I want to be a warlord

Chapter 639: Not Nansu at all

A bicycle plus a machine gun really works.

The basket is camouflaged, a submachine gun is installed inside, and a large-capacity drum can be installed in the remaining space.

The direction is controlled by the handlebar, and the bell is changed to an electronic trigger.

As soon as Wang Zhen expressed his thoughts, Dang Haobing was stunned, "Anyone who stands in my way will die, right? If you ring the bell, you will die!"

"Let me tell you, this has an advantage. Because it is welded, it can greatly control the bounce of the machine gun due to recoil and keep the ballistic trajectory stable. You see, the position of the basket is exactly aimed at the belly. Click, click, and sweep. Blockbuster." Wang Zhen looked at Dang Haobing, "What do you think of my approach?"

"It's not that good. Why did you change the plan like this!" Dang Haobing was speechless. "We are regular troops, not terrorists."

"A raid. You thought what I was pushing was a bicycle, but no, it was actually a machine gun!" Wang Zhen was quite excited when he thought about it. "With 200 rounds of drum ammunition, they were shooting like crazy. Five of these machine gun bicycles can kill you in a short time." Pour a huge amount of firepower."

Dang Haobing complained about the uselessness, while imagining the scene in his mind, and he felt strangely, "This is more suitable for Americans."

"Huh?" Wang Zhen was stunned.

"Random killings, free America, shootings every day, taking guns to the streets, the general rule is too conspicuous, bicycles are so good, have a large ammunition load, do a lot of damage, and are environmentally friendly..."

"God is so environmentally friendly." Wang Zhen was amused.

"Look, the place where the water cup is placed here can be changed into a place for grenades, and the 107 rocket launcher can be installed here on the back seat..."

"Okay, okay!" Wang Zhen quickly smiled and waved his hand, "That's it."

That was all a joke, Wang Zhen was quite satisfied with the bike itself.

"How is the equipment situation? Which ones are produced locally and which ones need to be imported?"

"Tires, axles, rollers, chains, shock absorbing springs." Dang Haobing said with his fingers.

"No, they really all have to be imported. So what do we produce, just assembly?" Wang Zhen was speechless.

"Imported aluminum alloy pipes, cut and then welded to the frame, um, handlebars, front and rear seats, pedals, brackets, etc. This is the simplest way to produce it yourself."

"No, tires... aren't they very simple?"

"Is it simple? There is no shortage of rubber here, but Lao Liu said that it is not worthwhile to purchase a set of equipment just for the bicycle factory. The output cannot increase, including the chain. The process is actually very simple, steel lath stamping, steel bars making bushings, For pins and rollers, there are still very high requirements for precision, and finally heat treatment is required. The technology is not difficult, but the requirements are very high. If the toughness and strength are not handled well, the toughness and strength will not be enough. Well, the same is true for springs."

"Okay, I don't expect to make much money anyway." Wang Zhen shook his head, he had given up completely.

What a backward country, it can't even produce chains and tires.

His interest gone, Wang Zhen became the shopkeeper and left it to Dang Haobing. Anyway, the factory site had been chosen for him. He went to find You Congyun to build the factory and recruit the workers himself, which was regarded as a preview for the arsenal.

After returning to the office, Fionn Alter was already waiting here. Wang Zhen was very concerned about the collection situation.

"Most of it has already been paid for."

"What do you mean most?"

"If there are too many customers, it is inevitable that something will go wrong." Fang Alter said with a sneer: "These people... well, they are all very difficult to talk to."

"Damn it, it's hard to talk. Has the construction been completed?" Wang Zhen asked with a black face.

"Yes, there are two families. They want to wait until they sell the hemp grass in their hands before settling the bill."

"Impossible. If one person defaults on payment, others will follow suit. Are you a fucking dead person? Fuck them!" Wang Zhen yelled, "You were so damn hard working with me before. ?”

Fon Ort scratched his head and did not dare to speak.

Obviously, his status is different now. He has money, power, and starts to enjoy life. How can he still be willing to fight with a gun.

Wang Zhen couldn't understand, so he grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it.

Fon Ort did not dare to hide, and screamed, his face distorted, as if his arm had been broken.

Seeing this guy's miserable state, Wang Zhen snorted, "Mark them on the map and tell them that the principal plus interest must be paid within two days!"

Fionn Ort wanted to ask how he could still charge interest, but he didn't dare.

"Get out!" Wang Zhen cursed, and Fang Ault walked away with his arms crossed in dejection.

After Fon Ort left, Wang Zhen's expression immediately calmed down and he no longer looked angry.

It just happened to be delivered to my door, so I took these two companies as preview targets and summarized a set of suitable tactics.

Thinking about it, Wang Zhen called John and Haddad and explained the matter.

Haddad naturally has nothing to disagree with. Two days later, he will arrive in Najishot with 50 American soldiers to launch this joint operation.

