1990Rage Flag Soldier

Chapter 95 Selling War (monthly tickets will add more updates)
Haojiang.

An Kee Tea Restaurant.

"Sister An."

Zhang Ziwen opened the plastic curtain, lowered his head and stepped into the restaurant.

Sister An, wearing red floral sleeves on both hands, was leaning against the counter to write accounts. She looked up and saw a young man in a suit and leather shoes.

"Mr. Zhang, it's been a long time since I've been here."

She put down her account and walked out of the counter with an enthusiastic expression: "Want to eat?"

"Yes."

Zhang Ziwen raised his head and glanced at the menu on the wall, sat at the dining table, and tapped the table with his fingers: "There is a big list."

"Ten thousand portions of egg tarts, paired with a complete meal, you can eat as many meals as you want."

After returning to Hong Kong Island, he handed over the diamond transaction to Zhou Minghua and went out to look for ways to purchase arms.

Going north to buy things requires connections.

Zhang Ziwen didn't plan to go it alone, he definitely wanted to find a few partners, and naturally he chose the largest arms dealer in Haojiang.

If Haojiang's goods can be sold at a discount and shipped to the Western Cape Province of Congo, it will be easy for Sister An to make a fortune.

If you can win the diamond mine, you will make a lot of money.

If we can have access to channels in the north, everyone will be happy.

Pay an agency fee every day.

When An Suwen heard what he said, his eyes were surprised and he exclaimed: "Zhang Sheng's business is really getting bigger and bigger. It seems that Riot Games doesn't need tens of thousands of products, right?"

"Which big customer did you hook up with?"

She crossed her arms and stood like a neighbor's sister-in-law.

Zhang Ziwen didn't hide it: "I have an old friend in Africa who is living a hard life and wants to bring some local products home."

"How about some samples? Do you have enough goods?"

An Suwen sat down at the dining table, lit a cigarette, and turned to stare at Zhang Ziwen: "You are not young. Let's call you Awen. The arms business is not that easy."

"You remember Sister An, Sister An is very happy, but if she wants to steal Sister An's business, Sister An will not agree. One million Hong Kong dollars, the customer introduced me."

She picked up the cigarette and blew out white mist from her red lips.

Zhang Ziwen shrugged his shoulders: "No problem, we have business to do together, but Sister An can handle 10,000 egg tarts."

"Fried eggs, roasted wings, braised pigeon, can you afford it?"

"Do you have enough money to play in the water house?"

He made a gesture of rubbing money with his hands.

Haojiang is the largest arms transfer station in Asia, but it is not enough from a global perspective, because the Asian Monster House has no big customers. At most, it supplies goods to the Golden Triangle and distributes some scattered goods to Japanese and Korean gangs.

All countries have certain industrial capabilities.

There is a huge gap in shipments compared with Africa and the Middle East.

As the clerk of the water house, Sister An was in charge of the arms business. She could produce 10,000 guns, but not tens of thousands. The cost of the advance goods alone was too much to bear.

Occasionally take out some body armor, RPG, and TNT.

It claims to have everything, but how many light machine guns and tanks it has actually sold is a question mark.

The confidence on Sister An's face faded, and she looked at Zhang Ziwen suspiciously: "Is it really that big of a deal?"

"You don't want to pick up trouble when you're young. You just have to go north to pick up rags alone. You should bring enough money and ten thousand dollars for a gun." Zhang Ziwen looked relaxed and said leisurely: "How about a cup of mandarin duck?"

"Ghost, make a cup of mandarin duck for Zhang Sheng!"

Sister An yelled towards the kitchen, with a serious look on her face, she sat across from the dining table and said, "Zhang Sheng is really young and promising. When I was your age, I was still in the club accompanying my elder brother."

"Zhang Sheng."

"mandarin duck."

The chef came out and put the milk tea on the table.

Sister An said: "In this case, you take the money and go to the north with me."

