Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 23
Just when Han Feng was at a loss, Colonel Duart walked to his side calmly: "Did you find out what went wrong?"

The slightly joking tone of the other party finally convinced Han Feng of his guess. He stood up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. After confirming that Derivo was not nearby through the car window, he replied bluntly: "This car I'm afraid it's not broken at all, so tell me, what is this going to do?"

Duart showed a good look at you, and kicked the tires of the car: "Remember, the parts that need to be replaced on this car include: two rims, two sets of brake discs, brake calipers, Twelve sets of piston cranks and spark plugs..."

Han Feng was really memorizing it at first, but the more he heard it, the more something went wrong—this car has a drum brake structure, and there are no calipers and discs at all. Where did the eight-cylinder engine come from and the twelve sets of pistons? As for the engine coolant and The spark plug is even more TM outrageous, because the Taidrag chassis is designed according to the air-cooled diesel engine.

After talking about a lot of parts that need to be replaced like the name of the dish, Colonel Duart looked at Han Feng with a weird face, stretched out his hand and pressed down: "Don't ask, just write as I said, as for the quotation ...Look at the situation, it's still the same sentence, we want a very large amount, very large."

Looking at the other person's expression that didn't look like a joke, Han Feng suddenly understood the meaning of the old man in front of him, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

"When it comes to making money, you Europeans know how to play..."

Han Feng originally thought that the Belgians would buy parts from him, and he would offer a slightly higher price than normal, and then "return" part of the money to Duart himself, which is a common practice around the world.

However, the colonel doesn't bother to make such a small amount of money. What he thinks is that I don't need any auto parts at all. All equipment damage and repairs appear on paper. Han Feng only needs to do a good job of accounting and provide complete It is enough to use the transaction certificate to deal with Derivo, so that almost all the money will go into his own pocket, and then part of it will be distributed to Han Feng for hard work.

"Colonel, I understand what you mean." Han Feng sat down on the pedals used to get in the car: "But I don't think this is safe enough. Although your diplomat lady doesn't know much, she is quite wary of you. , completely empty-handed white wolf... Colonel, are you not afraid of problems?"

In fact, Han Feng doesn't care about Duart's affairs. The reason why he said this is because if he follows the routine arranged by the other party, then the system workshop will not give him points.

And now he urgently needs workshop points.

"What do you mean?"

Colonel Duarte's white hair on the sideburns is haloing in the afternoon sun of CAF. He is almost 50 years old. He has seen the Belgian army change from a strong force during the Cold War to the half-dead state it is today in the past 30 years. Civilians even diverted the army's budget for ammunition and uniforms to repair the Pact headquarters building.

Now that the colonel has taken it easy, he must make a fortune before retiring.

"Huaxia has a lot of parts for Iveco and Tailua, and they are very cheap." Han Feng pointed to the truck behind him: "I can provide you with a batch of spare parts, but there is only one batch. Ms. Counselor will personally check and accept, and then I will return the money to you and get the goods back from you one after another.”

In essence, it is also a white wolf with empty gloves, but in this way, bugs in the system can be stuck.

"Hmm..." The colonel bowed his head and pondered for a moment. Although this method is troublesome, it is indeed safer. Since the Chinese person in front of him doesn't mind making troubles, he naturally doesn't care.

When Han Feng saw the colonel hesitated, he was afraid that he would have other ideas, so he decided to add fuel to the fire: "Isn't there a French reporter named Antoine in Boda? We'll ask him to report again at that time. It is said that under your leadership, Colonel, and in cooperation with local CAF companies, the local people wholeheartedly welcome the glory of Her Majesty the Queen to the land of Afrikaans..."

"Ahem——" Duart coughed twice, interrupting Han Feng's imagination.But he just wanted to correct Han Feng's mistake: "The head of state of our country is His Majesty the King, not the Queen, and I don't think that Frenchman will speak well of us."

"Okay, then I wish your Majesty the King healthy and victorious..."

Han Feng rubbed his temples, and ended the topic with a joke that Belgians could not understand.

He keenly captured Duart's attitude towards Antoine, which was obviously different from what the latter said before, which further confirmed his doubts about Antoine's identity.

"Let's go, go and make a errand with our counselor lady." Duarte didn't know the small things in Han Feng's heart, he just wanted to end this farce quickly and get the money in his hands as soon as possible.

