Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 18 Big Business

The dinner began soon, and the highest-status Mayor Boda and the Belgian Counselor delivered speeches respectively. The content was naturally a bunch of nonsense such as unity between the two countries, goodwill and cooperation.

The female counselor also specifically mentioned the possible civil war in CAF, saying that under the protection of the Belgian army, there is no need to worry too much.

Han Feng almost laughed out loud. The civil servant probably didn't know that even the cannons of his army's armored vehicles were broken.

The female counselor didn't have any content about the Black Flag organization. I don't know if the Belgians felt that it was nothing to worry about, or they deliberately avoided talking about it so as not to cause panic.

It seems that everyone's focus is still on the imminent new president and the possible risk of civil war.

Not far away, Abel was drinking champagne in a dark red suit, but when the female counselor was speaking, Han Feng could see an imperceptible disgust on his face.

"Sheriff." Han Feng walked towards Abel with a glass of wine in his hand: "In your opinion, the current security situation..."

Halfway through the conversation, Abel raised his hand to stop him, then raised his chin towards the woman who was talking on the stage, and replied slightly frivolously: "Didn't she say that the Belgian army will guarantee Boda's safety. "

Han Feng could see the real answer from the other party's tone and expression, but on this occasion, Abel's status required him not to give a negative response directly.

However, Abel has cooperated with Han Feng many times in the past six months, and he has a very close friendship. After hesitating for a while, he still said: "I suggest that Mr. Han should prepare for the way out. It's too hateful, but those white-skinned lackeys... it's hard to say."

Abel also did not mention the threat of the Black Flag organization. Compared with the CAF opposition, Han Feng was actually more worried about these people.

As a reborn person, of course he has heard about the Black Flag organization, a proper chaotic evil force, no matter where you are, and even many years later, its ruthless style will still affect many other terrorists molecular.

"Hasn't the Sheriff thought of seeking refuge in other countries?" Han Feng took a sip from his glass and asked, "It shouldn't be difficult for you to go to Europe, right?"

In fact, this is also what he has always wondered about: Abel is very greedy for money, and he hardly hides it, but Han Feng has never seen him enjoying extravagance. He usually wears police uniforms and drives the car repaired by Han Feng broken car.

In addition, according to Huang Qiao, he had the impression that Abel had only been to Europe once, and he came back in a few days without buying anything.

So where did the money go?
You can't hide it in the refrigerator and don't dare to spend a penny, can you?

Abel was silent for a moment, and then slowly opened his mouth after drinking a few sips of wine: "I'm 40 years old, and I've been fighting with an army I forgot which side I've forgotten since I was 13 years old. , You should have been to Europe and know the situation there, I am a black man who has not gone to school, maybe one day I will turn into a corpse and lie in a stinky ditch."

When talking about this topic, Abel seemed to have aged ten years out of thin air, and even a few wrinkles appeared on the top of his shiny head.

"I just want to send my son to study in Europe or the United States, and then... never come back."

Perhaps because of drinking today, the sheriff talked a lot more than usual.

Abel's son is the guy who brought Han Feng the first pot of gold, his name seems to be Yannick, and later I heard that he was locked up for half a month after returning.

It would be normal if these words came from an old Chinese father, but in Africa, the relationship between men and women is generally quite... unrestrained, and the collateral effect is that men, at least ordinary civilian men, have little sense of responsibility for their children.

God knows if it's his own species, so what's the point of caring so much.

But Abel, of course, cannot be the same as the poor at the bottom. Even if he is not a Brahmin in Afrika, he must be a Kshadiri, and he still values ​​things like blood and family.

"Can these Belgians help you?"

Han Feng thought of Abel's disgust just now. Obviously he didn't like kneeling and licking these white people, but the other party probably offered him a price he couldn't refuse.

"It was said before that you know Chinese witchcraft, and I almost believed it just now." Abel glanced at Han Feng: "You guessed right, as long as I help them gain a firm foothold in Boda, they will let my son Go to the University of Antwerp to study."

It is not a good school, but for those who are in the fire pit of CAF, as long as they can make it to Europe, it is almost equivalent to stepping into the door of the new world.

While the two were chatting with each other, the Belgian colonel in military uniform walked over to Han Feng.

"Mr. Han, good evening."

The colonel raised his champagne goblet.

