In that case, Iran, this hard-up brother, really wants to fire missiles and get into a fight, but alas, he has no legitimate reason for engaging in battle, so it's impossible.
Throughout history, wars have always needed a just cause, even if it's just an excuse, there must be a reason.
Now that Huaxia's Old Tie has arrived, that's the best reason. If anyone dares to touch Huaxia, they're also messing with the supplies Huaxia purchased from their Iranian brothers. Well, you're done for.
For Huaxia, even though they're acting as bait, they can definitely make a profit from it.
Old Zhou rubbed his thermos cup, a bit troubled, and said, "But we have so many supplies. If we detour to Dubai, it doesn't really make sense—"
Hey, before he could finish, Jing Shu gently coughed beside him, "Old Zhou, you forgot, we still have seven or eight ships' worth of beer unsold. Oh no, actually, with both yours and mine, it should be 13 ships' worth of beer."