……

A black Toyota Prado parked at the entrance of the Guanghui Defense Army Camp. Two old black soldiers checked it and waved it through. In the car, Sean Kendall looked at the base through the car window, the flat training ground, various obstacle buildings for training, the shooting range, the neat and smooth color steel dormitories, three luxurious color steel villas...

Over at the shooting range, a group of soldiers were conducting moving target training.

Look at the military camp in Wangzhen, and then think about their National Salvation Front...

Ha, bah!

It is not that Tejas Defense is richer than the National Salvation Front, nor is it that the National Salvation Front has lower income.

The key is that there are too many people who share the money. They only use military power as a political guarantee and have never thought that their own soldiers can be as elite as those of several major countries.

The whole South Sudan is equally bad, and the whole Africa is equally bad. If you compare them with each other, you still feel pretty good about yourself.

Besides, how much money is invested in one soldier per month, why are the requirements so high?

It’s like Wang Zhen trains like this. He can’t even afford the bullets every day!

When Prado stopped, Wang Zhen stood beside him with a smile. When Kendall came down, he gave Wang Zhen a big blow to his body, "Friend, long time no see. I'm really happy to see you."

"I'm very happy too." Wang Zhenqing took a step back and said holding his breath.

The road was not good, it took more than five hours to drive from Juba, and it smelled bad.

"Nagishot is so beautiful, clean and tidy. I don't feel like Nansu at all here."

"Thank you for the compliment."

After chatting for a while, Wang Zhen invited Kendall in. This guy came for the cement factory.

For the construction of cement plants and hydropower stations, cement was purchased from Kendal, which made him a lot of money.

Now that it is put into production, Kendall must control part of the supply, otherwise the Salvation Front's income will drop significantly!

There was no room for him not to be impatient.

After resting for a while, Wang Zhen took him to visit the cement factory. After selling cement for so many years, this was the first time he visited the cement factory. He looked at the towering chimney, the factory building covering an area of ​​tens of thousands of screens, and the length of several hundred meters. The raw material conveying pipeline and everything made Kendall amazed.

Even the workers here were all wearing blue overalls and yellow safety helmets. They were different from the casual and confused black people at the bottom that he usually saw. They all looked focused and serious...

This is not Nansu at all!

"How much do these workers earn per month?" Kendall asked in a low voice.

"It depends on the position. The lowest one is about US$80 a month. They are also issued two sets of work clothes, one pair of shoes, and ten pairs of gloves every quarter."

Kendall is talking nonsense. In South Sudan, where the per capita GDP is only over 200, this is a high-income group.

This income is almost the same as in Kenya.

What kind of national strength is Kenya, and what kind of national strength is South Sudan?

A difference of twenty times!

After the visit, Wang Zhen, Zhang Jinjie and Kendall officially started negotiations in the office building of the cement factory.

After seeing the factory, Kendall now has more confidence in the cement factory than Wang Zhen. He clapped his chest excitedly, "Man, we are friends. I have always been sincere to my friends. You don't need to have a sales team at all. Not only do you have to build a sales team in various places It’s unnecessary to open up a relationship and pay a lot of money for it, absolutely unnecessary.”

"Leave it to me. I'll take care of it for you. Trust me, it won't be unsalable. I'll cover all the production."

Wang Zhen really wanted to ask this guy, what do you want to eat?

"It is impossible for me to let anyone control our channels. The cement industry in Nansu can only be in my hands and not anyone else's decision!" Wang Zhen retorted unceremoniously.

"Uh... I didn't mean that. You misunderstood me. I just thought that I could sell them. That's right." Kendall was stunned for a moment and then explained quickly.

"You better really think so, man." Wang Zhen said expressionlessly.

Zhang Jinjie was stunned when he heard this. He didn't expect Wang Zhen to speak so... viciously. He didn't know how to be tactful at all. He was a big warlord.

What he didn't expect was that Kendall would submit so easily.

It's not like he has never had contact with foreign customers in China. The country exports a large amount of cement every year, but every negotiation is not a good one, and he drinks and laughs. These foreigners are very difficult to serve.

It was the first time the conversation was so tough, which made Zhang Jinjie feel comfortable all over.

"Then how much can you give me? Half? No less, Wang. My annual sales volume before was more than 60 tons!" Kendall said eagerly: "By the way, what types of cement can you supply? "

After all, it's not a professional cement distribution company, and I don't have any negotiation skills. It's all straight forward.

"The road will be built soon, and they will eat up a large part of the production. I can promise you no more than 40 tons this year." Wang Zhen shook his head and said: "As for the small amount, you can continue to smuggle it from Uganda."

"Their things are expensive, and it's not easy to settle accounts. Can't you use South Sudanese pounds to settle the bill?" Kendal was immediately anxious. No one was short of US dollars. "Friend, Wang, we agreed before, I will help you." Set up the factory and you supply me with cement, and you can’t go back on your word.”

"But I don't have that much output."

"Then I don't care. You can't keep your word. This is not in line with your identity."

How can you act so shamelessly to suit your status?

Wang Zhen never expected that his agreement to settle with Nansu pounds would bring such great power.

(End of this chapter)