My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 79 Mr. Rabe, are you ambitious?

The sunset is sparse and the sky is red with frost.

The beauty of the desert can always make people forget the hidden crisis in a moment.

night...

It has never been a battlefield for humans.

There are lizards sticking out their tongues, hyenas with green eyes, and cold rattlesnakes, all of which are interpreting the wars that humans have "performed" in the daytime.

Fighting is always the main theme of the earth.

De Fetour Tribe.

In the Emir's tent, the lights were bright.

People kept coming in and out with meat and coconut milk.

Nasser sits high in the main seat, and on his left is an acquaintance Varane, who is the animal hunter that Gao Jun has seen before, and sitting on the right side is the black man who accompanied Blair on Major General Harold's birthday.

That's the French guy selling plasma.

"Mr. Chatham, try our specialties." Nasser said with a smile.

The black man looked at the shape of the food in the tableware, "Is this a lizard?"

"Yes, it is very nutritious. Eating more can maintain the male momentum." Nasser grabbed the lizard meat and began to bite into large pieces.

Chatham felt queasy.

Damn, how long has it been?Forgot the hard and simple style of the ancestors in the plantation?
People's foot pot chickens still often go to Siberia to pay homage to their ancestors.

"Mr. Chatham, when will your company's first supplies arrive?"

黑人擦了擦手上的油渍，“第一批160支M12冲锋枪以及100把MABPA-15还有6万发子弹已经在巴黎港上货了，我们公司还附送四门MO-120-RT-61式120毫米迫击炮，这里价格是市场价的60%。”

Nasser's eyes sparkled when he heard this, of course it was the best thing to send, with a smile on his face, he praised, and couldn't help complaining, "If it wasn't for Varane who pointed it out, I wouldn't even know that Asian came from I cheated so much money here!"

Chatham and Varane looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Although they run their own businesses, they belong to the same perfume trading company and are well connected in France.

This is normal. Nokia has also engaged in arms. DuPont is the one who invented silk stockings and was once an arms giant. What does this mean?
You can lose money in anything you do, but selling arms is absolutely impossible!
In addition to selling blood plasma, Chatham also opened up an arms trade channel for the company. He found Rawane, who had a good relationship with him, and the latter was very familiar with many tribal leaders in the desert.

In Nasser's ear, I tried to tell him how outdated and expensive the bazooka sold by Gao Jun was. In fact, Ravane had no conflict with Gao Jun at all.

But isn't that what business is all about?
Try to belittle the opponent's goods and raise your own value, so as to achieve the goal of changing the buyer's door. In the final analysis, it is still a profit!

Everything in this world is nothing more than two words of interests. Your interests determine your position, and your position determines your behavior. Many people think that women are more gentle and civilized than men, so why do most countries in the world All leaders are men?

Because men's desire to conquer and barbarism can create more benefits.

Right or wrong is not that important, at least in business.

Several people raised their camel milk toasts, when they heard shouts from outside, Nasser frowned, and nodded at Ravane, "Sit down first, I'll go out and have a look."

Walking out of the tent, I saw a dozen people running outside.

"What's wrong?" he yelled.

"Emir (the leader), Mori is gone and hasn't come back yet. Someone saw him running out of the tribe with Rabe. Let's go find them." A bearded man said excitedly.

Nasser frowned, raised his head and looked at the night, "Look for it, the range is limited to 20 kilometers, if you can't find it, come back, it is not allowed to exceed this distance."

"it is good!"

A search team of dozens of people rushed out of the tribe mightily.

Nasser didn't care about it because he was addicted to play and lost his way. He was unlucky and died under the poisonous scorpion, which was a common thing.

……

Rabe followed Miller into the hotel. He saw the latter say a few words to a white man, who looked up at him and smiled politely, "Come with me, sir, the boss is waiting for you." For a long time."

Followed up the stairs, in the depths of the corridor on the second floor, the white man knocked on the door, and then pushed it away, "Boss, Mr. Rabe is here."

Rabe opened his eyes wide, and saw a man sitting in the room, and that face was all too familiar.

"Yuri." He couldn't help but call out.

Gao Jun stood up with a smile, "Long time no see, Rabe."

"Why are you? I thought..."

"I'm sorry to find you this way, but I think Mr. Nasser doesn't welcome me very much now."

Rabe looked embarrassed, he knew what was going on.

Gao Jun smiled, and said to Umbrella, "Let Taylor bring you two cups of black tea and a bowl of dessert."

"Okay, boss."

Umbrella backed out, closing the door behind her.

"Sit down, feel free." Gao Jun leaned back on the sofa, picked up the cigar on the coffee table, and gestured, "Do you mind?"

"No... nothing." Rabe said fidgeting.

Gao Jun crossed his legs, heard the click of the lighter, and pulled it away with his thumb very coolly. A string of flames ignited, lit the cigar, flicked it again, closed the lid, and threw it on the coffee table.

"Huh? Very good, 20 dollars a piece. If it was changed to before, I would really be reluctant to smoke it, but last time Mr. Nasser let me make some money, so I have a little bit of confidence."

Rabe was under the eaves, so he had to apologize, rubbing his hands back and forth on his knees nervously, the palms of his hands were too sweaty, and just about to speak, he heard Gao Jun speak.

"I remember Nasser had a son, right?"

"Well, studying in the United States." Although Rabe didn't know why he asked that question, he still answered truthfully.

"Nasser has also been emir for more than 30 years. It's been a long time. Besides, I heard that he planned to recruit his son back? That's right. When young people come back from school, they naturally have to build their own homes. But I I'm curious, do you think Nasser will transfer the title of emir to his son?" Gao Jun folded his hands, raised his head halfway, thinking, but kept staring at Rabe.

These are all "bought" from Taylor, the broker, and of course selling information.

In fact, Rabe is Nasser's half-brother, can't you imagine it.

"However, I think young people don't understand anything, and they should learn more from their uncle, what do you think?"

Rabe clenched his fists tightly and smiled stiffly, "Nasser has his own ideas."

"Actually, I think you are more suitable to be Nasser than him." Gao Jun looked over, "Do you want to do it?"

Rabe stopped breathing abruptly, but hypocrisy is punished after death, and... is he really not moved?

"I can help you."

Quiet in the room.

Finally, a hoarse voice sounded, "How?"

"Wouldn't it be alright if Nasser died?" Gao Jun said with a smile.

"not easy."

"It's easy, Mr. Rabe, as long as you want, I can help you."

Rabe raised his head and looked at Gao Jun, "What do you want?"

"I'm just an arms dealer. All I want is a channel and a stable business. If you can guarantee my interests, the next thing you have to do is to clean up and wait to get a seat."

Does he look like...

Stirring an internal struggle?
In fact, the best point is that Nasser survived, and then Rabe took his entourage away, causing them to break out fierce conflicts, and the Gao army was full.

But the situation in this place is not right, and we cannot stay here for a long time. This method should be used in Africa.

Make a name for yourself here...

At that time, big dogs will come to him in a steady stream.

It always pays to support someone close to you.

It can also be used as a transport team in the future.

Anyway, there are many camels in the tribe.

(End of this chapter)