matter is not suitable for the Dawn Principality to intervene directly.”
"Then do you know why Cunt didn't come?" Yuri Orlov asked again.
Quinto choked up now, because he really didn't know this.
"Because Cunt knew that if he spoke, I would definitely not refuse. So he asked you to come..." Yuri Orlov smiled, "He was giving me a choice. "
Quinto asked tentatively: "Then your choice is..."
"Twenty-three years, Quinto, twenty-three years." Haha. -Olov didn't answer the question. He smiled, walked back, turned over an overturned stool from the ground, and straddled it casually, "Ever since you drove that YT-1000, you have been acting like an idiot. It’s been twenty-three years since I joined our mothership. Ah, I really miss the Lancer.”
“Actually, before it was commandeered by Lord Tang Xiao, it was called the Cheap Walker.” Quinto also felt a little emotional.
"Well, because when you first arrived, I was still in hibernation. When I woke up, you were already on the mothership as Cunte's follower. I also heard what Cunte said about the previous things. " Yuri Orlov said, "You know, when that idiot Tang Xiao told me that he wanted war, wanted weapons to kill people, and wanted to seize the development space of the fourth civilization, I didn't think so. "More. Raising a team, I'm good at this."
His voice gradually deepened, "But later I realized... what he meant by war was completely different from what I thought. He is right, maybe what he is talking about is the real war, and I am just a small part of it. Oh my God, this reminds me of many things that are blurred, but feel very uncomfortable. Good fucking thing."
Yuri Orlov threw away the cigarette butt and lit another one for himself, seeming to be troubled, "I sell weapons, Quinto. Weapons are sold from here to there, and I also bring the war from here to there. But... those are just weapons. Weapons do not equal war... When I saw Tang Xiao playing with people's hearts, manipulating public opinion, brainwashing, kidnapping, and copying. , replacement, exploitation, and doing everything possible, I realized that this is not a war. No, this is a fucking war! "
He looked extremely excited, and then put the cigarette to his mouth with a trembling hand and took a deep breath. Then he calmed down a lot, "So I left. I sell weapons, only weapons. I found this The galaxy is a really fucking good place. There are countless people here who need weapons and want weapons! There are hundreds of billions and trillions of people fighting here every day. I can satisfy them, Quinto! Satisfy them. Blasters? No problem. Mortars? I’ll give you a 10% discount.”
“I’ll make money.” A lot of money. Do you know how this land-based aircraft carrier came about? I sent a message to that idiot and told him to give it 2 billion, so he not only gave it, but also provided a full set of services... He used intelligence agencies to make this land-based aircraft carrier disappear from other people's eyes. Many people didn't even know there was such a thing on Tatooine, haha... Now I'm so damn rich, really! He is the largest weapons dealer in the galaxy. When Santa Claus is mentioned, who in the underground world doesn’t know it? Hahahaha..."
"But in the end I found..." Yuri Orlov raised his head again, showing an extremely sad smile, "Many people really need weapons. Without weapons, they don't even have the ability to survive. Why? ? Because of the war. Even if I leave Tang Xiao and the fourth civilization, the war still surrounds me. Sometimes, I am tired of it... What I sell is not the weapon, but Tang Xiao. It’s Palpatine’s ambition! And what I got was not money, it was... Damn it, this is money!”
He stood up suddenly and handed over the stool too quickly. Kicked down, he turned back to Quinto and said: "Go back and tell that idiot that I agree. Whether it's the Trade Federation or the Rebel Army, I agree. I know that there is a batch of goods on the planet Hyperion. Newt Gunray has been looking for me a long time ago..."