"It's not too much to take 50% as commission, right?" Zhang Ziwen sipped milk tea and looked at Sister An: "Sister, treat me like a fool!"

"The client is mine, and I will pay you. If you just talk, you will get 50% of the commission. You won't make any money from robbing a bank. Is it like marrying you? I have to give you 50% of everything?"

"One million commissions."

Sister An sneered: "You want to throw me off the bus for just one million. In the future, you will also do business in Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan. Are all my brothers waiting to drink from the northwest wind?"

"You'd better go to the north to pick up rags. It's easy to pick up rags, but you can't get good things if you don't care. If you want to spend your life picking up rags, it's up to you."

Zhang Ziwen has customers in Africa and is not thinking about bulk goods in East Asia, but if there is an opportunity, he will definitely sell some to the Golden Triangle. If one more arms dealer comes out, the market will definitely be affected.

European and American underground arms dealers generally sell to the Middle East.

Although some are sold to Africa, the prices of European and American goods are high. People in the Middle East can sign contracts with oil, but Africans can sign contracts with diamonds, but diamond shipments are unstable and they are reluctant to buy high-priced goods.

My favorite is the Soviet-style weapons that are durable and durable.

European and American arms dealers wanted to occupy the African market only after the old Soviet Union collapsed and went north to find bargains.
Zhang Ziwen was able to seize the opportunity and came to see Sister An just to facilitate business. When he saw this, he smiled and said, "If you don't want to earn agency fees, it's easy to just play together."

"If I can handle the transportation, I'll give you 30% of the carriage fare. If you do this, you'll have long-term success."

Sister An narrowed her eyes and puffed on the cigarette: "Where in Africa?"

"Congo."

Zhang Ziwen said.

"Fuck, think of me as a god," Sister An cursed, but her face revealed her thoughts.

Buying goods from Ukraine, taking the Mediterranean, shipping them to South Sudan, and then transporting them to Congo is actually not that far, and the country is in chaos along the way.

It's not inoperable.

But in this way, profits will be divided thinly, and there is also the risk of being robbed by pirates and detained by government forces. The best way is to buy an airplane.

The second-hand ones cost tens of millions of Hong Kong dollars.

According to the shipment volume, it would take at least ten orders to make back the profit, and it would take more than twenty trips back and forth.

"The order is big or small, but there is only one thing that can't be paid off." Sister An said.

Zhang Ziwen looked at him like a fool: "Let them use up all the bullets, and they will naturally place another order. Are the arms dealers selling weapons?"

"No, it's selling war."

Sister An felt frightened when she saw his calm expression: "Aren't you afraid?"

Zhang Ziwen sighed: "They want to fight on their own. It's none of my business. They can negotiate for peace. But they themselves don't want to, so they expect outsiders to be kind."

"The morality of the world is for your own people. If you don't make money, others will make it."

"After making money, I will throw money at you and call you a little jerk. Anyway, I don't want to be a little jerk."

Sister An already understood why his business was so big because he had a wild and daring nature. She turned around and said, "Get ready to call me and let's go north together to take a look at the goods."

“There are a lot of goods sold over there in Ermao, and it’s closer to Congo.”

"I have an acquaintance."

She emphasized.

Zhang Ziwen stood up and said with a smile: "Thank you, Sister An."

A week later.

Zhou Minghua returned to Hong Kong Island with his troops and escorted three boxes of diamonds into the Empire Center.

Director Zheng had already received the news and was waiting at Riot Games with twenty masters.

"Inspection."

The three iron boxes were opened, revealing piles of rough diamonds that looked like piles of broken glass without polishing.

The master craftsmen immediately stepped forward, grabbed a handful, placed them on the table in front of them, wore plastic gloves, and examined each piece with a magnifying glass.
Zhang Ziwen stepped forward and patted Zhou Minghua on the shoulder: "Uncle Zhou, thank you for your hard work."

"fine."

Zhou Minghua is tired of life, but his face is filled with a smile. He seems to be very happy in his life in Africa.

(End of this chapter)