Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

These are long-term investments, and the payback and profit cycles are relatively long, so they require multiple evaluations.

Ten minutes later, Engelbakoto finished his report, and Peterson sent him away.

After the two left, Zhang Ga picked up the briefcase, took out a thick stack of documents, and looked at it.

After watching for a while, Zhang Ga suddenly frowned.

On the same day Bugacha Thorpe launched a coup, Zhang Ga provided him with tanks and mercenaries to help him defeat Bakambu and win Modishu.

Zhang Ga did not charge Bugacha Thorpe for tanks and mercenaries, all of which were converted into the airport project funds.

However, in this report now, there is a preliminary intention for the allocation of equity in the airport.

It shows that the newly built airport will be mainly funded by Sossili finance, accounting for 15% of the shares.

A little-known local construction company is responsible for the design and construction, and technology holds 10% of the shares.

The other is an airline, which participates in the operation and holds 35% of the shares.

There is also a management company, accounting for 20%.

It's all full numbers, and I don't even pretend to pretend!

The remaining 20% ​​are marked as "investment-attracting stocks", which are used to solve the follow-up funding gap.

And it was noted that the total transfer price of these foreign investment stocks should not be less than US$25 billion!

Look at the names of those three companies again.

Zhang Ga suddenly discovered that these three companies were all mentioned emphatically when Engelbakoto made a "work report" just now.

The construction company that accounts for ten points belongs to the former general manager T Jerome's family.

The airline with 35 points is owned by the Bugacha family.

The management company that accounts for [-] points belongs to the McKenney family.

These three companies do not pay a dime, and together account for 65% of the shares.

Even construction companies make money from it!

Although the main funder is the Sossilian State Finance, everyone knows that this little money from the Sossiliyan Finance is enough to repair a helipad.

Building an international airport is nonsense.

So the actual main investor is the owner of the last 20% of the shares, who will pay $25 billion.

So who is the 20% reserved for?

Zhang Ga couldn't help but took out his mobile phone, took a photo of himself through the black screen, and then asked himself: Am I so fucking like a big grudge?

Not long ago, Zhang Ga had just supplemented his knowledge of airports.

Judging from this plan, this airport is at most a 4F class, with a low cost of 50 billion yuan, and a high-end configuration will not cost more than [-] billion yuan.

Garland City Airport, because it is not completely new, has a cheaper budget and only needs 35 billion.

This is Huaxia currency.

Converted into US dollars, it is hundreds of millions.

In other words, if I want to take the 20% of the shares, I have to spend no less than 25 billion US dollars.

And the 25 billion US dollars is simply too much to spend on building an airport!

What to do with unspent funds?

Shareholders share...

"Fuck you uncle!"

A surge of anger surged up in an instant, Zhang Ga's face darkened, and he slapped the table heavily.

Chapter 267

Zhang Ga held the plan book in his hand, his chest heaved violently.

Sure enough, it is the true color of Socily!

He pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then called Bugacha Thorpe directly.

However, the bell rang for more than ten seconds, but no one answered.

Finally, it was connected, but it was a very young female voice.

"Hello, Mr. President T is inconvenient to answer the phone right now. If you need anything, please make an appointment with the Secretariat of the General Palace two working days in advance. I'm sorry."

After finishing speaking, the girl hung up the phone with a "snap".

Zhang Ga was stunned.

Oh shit?

On that day, Zhang Ga supported Bugacha Thorpe with fifty tanks!

It doesn't look like much now, Zhang Ga is still exploring oil fields across the country, and the number of technologically drilled oil wells has increased to 24, making a net profit of 13 billion a day, and he can take out one or two hundred tanks at will.

But the 50 tanks at that time, with a cost of 4 million yuan, almost emptied Zhang Ga's old bottom.

Now in exchange for this result...

And now that I call Thorp, the old Bidden, what kind of secretariat appointment do I get?

You are wearing a dragon robe now, I am no small character!

What are you going to do with me?

Zhang Ga shook his head and called Sangbiao.

……

The capital of Alba, Thalia.

Soteran Street, which is directly opposite the gate of Alba Bank's headquarters, is already in a mess.

"boom!"

A clear sniper shot rang out, and a priest who raised a gun shot his head on the spot.

Relying on five Haval H9s, the rest of them frantically counterattacked the gunman at the end of the street.

There were sixteen pastors when we came, but now there are only eleven left.

Three of them, along with a Haval H9, were directly blown up by rockets.

The other two were killed one after another in the street fighting conflict just now.

