arms tycoon

It was still daylight, and the hands of the alarm clock on the desk jumped up and down. The time was 25:[-] in the morning.

What happened last night didn't bring much emotion to Fu Ming, he had experienced many such things.Before Fu Ming woke up, the cell phone that had been placed beside his pillow buzzed, and the loud music woke Fu Ming from his dream.Fu Ming stared at the large string of unknown numbers on the screen, froze for two seconds, and then picked up.The long area code indicates that this is an international call.

After thinking about it, Fu Ming knew who made the call, knew the number, and he was the only one who could call from abroad.

"You old man, why are you bothering me to sleep again?" Fu Ming picked it up impatiently.

"Um, I forgot about the time difference in China. You bastard, how did you talk to your father?" On the other end of the phone was Fu Ming's father, Fu Zhongtian, who was in country r.

Fu Ming still remembers that six years ago, his father was diagnosed with malignant brain cancer. He was only 14 years old and was in junior high school when he heard the news like a bolt from the blue.Fu Zhongtian immediately went to Russia for surgery, and recuperated here. Six years passed in a flash, and nothing happened.At the beginning, Fu Ming was worried, not daring to make his father angry, for fear that something would happen to his father, but now, Fu Ming has lost that patience. This old man, maybe he is sick and doesn't like to take over the business, so he is in country r If you can't hide, Fu Ming often has this idea.

That is to say, from then on, 14-year-old Fu Ming began to receive special education from various "teachers". At the age of 14, it is the time when other children enjoy a carefree life.But for Fu Ming, the first few years were indeed not the life of a human being.It was when Fu Ming was 14 years old that he saw for the first time how people were killed by weapons. He understood the power of weapons and the fragility of life.

Every time he heard his father's voice, various past events would always appear in Fu Ming's mind, some of which he would never want to remember.Fu Ming rubbed his eyes, sighed deeply, and wanted to put these things behind him.

"What's the matter, dad?"

"Listen carefully. Now turn on your computer and book a flight ticket to Beirut, Lebanon immediately. The earlier the departure time, the better." Fu Zhongtian's voice was urgent, as if the matter was really urgent.

"Isn't the meeting of the ee International Arms Merchants Committee (also known as the Business Committee) three days away?" Fu Ming asked in confusion. About a week ago, Fu Zhongtian had just told him that he wanted him to attend the three-year conference instead of him. Once the iadc meeting.This is the second time Fu Ming participated in such a meeting.When he attended the meeting for the first time, Fu Ming clearly remembered that when he was sitting on the chair, his two legs had just reached the ground.

Fu Zhongtian on the phone sighed and coughed dryly. "Vassily Ivanovich was killed in the exchange of fire between the Communist armed forces and the government forces. It is not yet known who did it. The iadc has canceled the original agenda and re-established the plan. The iadc meeting It will be held in Berlin, the capital of Germany, three months later, and I will send you an email."

"Father, my condolences..." Fu Ming's throat moved, and he could only squeeze out these four words.He vaguely remembered that at the iadc meeting three years ago, only Vasily, a Russian with a big beard, took good care of him, and Vasily had a good relationship with his father.

"Telephone bills are expensive. It's useless to say less. iadc has decided to hand over all his business contacts in Lebanon to us and another arms dealer. I don't know the situation on the other side. I just understand when I talk about the place. It may be a hard bone, so be careful." Fu Zhongtian's words are very correct, the current situation in Lebanon is very unstable, even the terrorist armed forces have different factions, and there may be three to four armed regimes of different factions in one day. Coming and going, very chaotic.

Of course, this is undoubtedly a good thing for an arms dealer. Controlling the source of weapons in Lebanon will not only allow him to make a fortune, but if he bets on the right faction, he will provide strong support for him. After this faction comes to power, the interests will definitely be super almost imagined.With a country as your backing, no matter it is economy or power, you will get a great improvement.

"I see. The air ticket is at [-] o'clock this morning, and it will probably arrive in Lebanon tomorrow afternoon. I will try my best to find out who I am negotiating with." Hearing the news, Fu Ming suddenly regained his energy and lost all sleepiness. He has already booked it. After getting the plane ticket, I even started looking for my passport and packing my luggage with my mobile phone between my hands.

"Also... Vasily's ashes may not return to China, and Russia will not accept it. If he is buried in Lebanon, please go and say hello for me. Be careful yourself." Fu Zhongtian thought for a while, and said said this sentence.

"I see." Fu Ming smiled slightly, but didn't laugh out loud.He knew that his father was a man of affection, and he knew it even if he refused to admit it.Fu Ming hung up the phone.

Two hours later, Fu Ming had already prepared everything.Because I often have to run outside, many things are almost put together, and I open the cabinet and throw it in the bag, which is regarded as packed.

