Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 159 Utilization and Being Utilized

Although what Matawi said made sense, Han Feng still had something to communicate with Mokhtar after all, so he found a reason to escape, then turned on the radar and circled around the entire venue where the dinner was held.

A few minutes later, he found two light spots, one green and one yellow, in a room on the second floor of the hotel.

Although the system couldn't tell who was detected by the radar, Han Feng had only been in Yiliji for a few hours, and there were not many people identified as "friendly troops" by the system.

So he found a moment when no one was paying attention, and went up to the second floor of the hotel from a relatively hidden staircase.

At first, Han Feng didn't think too much about it, he just thought that Mokhtar was telling some of his cronies about something, but the moment he just went up to the second floor, the door of the room the other party was in opened directly. Hertal actually walked out with a woman in his arms.

This scene made Han Feng feel awkward for a moment. Combined with the fact that the governor had disappeared for a while before, if you calculate the time, it seems...

It seems that Mokhtar's staying power is mediocre...

Han Feng murmured in his heart, but he still dodged and hid in a utility room with a half-open door next to him. Although he didn't directly break the good news of others, it seemed a bit embarrassing to meet him on this occasion.

As for the matter between him and Mokhtar, we can discuss it outside.

Since he couldn't understand Arabic, Han Feng didn't know what Mokhtar and the woman were talking about, but judging from the farther and farther voices that they had passed the door of the utility room, he leaned out He glanced over his head.

"???"

From this relatively short distance, Han Feng recognized the woman's identity through her back—Alia, the patriarch of the Alia Yilizi family, one of the three major local families.

There was clearly an affair between the two men.

Of course, Mokhtar is young and promising, and Alia is young and beautiful. It is not surprising that the two of them got together, and now it seems that the two of them were just talking in secret in the room rather than doing something. But for Han Feng...

"I really believed in your evil..." Han Feng watched the couple disappear by the stairs, and he adjusted his clothes and left the utility room: "This means that the cronies only have two secretaries and one deputy, huh. "

Since Mokhtar has been displayed in green on the radar, he should have no conspiracy against Han Feng, but the airborne adult is obviously not as simple and honest as he looks on the outside, at least at this time he can It is certain that he has not been completely excluded, but has found allies in the three major local families.

And he used such attractive preferential conditions to attract himself to set up a factory. I am afraid that he is definitely not only interested in the jobs and economic benefits brought by him. He is probably trying to break the existing balance by introducing new forces.

Obviously, while Han Feng was thinking about how to use Mokhtar, the other party was also thinking about how to use him in turn.

However, this does not affect Han Feng's next plan. It is just that the matter of shaking people from the CAF may be delayed for a while. After all, Algeria is a serious sovereign country. We have to see if Mokhtar has any backup.

When Han Feng came out of the hotel pretending to be nonchalant, Mokhtar and Alia were chatting with people outside the venue pretending to be unfamiliar.

Just as he was about to pass, an old man with gray beard and hair, wearing a robe and a traditional Arab dress stopped in front, followed by a woman with a light veil on her face.

The other party spoke first and spoke a long string of Arabic, from which Han Feng could only vaguely hear his own name.

Fortunately, the girl next to me quickly started translating: "Mr. Han Feng, I am Muhammad Ali Shared. Could you please talk to me, an old man?"

It turned out that this was the patriarch of the Ali family.

According to Mokhtar's previous introduction, among the three major families in Yiliji, the Ali family is currently the most powerful. Compared with the other two families, their family is more willing to let young people go out to study, so they occupy many different positions in government departments. An unobtrusive but very important location, and also controls a small number of local agricultural production.

In addition, Ali’s family also had shares in the oil fields jointly exploited by BP and Norwegian Petroleum, so the family is very rich. Although they have suffered some losses due to changes in oilfield ownership and BP’s withdrawal from Algeria in recent years, they are still Not to mention hurting muscles and bones.

Han Feng looked at Mokhtar who was not far away, thinking that he would not be able to escape anyway, so he turned his head and replied: "Of course, Patriarch Ali, but I don't know that the one who attended the banquet just now is... ..."

"That's my nephew, Mr. Han, don't get me wrong, our Ali family doesn't mean to be negligent, but I am old and lack energy, so many things are usually handled by the younger generations." Ali's Arabic is by the side as usual The woman translated to Han Feng.

"Okay, why don't we sit and talk in the lobby of the hotel?" Han Feng looked at the crutch in Ali's hand. The old man's body was obviously not strong, and his precarious appearance made Han Feng very worried.

The three of them soon came to the rest area of ​​the hotel lobby, and Popov and Leng Jianfeng followed far behind, occupying a position where they could see the front and rear entrances.

"I don't know why Mr. Han gave up the northern coastal area with better conditions, and chose to build a factory in a small place in the middle of the desert like us?" The woman who served as a translator helped Ali to sit down, and the two did not choose the one opposite Han Feng. position, but sat on his left.

This makes the conversation between the two less of a negotiation and more like a daily small talk between two friends.

"Mr. Ali, the location of the factory is not decided by me alone."

Han Feng tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the sofa with one hand, and came up with the rhetoric he had already thought about:
"Prime Minister Majib does not want this factory to be located too close to your country's imaginary enemy, otherwise it will be easily destroyed in the event of a war, so I have no way to choose a coastal city. On this basis, the domestic Among the various regions in mainland China, the conditions given by Governor Mokhtar are the most favorable. For our factory, there is actually not much difference in where to build it, so it is natural to choose the place with the best policy conditions."

"But Ilizi is also a border area, and because it is far away from Algiers, the number of troops stationed here is very small, and the entire state has only about 4 people." When Ali asked this sentence, his voice was muddy. There seemed to be a gleam of light in his eyes.

