Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 24 The Divorced Man
It's a pity that it just came back to the furnace.

"This is our manager, Mr. Schmidt, let him speak for us."

The intern who was explaining gave up his seat, revealing Xia Yu's target this time, a typical middle-aged middle-aged man who was already bald.

You think San Dezi's military uniforms are handsome. Most likely, they wear military caps and steel helmets when they take pictures. Their baldness rate is higher than that of the Ying Guo guys next door. I don't know if it is a genetic or water quality problem.

Xia Yu patiently listened to Manager Schmidt's explanation of love and peace, his longing for weapons to be far away from people's lives, and his expectation that China's industry will no longer be famous for weapons in the future.

How should I put it, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Since the day of human birth, war and violence have never been far away. Unless there is an alien as an imaginary enemy, it is impossible for human beings to unite.

Weapons will only become more and more advanced, killing will only become more and more efficient, and it is true to give up illusions.

Leaving Koch Company, Xia Yu is going to act tonight, hoping that Mr. Schmidt will not sleep too much.

"Schmidt, have a drink after get off work?"

It was almost five o'clock, and the workshop supervisor, who took off his overalls, extended an invitation to Schmidt.

"No, my son comes back tomorrow, I have to go back and clean up his room."

Schmidt smiled and waved his hands, took the keys and walked to the parking lot.

He drives an old Mercedes-Benz E-Class, which hasn't been replaced in a few years and doesn't quite meet his income criteria.

After driving for 15 minutes, he came to an apartment downstairs, and his house was on the third floor.

It is not very suitable for the life of a middle-class family, and this is not Bolin, he should be able to afford a detached house.

Xia Yu, who watched him go upstairs, had some guesses, and would be able to verify if it was true when it got dark.

I drove away, because I checked on my mobile phone, and the nearest Chinese restaurant was in the city.

In this way, Xia Yu can only find a local restaurant for dinner.

The signature dish is stewed pork with sauerkraut, which kind of reminds Xia Yu of the northeast restaurant where he had a freshman dinner, but there is still a difference after tasting it.

Sauerkraut is made with cabbage, he still prefers cabbage, with a bit too much spice and some cream, it can only be said to be very exotic.

Xia Yu eats and drinks here, and Schmidt's dinner is much simpler, reheating the cold sausage, and then spreading butter on hard slices of bread.

There is no hot soup, so if you find it difficult to swallow, you can use beer to smooth it out.

Tomorrow he has to go to the restaurant with his son for dinner, and he can only eat simpler these days.

After eating and washing the dishes, he sat on the sofa and watched TV boringly, and Schmidt fell asleep at some point.

Half asleep, half awake, he felt uncomfortable sleeping, and there seemed to be a draft. Did he forget to close the balcony window?
Schmidt took off his glasses, rubbed the corners of his eyes and wanted to close the window, but he vaguely saw a person sitting on the chair next to the sofa.

"who are you?"

Schmidt perked up. Although he hadn't put on his glasses yet, the stranger was wearing a hood.

"After divorce, you have to pay alimony to your ex-wife and children. Mr. Schmidt, you have worked hard!"

Looking at the group photo of Schmidt and his son on the coffee table, Xia Yu spoke in English.

The Chinese speak English better than French, and his English is also more confusing.

"This is my family business. If you tell me your purpose, I will help if I can. If you can't help, it's useless to kill me."

Schmidt calmed down and tried to take control of the conversation.

Size is a management team, and has seen more storms than ordinary people.

"A little favor, I need ten Weasel A3s."

"Impossible, there are satellites watching in the sky, and the smelting workshop also has real-time monitoring. Do you think they can't think of this?"

Hearing this person's request, Schmidt directly refused.

"In addition to these, I, a foreigner, also know how difficult it is for Chinese men to live in divorce. Obviously, you haven't found a new partner for your ex-wife yet."

While talking, Xia Yu opened a suitcase at her feet, and there were stacks of Franklins inside.

"Ten cars, $100 million."

Schmidt couldn't help swallowing, the money was almost 100 million in euros, and he admitted that he was a little tempted.

Before the divorce, he would absolutely refuse.

Because the legal income of more than [-] euros after tax gave him confidence, but now, in addition to paying rent and living expenses, more than half of the income has to be handed over to his ex-wife and son.

He was like an old dog with a broken waist, he couldn't even afford to go to a beer hall, so he could only buy miscellaneous beer that was discounted when it was due.

However, the risk was still too great, and he was afraid that even if he took the money, he would not be able to spend it.

"I just want the car body, and you can keep the turret. 20mm guns are really useless these days."

Xia Yu added like a devil.

"Okay, but you have to cooperate with me."

Schmidt no longer hesitated, and immediately agreed.

There is no need for a turret, it is a civilian tracked vehicle, a very common civilian vehicle for polar expeditions and snow rescue.

Although I don't know why the other party only wants the car body, the risk of this matter has indeed been reduced several times.

Not allowing Party B to take too high risks because of the contract, which reflects Party A's excessive demands on self-morality.

He really, I cried to death, Xia Yu is sometimes moved by himself.

If he has a chance, he must talk to Party A who caused him to go bankrupt. Was your conscience eaten by a dog back then?
Coming out of the apartment, Xia Yu took the stairs this time.

Going up to the third floor with bare hands is a bit of a test of guts, and he hasn't lost his physical fitness, right?

Many people have greatly reduced their exercise volume after leaving the army, but their appetite does not decrease at all, and they can swell a few laps when they are less than [-] years old.

Like a swimming ring, it is not competitive to be a security guard, let alone go abroad as a PMC.

Xia Yu is always prepared, and she can maintain this physical condition for more than ten years.

Not talking about driving skills, just relying on his physical fitness, he can also bully those bad old men who bully foreign special forces.

Due to the strict secrecy of the domestic special warfare, and Xia Yu was not selected, he did not know how old the average age was, but the Sixth SEAL Team of Magnesia had a high degree of exposure on the Internet.

Their average age is more than 30 years old, and it is not uncommon for old men in their 40s to be 50 years old. Xia Yu hopes that he will still be as energetic as he is now.

I drove around a few more times to get rid of possible hidden dangers, and it was almost early morning when I returned to the apartment.

With the help of Schmidt, half of the purpose of the country trip has been achieved, and his next stop is Xing Ke.

Before World War II, Rick's military industry was quite developed. During the Chinese Anti-Japanese War, the famous Rick-style light machine gun came from this country, which also made most Chinese people have a better impression of Rick than Big Bobo.

According to the information collected by Xia Yu, after the Cold War, a large number of Soviet-style weapons flowed into Rick.

Among them, some of them are sold to third world countries after refurbishment, but most of them are stored in situ or returned to the furnace for steelmaking.

There are several batches of BTR-80s that have been sealed up. At that time, Xiayu can also disarm the vehicles and transport them out by civilian routes.

Although Xiayu's main business is contracting projects and selling arms part-time, I have to say that the movie "Lord of War" is a real classic.

He also intends to build a Mi-24 helicopter for humanitarian relief this time.

No matter what you look at, there is no rocket pod, and there is no cannon attached to it. Even if it is reported to the United Nations, it is a civilian helicopter.

It's just that the machine age and design style are a little bit old, but fortunately, it is more suitable for Afika.

Xia Yu had learned before that the Tiger helicopters used by China seemed to be full of technology, but in fact they were in a mess, and not even half of them were ready to take off at any time. They were purely bad.

(End of this chapter)