1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 177 National License

"is acceptable."

"I'm a little interested." Zhang Ziwen took a sip of tea and looked like he didn't take it seriously.

Although, in the future, China will focus on developing overseas projects, mainly investing in third world countries, mainly in the form of infrastructure, mining, and small industries, including some oil and water in the security industry.

Some large state-owned enterprise groups are real estate companies in the mainland and violent armed forces outside.

The harvest is full.

While other real estate properties are about to explode, its cash flow is still strong.

But in terms of the current domestic direction, overseas projects are fly meat, and the focus is still domestic.
The domestic security market is not large.

There is regional protection, the locals hire their own people, and the rich have few security services.

Unless you work as property security guard.

Shipments and transportation must be handled by dedicated personnel from the mainland, and a large portion of the profits must be handed over. Riot Company signs the contract, pays handling fees, and drinks soup.

A Chinese who has already done business abroad is undoubtedly a suitable middleman.

Does this mean it can be sold?
Right.

"Please be careful, Zhang Sheng. Domestic licenses will never be issued indiscriminately. The current industry planning terms are relatively extensive, but the political review requirements are strict. Zhang Sheng is not only the first person in Hong Kong Island to hold a domestic license."

Zhang Ziwen raised his eyebrows and asked meaningfully: "Zhu Sheng, I am not short of weapons."

These are the gold content.

Zhu Xinmin thought about it and promised: "Before the millennium, the total number of licenses will not exceed five, and in the future there will be no more than ten."

The country has long been covetous of the arms interests of the United States, Britain and France, especially after doing business with the white turbans, and was frightened by their enticement.

"None of these things matter."

"They are also among the top three in the country. The other two are state-owned enterprises and will not happen more in recent years."

Luo Dabao said: "Of course I know that Zhang Sheng is not short of weapons, but using domestically produced products overseas can be regarded as advertising for us."

"And license plates are different." Seeing that Zhang Ziwen was wavering, Zhu Xinmin decisively added: "Zhang Sheng's domestic gun licenses are licensed based on business. The general direction of the country is to tighten gun control."

"The factory told me that there are customers who can introduce me."

Zhang Ziwen slapped his thigh with his right hand and said hesitantly: "The key is to get the license and how many weapons and guns can be approved."

Zhang Ziwen nodded, feeling hesitant. In recent years, it was possible that no more than five tickets would be issued, but in the future, no more than ten tickets would be a lie. However, when negotiating business with the government, one must allow others to deceive him.
Just make your own judgment.

"How many license plates does the country plan to issue?"

Compared with Riot Games' strategy of using Hong Kong Island as its base and opening up arms routes, profits are too little.

This is not contrary to common sense. The country is poor and there are ways to make money. Who cares whether it is wild or not.

If you value the future too much, you will suffer immediate losses.

"Everyone is treated equally in this regard, but not only are there no restrictions on gun licenses abroad, they can also use military supplies to purchase equipment to provide licensed companies with equipment."

Zhu Xinmin smiled and said: "Zhang Sheng can consider holding a domestic license and doing business in the two places together. In the future, the banking business in Guangdong Province can be packaged for Zhang Sheng."

But now that domestic products have no market outside, it doesn’t mean that they won’t get a license in the future. They can sell weapons, and they will get more and more inside. It will help the development of foreign companies a lot, which is a bit cool!

"Okay, Amin, take out two million Hong Kong dollars and officially register a branch in China." Zhang Ziwen was also very happy.

Liang Minye was sitting aside with his legs crossed. He immediately wrote down what he said.

"Understood, big boss."

Zhang Ziwen raised his tea cup: "Thank you Zhu Sheng for the license plate." Everyone present showed joy on their faces, and Zhu Xinmin returned the cup and said, "Congratulations Zhang Sheng."

"I would also like to thank Mr. Zhang for coming to invest in the mainland." Luo Dabao quickly commented.

After the few people agreed on the next step of cooperation, they dispersed one after another. In the next two days, Zhu Xinmin accompanied him throughout the whole process and went to several factories to try to sell some electrical appliances. However, they finally understood that Zhang Sheng only wanted people who were "converted from the military to civilians". The factory has a soft spot.

And after two phone calls with Sir Xu.

"Jianjun, you come back to Hong Kong one day early and cooperate with Sir Xu." Zhang Ziwen turned around and said to Zhao Jianjun who was standing in the living room.

Zhao Jianjun nodded: "Boss, how many people do you need?"

"A dozen people, just lead the team."

Zhang Ziwen did not do it all by himself with much fanfare, because Sir Xu wanted to perform politically, and his desire was stronger than his desire to make money. The thirty elite police officers who had not been used before could now be put to use.

Those people have black identities, and using them can also reduce Riot's costs and expenses. Riot's biggest responsibility is not to send people, but to cover Sir Xu's actions and supervise each other.

"clear."

Zhao Jianjun did not hesitate, simply obeyed the order, turned around and left.

MI6 is very active on Hong Kong Island. As an intelligence agency of the ruling authorities, it exists openly and operates legally.

That night, Zhao Jianjun passed the customs overnight and returned to his station in Chungking Mansions.

After the recent conflict, this building was blocked by the police for three days, and an architect was asked to conduct a structural safety assessment. However, the building has long been split up and sold, with more than 100 individual owners.

A one-day lockdown will result in a loss of rent. The owners do not agree to a long-term lockdown and have resumed normal occupancy.

However, there are still bullet holes in many places, the explosion site is still scorched, and many residences can no longer be rented. Now the rent has plummeted, and there are many construction teams coming and going.

The owners began to transform the rooms into coffin rooms and increase rental income by dividing them. It can be seen with the naked eye that there will be more and more residents in the building, and it will become more and more smoky. The Hong Kong government has a feeling that if it is rotten, let it rot to the end. Attitude.

However, compared with the past when there were many Southeast Asians, more Chinese faces began to appear in the building. Many members of the Big Circle Gang moved to live in the building and began to sell mainland products, slowly transforming into a hometown for mainlanders.

Whoever is in charge of this building will be served by the merchants.

"Brother Jun, the police are here."

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing a brown jacket and holding a cigarette walked into the room, stepped forward to shake hands with Zhao Jianjun and said, "Hello."

"You're welcome, sit down."

Zhao Jianjun asked his men to pour a cup of tea for the young man.

This person was one of the five people Zhang Ziwen met in Sir Xu's villa, the former senior inspector of the Mobile Force "Ren Yuanhai". I saw him opening his handbag, taking out a stack of photos and putting them on the table: "Tomorrow morning, MI6 Asia Director Hardy will go hiking on the hiking trail of Longhu Mountain with the chairman of the Western Medical Union. The bodyguards around him at that time should not be too... many."

"At that time, just tie the person up and ask for the necessary information."

Zhao Jianjun picked up the photo. It showed a ghost man in his fifties with a mustache and facial lines like ravines.

"Decapitation operation?"

Ren Yuanhai nodded: "On the surface, it can be claimed that the kidnappers kidnapped the wrong person, and the police can easily communicate with each other and strive to minimize the influence."

Zhao Jianjun frowned: "It is said that there are many people on the list. Does he, an old man, remember them?"

"You can ask him to call." Ren Yuanhai smiled.

"Or it can be used to exchange lists. In short, everything is easy to negotiate with the people in hand."

Zhao Jianjun shook his head and said: "No, what if the ghost tells lies? Once the suddenness is lost, the information may be distorted, and the original must be obtained!"

"Your plan is too forward-thinking and looks a lot like the police force's style, but it's not my style. I suggest you use my plan."

(End of this chapter)