"Ma'am, I have already checked this car." Han Feng and the colonel returned to the repair shop together, and said to Derivo who was sitting on the bench: "Its problems... are quite serious, including..."

In the past six months since he came to CAF, Han Feng has spoken nonsense more times than he did in the 20 years before his rebirth, and now his expression is unchanged, not to mention that he knows that the woman in front of him can't understand at all.

At first, Derivo wanted to pretend that he could understand and nodded frequently, but after all, he couldn't help interrupting Han Feng's voice like chanting: "Just tell me, can you fix it on time? I can give it to you again." You have a grace period of two days, a week."

This woman still has a superior attitude, but Han Feng and Duart have decided to play her as a fool just now, and now they even feel a little pity when looking at her.

"Five days should be no problem. Our supplier has a maintenance center in northern Afrikaans. I can order them to deliver the goods right away." Han Feng naturally gave an affirmative answer. There was nothing wrong with the truck just now. , just reinstall the few places that the colonel deliberately loosened: "In addition, pay a 10% deposit first, and then make the final payment after repairing."

As for the maintenance center in northern Afrikaans, it was for Duart. The colonel is a sane person. He must know that the delivery from China to CAF will never arrive in five days. This kind of nonsense can only deceive the local bosses.

"Okay, then you send the truck to our camp and then... sign a supply contract."

The three stalemate for a while, and finally the counselor took out a few brand new 50 euro banknotes from her wallet and handed them to Han Feng.

In fact, Derivo once doubted the authenticity of what the colonel said, so she got up early this morning and asked several other officers in the camp, but the answers she got were even more sensational. Two of the armored vehicles could not shoot normally, and one had a bad battery.

This made it difficult for the counselor who had read the military readiness report submitted by the Ministry of Defense before departure. She guessed that someone had deliberately exaggerated because he didn't want to go out on patrol. In contrast, the colonel's statement was much more true.

After watching the three Belgians leave in the first LMV light armored vehicle, Han Feng was about to go out and drive the truck to his backyard. Although the law and order in Boda is good, there is no guarantee that the cars parked on the side of the road will not be safe. Someone had a tire removed or had diesel stolen or whatever.

Then it took him less than 10 minutes to restore the truck to a usable state, sat in the driver's seat and turned the key, and the ignition was successful once.

"What an arrogant fool..." Han Feng shook his head. If all European politicians were like Derivo, it would not take long for their ancestors' foundations to be wiped out.

Han Feng's driver's license in China is C1, and of course no one cares about him in CAF. Although this light truck is too draggy, the Dutch have worked hard on the cockpit, making it very easy and comfortable to drive.

On the other side, Duart was sitting in the back seat of the LMV, thinking about the opinion made by the Chinese man just now.

Of course it refers to the second.

The colonel himself has no idea of ​​being in the limelight, but Derivo is obviously very interested in it, and the latter will also have some friends in the media. Even if he is sitting in his office in Brussels, he can still write about CAF thousands of kilometers away. For news, there is no need to go through any French reporters.

Of course, Duart wanted to give this opportunity to Derivo not because he was kind-hearted, but because it could greatly reduce the risk in the process of making money.

If the Counselor relies on the cooperation with CAF to make a big splash in the media, then it is equivalent to binding her own interests, and if she wins and loses, even if she finds out something in the future, she will not dare to make a big deal out of it.

Equivalent to a double insurance.

Thinking of this, Duart looked at the woman sitting next to him: "Ma'am, I think this matter can be publicized through the media."

Derivo closed his eyes and opened his eyes immediately: "Tell me what you think."

"You know, the French have not done well in CAF these years, but we have only been here for a month, and we have established a cooperative relationship with local companies in Afrikaans, and this is also a way to gain a firm foothold in the local area. A symbol," Duart explained patiently.

Derivo's eyes lit up when she heard this, of course she understood what the colonel meant, this was a good opportunity for her to get rid of the image of relying on her father in the past to a large extent.

As for Han Feng being a Chinese...it doesn't matter at all. Anyway, the company is registered in CAF territory, so all you need to do is find a local to take a photo.

She knew quite a few newspaper editors, and she could have enlisted their help in omitting such unimportant details from the report.

"That's a good idea. You can contact that Han...Han Feng, and ask him to bring a local nigger there when he signs the contract in a few days." Derivo reached out and brushed the hair on his forehead lightly, and said to his side said the Colonel.

In the absence of outsiders, she has never concealed her dislike of people of color.

(End of this chapter)