Suddenly, a pastor picked up a grenade gun from the car, and pulled the trigger indiscriminately in the direction where the pistol sounded.

Four grenades were fired with a bang, exploding in succession on the street.

"boom--"

"Whoa..."

A grenade fell outside a coffee shop, and the explosion directly shattered the floor-to-ceiling glass of the entire shop.

A CIB agent who was hiding not far away was hit by the glass slag that shot out on the spot, and fell to the ground screaming and rolling, his face covered in blood.

Pedestrians hiding on both sides of the street and in every corner screamed again.

Some people fled with their heads in their hands in a nervous breakdown. In a panic, they ran from the left side of the road to the right side.

"Da da da……"

The CIB agent not far away subconsciously raised his submachine gun and fired.

"Gudong!"

The running civilian screamed and fell to the ground, his body twitching and lying in the middle of the empty road.

The priests had already driven their cars onto the sidewalk, and five cars formed an "L" shape, looking for targets calmly and shooting.

The headquarters building of the Bank of Algiers is 200 meters ahead of them.

At this time, the door was closed and it was impossible to enter.

The fighting power of this group of clergy was quite fierce. Two of them in black suits had already been killed on the spot, and one of them was temporarily incapacitated by glass shards.

There are also a few people in black suits. Although they are behind the bunker, they are still suppressed by the powerful firepower of the priests.

CIB team members, the only advantage at present is that there is a sniper on the tall building at the back point, who is currently aiming and shooting under the command of the observer.

This kind of rapid shooting does not seek to kill, but to counter-suppress when one's own side is at a disadvantage.

Otherwise, the hastily organized blocking firepower of the CIB may not be able to stop this group of theological bigwigs with guns.

"When will you arrive?" The CIB team leader in charge of the interception was calling the four team members on the black Land Rover.

The team leader was already sweating profusely. In fact, they rarely participated in such direct conflicts in the European region.

Therefore, most of their weapon configurations are submachine guns and pistols.

That is the MP5A3 and Glock 23 that Lao Sen mentioned before.

On the one hand, it is concealed, and on the other hand, it is convenient to carry.

But this has to sacrifice firepower advantage.

A priest saw his opponent's predicament, and suddenly groaned twice.

The rest rushed out from the back of the car one after another. Two of them rushed to the roof 300 meters away to shoot wildly to suppress them, and the rest rushed directly to the hiding places of several CIBs.

"Fake!!"

The team leader screamed, and shouted with a pale face, "Retreat in order, cross block!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "snap", and a grenade grazed his nose and hit the building wall behind him.

Immediately, a corner of an external facing brick shattered.

However, the priests rushed extremely fast, and the distance from the blocking point was not far away. After a few seconds, they were already in the posture of riding on their faces.

A soldier who was performing a cross retreat was frantically fired by two rifles on the spot, his back was beaten into a bloody mist, and he was shot directly into a sieve.

The sniper on the roof was so overwhelmed that he couldn't lift his head.

The rest of the people below also completely lost the opportunity to retreat, and were blocked behind their respective bunkers. They could only hear gunshots and bullets whizzing by their ears.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly, the outermost building where one person was hiding protruded from the pillar, and was shot and smashed to create a gap.

The exposed right leg of the CIB agent was instantly broken by a shot.

"what--"

The CIB agent hissed and screamed, and was rushed up by two priests, who shot him to death in the corner.

At this time, the leading pastor suddenly shouted loudly in English: "Shit CIB! This is Algiers! Go back to your mother's arms and suckle! Hahahaha!"

"Buzz-"

Suddenly, a black Land Rover covered in bullet holes, its motor roaring, rushed out from the corner of the street.

Because the vehicle turned too fast, the shock absorption on the outward side had been squeezed to the extreme, and the whole vehicle was in a half-roll state!

Two agents leaned out of the window, one with a submachine gun in both hands, and fired wildly at the priests.

The other person carried a bazooka and fired directly at the five Haval H9s.

Rockets shot out.

"boom!"

A Haval H9 exploded in the street, and a figure escaped from between the vehicles in embarrassment.

The black Land Rover turned its direction again, and rushed directly towards the figure.

The priests turned pale with fright, and more than half of them immediately turned their guns and fired wildly at the Land Rover!

The sniper on the roof lost his suppression, and returned to the shooting position in a short time, aimed at a priest, and pulled the trigger.

At this time, these pastors did not have any cover, and they all stood on the street majestically and shot.

"boom!!!"