"Good evening, Colonel Duarte, I wish you good health." Han Feng clinked glasses with the other party, thinking that there should be some business coming.

Seeing this, Abel walked aside calmly. He was responsible for collecting money to create opportunities for Han Feng, but he didn't care or want to care about what the latter wanted to talk about.

The Belgian colonel was also straightforward: "Can Mr. Han's company supply vehicle parts in batches? Our purchase volume is very large."

This sentence made Han Feng stunned for a moment.

His original idea was that these Belgians must need a lot of horses, barbed wire, anti-tank piles, tire nails and other objects to build fortifications. These iron lumps are heavy and have little technical content. Only those who are full will come from Europe Transported here, he can provide it locally at CAF, which can be regarded as a solution to the other party's urgent needs.

But things seem to have gone a bit awry.

"What kind of parts?" Han Feng asked calmly: "If there are many types, it is best to provide a list."

Han Feng tried it with his broken Ford. If the time consumption is not considered, he can even manufacture and assemble a car engine part by part.

"It's not too complicated." The colonel stroked his mustache lightly: "Basically, it's some things like car rims, suspensions, and engine pistons, but the amount will be very large."

Han Feng became more and more confused. Although he had never seen the camp, considering the number of Belgian soldiers who arrived during this period, the scale was not very large. How many cars could they have?How many parts are needed?

"That's no problem, but your army's vehicles may not be a common style on the market, so no matter what you need, you must at least provide me with an original, so that I can find other Huaxia merchants to buy. You know, the Huaxia factory can almost produce All the things."

Han Feng made up a reason casually. The real reason is of course that the system workshop needs to be scanned before production.

The colonel nodded, and then moved closer to Han Feng and said in a low voice: "In principle, this matter is considered a military secret, so...don't mention the details of the procurement to anyone, including...the counselor Ma'am, do you know?"

Han Feng frowned, and thought that it was a TM military secret if you bought some broken car parts, and the armored car outside with a broken main gun was probably the real secret.

But of course this kind of thinking can't be expressed, Han Feng raised his glass again and touched the Colonel lightly to show that he understood what he meant.

"Colonel, don't you need some defensive equipment? I can supply barbed wire, tire nails and..." Han Feng wanted to expand his business scope, but he was stopped by the colonel before he finished speaking: "We Not needed for the time being, I think the rebels are not bold enough to attack the garrison camp yet."

There is nothing wrong with this idea in theory, but this kind of lax thinking is very dangerous. Of course, as an outsider, Han Feng is not good at interfering with the command and management of other people's troops.

Watching the colonel's back as he turned and left, Han Feng felt that the business was a little unreal. The other party didn't even ask for a price, nor did he make any trouble, just like going to the supermarket to buy a bottle of water.

Of course, this is only the first contact after all, and everything may change before the actual contract is signed and the advance payment is received.

Han Feng shook his head, and decided not to think about these things anymore, but instead focused on the long buffet table in the center of the banquet hall, where several Caucasian chefs were intensively processing various dishes.

It can only be said that money is indeed a good thing. Even in the middle of Africa, the banquet provided very rich meals and drinks, and many of the ingredients were probably shipped from Belgium.

It was the Belgian colonel who was speaking on the stage just now, but as a soldier, his speech was very brief, just to express his confidence in the combat effectiveness of the army, but it seemed a little funny when combined with the content of the conversation between him and Han Feng just now.

The banquet quickly entered the dining session, and the buffet offered basically Belgian-style food, such as creamy mushroom chicken or pork bisque.

Originally, Han Feng felt that this business occasion was a little tight, but the people who attended the banquet were either big bosses from Africa or low-level officers from the Belgian Army. The speed of adding food to the plate has been accelerated.

Compared with this group of men, the only woman on the scene—that is, the Belgian counselor was much more elegant. She just sipped the sliced ​​steak into her mouth and raised her hand from time to time. Light golden long hair falling on the forehead.

To be able to get into this position at her age, she must have a strong background, and coming to CAF is probably just a gold-plated mixed qualification.

When Han Feng passed behind the female counselor, he vaguely heard her muttering something, which probably sounded in German. Han Feng couldn't understand it at all, but he could guess what should be by relying on his intuition and impatient expression. Not a good thing to say.

However, after seeing the colonel walking towards her, he immediately changed his calm expression.

(End of this chapter)