Rebirth of the Military Industrial Overlord

The old chief clapped his hands.

Following his movement, a waiter wearing a traditional Arab robe hurried in, and after approaching the old chief, he humbled his waist and bowed after hearing his whispered instructions. He walked backwards out of the door of the restaurant.

His actions reminded Tan Zhenhua of the images of eunuchs he had seen in various TV dramas in which the pigtails washed the floor in his previous life, and he could not help but sigh slightly.

After all, Dubai is still an emirate with a hereditary monarchy. Here, the king has the supreme power and the barriers between classes are strong, which cannot be concealed by its developed economy.

However, Tan Zhenhua is only thinking about these things in his heart. He is not interested in being an international fighter, because he is thinking about something that is not suitable for the moment but is more important-the Middle East, the Arab world, that is the global arms trade. The big buyers of, these magnates who use a lot of banknotes every year to pay protection fees in the form of arms procurement to several countries that can really talk about this blue star, so as to maintain their own decadent and degraded rule, but they are all Some real big fat sheep.

Since it is a fat sheep, why the monk can touch it, I can't touch it?

With this thought, Xiao Tan Tan couldn't help but immediately began to dig through his pockets to see what could be exchanged for a small amount of money-a mini fan? Forget it, this thing is sold to the poor, and the tyrants will definitely look down on it. Besides, that thing can't be exchanged for a lot of money; coffee machine? Well, this is possible. Arab countries have always had a coffee drinking tradition. Although the coffee they brew is sweet enough to kill you, it’s not our business. We just need to modify the program slightly according to their needs and habits. Just add a recipe that people in the Middle East like; write this down, tell Xiang Qing when you come back, and let him proceed immediately; plan and purposefully take the initiative to open up the market, it can be compared to just staying at the Canton Fair and thinking about new ways to shout It's much stronger. I heard that in the recent Canton Fair, various publicity methods for bloggers have emerged one after another. In order to maintain the excellent tradition that has always been blockbuster, Zheng Xiangqing and others have opened their brains out of the solar system...

However, these civilian goods are small and not suitable for discussion on this occasion. This is a rare opportunity to directly discuss business with the chief. How can it be too small? Besides, what can really make money and can quickly bring the two parties closer together must be a big deal. It's a pity that Chen Yijian's "Flying Leopard" hasn't even made a full-scale prototype that can't fly. It's too anxious to sell it now. Although the "Red Arrow 73B" missile has been tested in actual combat, It’s a pity. It’s a little bit mixed up by itself. If you want to sell goods, you’ll definitely be out of your turn. I guess, Huaxia’s military sales staff might have been on the road long ago, and maybe they’re fighting in Liangyi. I passed the target, but I don’t know which tank became the hapless one first...

The drone is a suitable good thing, but when Xiao Tan Tan thinks about this, his heart cramps uncomfortably, and he can't wait to give himself two mouths-who told his mouth to be too fast? Without thinking about it, he agreed to Mahmoud's transfer of the agency rights in the Middle East to Pakistan Railways, and now I can only watch the old horse make a lot of money.

Alas, I blame myself for a late start, and there are too few real guys in my hands. Such a good opportunity, I don’t even have a hard thing that I can really get...Huh? Wait a minute, it seems, it's really the same!

When he rolled his eyes, he just wanted to open his mouth to lead the topic in that direction, and saw that the waiter who had just withdrew was bent over and walked in again, and two people followed behind him, and the two of them were carrying a silk cloth. It was covered tightly and carefully placed on a table that was obviously prepared in advance.

The thing didn't look large, but it looked very heavy, and both of them showed laborious expressions when they were lifting it.

this is?

Xiao Tan Tan suddenly felt that his heart was beating wildly, and an assumption broke into his mind uncontrollably.

Could it be that thing?

If it is really that thing, why did the old chief take it out at this time?

Want to give it to yourself? Or is there something else?

Between these electric flints, a picture suddenly flashed in his mind: He was temporarily stopped by the waiter and learned of an auction; he was reminded to visit the preview of the lot; he was deliberately placed in a prominent position. "Dragon Head"; the final rival, the three prince Sheikh...

The corners of his mouth twitched. It turned out that all of this is an arranged script!

It’s just that his performance at the auction site was a bit beyond their expectations. What happened in the end made Prince Sheikh have to temporarily change his plan of action-no matter what his original plan was, in short, it was finally passed on. The note in the hands of the auctioneer really looked like a temporary measure, and the long-awaited Dubai police and Sotheby’s negotiators were obviously stopped by Prince Sheikh and knocked on their behalf. Became the prince's attendant.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the old chief was already blinking mischievously at him: "Eric, you just gave me a precious gift, and I don’t seem to have returned it yet-this is not in line with us. Arabs treat guests traditionally, so just now I asked someone to prepare a gift for you. Why don't you guess what is under this piece of brocade?"

Sheikh also smiled and interjected: "Or, do you need me to give you some hints?"

"No, no need." Tan Zhenhua said with a smile: "This is really a precious gift, Your Chief Chief, the third prince Sheikh, I guess, the following should be the "dragon head" I almost got and missed. How about it? Am I right?"

Sheikh said frustrated: "It's boring, Eric, you already knew it."

"Actually, I just guessed it just now" Tan Zhenhua explained with a smile: "Just when it was carried into this room."

"Then have you guessed anything else?"

Tan Zhenhua narrowly squeezed her eyes at Sheikh and said: "Well, I guess, this "dragon head" should have been photographed by you after fierce competition at the auction, and then you have to find an excuse to transfer it. Give it to me, and use this as the beginning of our friendship. Unfortunately, I didn't fully follow the planned script to cooperate with the performance."

"Yeah, you guy, you actually made a naked threat to everyone at the auction site completely regardless of the rules. If it weren't for me to let it pass, the scene would not go on." Xie He is half true. Falsely complained: "And you actually called the police, I almost vomited blood..."

"The tortuous process allows the human body to experience the beauty of the result, doesn't it? My Highness the Third Prince." Tan Zhenhua said with a smile: "The result is that we still had a wonderful noon, right, Chief Chief."

The old chief laughed loudly. In his opinion, the innocuous jokes between these younger generations can enhance the friendship between each other, and Tan Zhenhua has also grown up, carefully wiped his hands clean, and walked. When he got to the table, he took a deep breath and gently lifted the piece of brocade.