Just as Fu Ming was about to carry his bags to the hall, he woke up everyone and told them about it, when he heard the door of his room.

"It's Forbe? Please come in."

Among the eleven people around me, only Uncle Fu got up so early, and only Uncle Fu was the most informed.

"Boss." Fu Dong is a man in his early 50s, but he doesn't look that old. His eyes are sunken and sparkling.Fu Dong is the shrewdest person in Fu Ming's team and also their military adviser.

"You already know the news." After washing his face, Fu Ming wiped off the plain glasses used to cover up, and put them on. At this moment, he looked much more refined.With a thin face and elegant glasses, it is hard for ordinary people to imagine that an arms dealer looks like this!

"Well, Vasily is a good man, it's a pity to die." Fudong said so, but there was no slightest emotion on his face. "Are you ready to go to Lebanon?"

"Time is limited, and there are not enough air tickets. I'll go by myself today. I'll leave the rest to you, Uncle Fu. Lebanon is in a war, and there are still so many people in the country vying to go. It's really incomprehensible." Fu Ming checked the package carefully to see if he had brought in any contraband. China's airport security checks are not so easy to fool. If you capsize in the gutter, you will be laughed out of your teeth.

"A country in a time of war is a good opportunity for businessmen and journalists to make a fortune. The agents will not let go of any information. Although there are many people going to their own country, there are also many people going there. " Fu Dong casually found a seat and sat down.

"I'm in charge of their air tickets and equipment, you just go there first. Be careful yourself, it's a mess." Fu Dong nodded slightly. "Do you want to take your things with you?" He pointed to the Type 92 pistol next to the pillow.

"Boss, you still don't want to carry such obvious identity with you, it's easy to reveal your nationality."

Fu Ming just smiled, "Okay, I'll listen to you this time, so I don't need to bring my things. If it's not possible, I'll stay at the embassy for the night when I get there. No matter what armed faction it is, I dare not trespass into the Chinese ambassador." Also, I need all the information about the negotiating partner, everything you think should be told to me, tell me how long it will take."

Fu Dong thought for a while, "When you get off the plane tomorrow, you will be able to receive my satellite phone."

"Very good." Fu Ming carried the luggage on his back, "Then I'll go first."

"Boss, take care." Fu Dong watched Fu Ming walk out of the room, took out his phone, and pressed it a few times. "You don't need to give me anything, I just need to know the name, $100 million."

The person on the other end of the phone didn't say anything, just hung up the phone.Fu Dong smiled faintly, closed his eyes, and was thinking about something.

Fu Ming quickly walked out of the villa. There were still two hours before the plane took off, and his location was still an hour's drive away from the airport.It was the time of traffic jam in the morning, so Fu Ming didn't want to delay the plane.This is a villa area on the outskirts of the coastal urban area. People who can afford a house here are either rich or noble. There are also many officials who take care of their mistresses here. Almost every villa in the villa area has parked cars at the gates and garages. With several luxury cars.

The villa that Fu Ming walked out of was the most inconspicuous one in the entire villa area. Some people even thought it was the residence of the administrator of the villa area. Somewhat worn out.

Fu Ming didn't think this was his home. After all, he bought this house after he was in high school. There were twelve people living in it. Except for himself and Fu Dong, the other ten people were mercenary security personnel. This is his entire squad.

Fu Ming looked back at the house, then at his watch, and walked out of the villa area without looking back.He casually got into another taxi, and just as he closed the door, he heard his cell phone ringing again.

"Forbe, is there any news? It's really getting faster and faster."

"Boss, thank you. I didn't find out the specific information of the other party, and I don't think it's necessary to do so. You will be very interested in this name, and you are very familiar with it." Fu Dong's voice was calm.

"SMS." Fu Ming looked at the taxi driver in the rear-view mirror, and hung up the phone randomly.

"Go to the airport."

The driver didn't say anything, just put in gear and hit the accelerator.

The wheels started to turn slowly, the taxi speeded up slowly, and Fu Ming's mobile phone's SMS notification sounded.

The content of the text message is very simple, just like Fu Dong said, only one name.

"Coco Heck Indias."

"Coco Heike Indias," Fu Ming said silently in his heart, "It is rumored to be a woman named White Rose of Death. But I still like to call you Little Cherry. Girls should play with dolls at home , What kind of arms are you selling!"

The image in Fu Ming's mind gradually became clearer. He remembered the little girl who had been chasing him and snatching the doll from him on the beach in Hawaii ten years ago. At that time, the girl's name was not White Rose of Death, but Little Cherry. .

"Looks like it's going to go well." As it turned out, Fu Ming's thinking was too simple.