"Hahahaha..." Han Feng let out a burst of laughter, then adjusted his sitting posture, and leaned on the back of the sofa more comfortably: "Mr. Ali is probably investigating my geography. Although Ilizi Province is adjacent to Niger and Libya, but there is an endless desert in the south, and there is only one road connecting it with Niger. In the east, Libya is still in civil war. Haftar has overwhelmed the National Unity Front. You can’t deal with it, so Yiliji’s only shortcoming is nothing more than natural conditions.”

"So how are you going to solve the workers' problem? Most of the people here are engaged in agricultural production and the oil and gas industry, and have no experience in working in factories. In addition..." Ali hesitated at this point: "In addition, the people in Yilizi There are three surrounding oases, which means there is a limit to the maximum number of people the local area can support."

"Um……"

Han Feng also put away his smile at this time. He didn't answer the other party's question immediately, but stared at Ali for a few seconds.

Although this old man is dressed like an Arab tribal chief, it is easy to see from his speech and demeanor that he should have received a considerable degree of modern education, even though the woman next to him modified his words, but The internal logic of the conversation is very clear.

"My factory's profits are beyond imagination, and I can hire skilled workers and engineers from Algiers, Oran, and Constantine with high salaries. At that time, these people will inevitably be in Ilizi after they get high incomes. Consumption, so that even people who work in other industries can benefit from my factory."

This is the model that Han Feng has always hoped to realize, and it is also one of the reasons why he tends to choose such an underdeveloped area to build a factory. A factory can easily become the economic core of such a place. In a few years, the entire Yilizi's economy probably revolves around his factory.

However, in those big cities with a well-developed economy, it is almost impossible to achieve this, and it is difficult for Han Feng to gain corresponding influence and voice through his own group.

"As for the ecological issue, I believe that I care more about those oases than anyone else here. Besides, even the natural gas processing plant in the past did not cause too much damage. Compared with my plant, both in terms of scale and pollution They are much smaller, what is there to worry about, Mr. Ali?"

Han Feng is not a person who likes to be passive, so after saying this, he did not give Ali a chance to ask another question, but asked directly:
"Mr. Ali, I think it's time for me to ask a question. What do you think of my factory?"

This straight ball problem made the scene very silent for an instant.

"I think it's time for Yiliji to make some changes." Ali didn't seem to answer Han Feng's question directly, but there was clearly something in this sentence.

……

The dinner ended at about ten o'clock that night. Han Feng drank a round of wine with several family members at the end, and then returned to the hotel room on the third floor to rest, pretending to be overwhelmed by alcohol.

About a quarter of an hour later, Han Feng's cell phone rang.

It was Leng Jianfeng calling.

"Spider, we have confirmed that everyone who attended the banquet has left, you can come down now."

Afterwards, Han Feng changed into a set of light clothes, went down the fire-resistant stairs outside the hotel to the first and a half floors, and then leaped over the wall not far away while propping up the railing, and landed steadily outside.

Popov and Leng Jianfeng were already waiting here.

"Have you brought all the equipment?" Han Feng said while bending over and rubbing his calf and ankle that were a little sore from the shock when he landed.

"Everything you asked to prepare is on your body." Popov pointed to the folded shield behind him and the tactical backpack behind Leng Jianfeng.

Since the two of them, like Han Feng, both arrived in Algiers by plane first, the long guns they used in the CAF must not be carried with them. The three armed at this time, apart from a pistol each, only Popov carried a PP2000 along with the shield.

If this equipment is really going to be handed over to the fire, it will naturally suffer, but Han Feng was not planning to take people to fight tonight, but to see what's tricky in that factory area, so the point is that Leng Jianfeng is carrying it on his back. The quadcopter drone with infrared night vision capability.

A few minutes later, a sound of an engine came from a distance, and then the headlights of the car flashed three times in a row, which was the secret signal agreed upon by Mokhtar and Han Feng long ago.

"Let's go, Mokhtar brought people over."

It wasn't until Han Feng and the others came nearby that they saw clearly that the other party was driving over... a BJ212 jeep.

In the last century, China had a lot of military aid and military trade with Algeria, including such a classic model, which is really normal, but it is really not easy to drive it by 2015.

Han Feng sat in the co-pilot seat, while Popov and Leng Jianfeng could only squeeze in the back seat with Mokhtar's secretary.

Especially after the burly Popov sat in, Han Feng could even feel the entire frame of the car swaying twice, which made him worry for a while whether the car would just fall apart.

Fortunately, Mokhtar's driving skills were good. Driving with only two low-brightness headlights along the way, the five people arrived near the industrial park without any danger.

"We can't continue to drive. There is a dirt ridge next to this bend. If we turn around, people from the factory area may directly see our headlights." After Mokhtar finished speaking, he parked the car firmly. On the side of the road and turned off the engine, opened the door and jumped out of the car first.

Han Feng, who had been prepared for such a situation, took out his flashlight and adjusted the brightness to the lowest level to ensure that it could only illuminate the road a few meters ahead, then grabbed Mokhtar who was about to walk along the road: "There is no need to go any further. Let's go, we can directly see that side from here."

"See it directly?" Mokhtar turned around: "But there are still nearly two kilometers between here and the factory area?"

"Don't worry, I'm ready." Han Feng pointed behind him.

At this time, Leng Jianfeng was already squatting on the ground, and took out the box containing the drone, the remote control and a laptop.

"This is..." Mokhtar came from a big city after all, and it wasn't the first time he saw something like a rotorcraft: "Drone?"

"Yes, and it has passive infrared night vision capabilities." Han Feng nodded, then took the laptop from Leng Jianfeng and put it on the hood of the BJ212: "We will soon know that the factory area is What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)