Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Although the increase in the number of garrisons to 2 has indeed increased certain expenditures, this change in profit and loss still makes some people in the country feel very uncomfortable.

Therefore, the voice of abolishing the North African garrison gradually rose.

Until the last two years, not only did the North African Garrison not pay any more money to the country, but it also accounted for a higher and higher proportion of national defense expenditures.

Even after changing three garrison commanders in succession, the situation has not improved, but has worsened.

However, those who are interested have roughly calculated that the income of the North African Garrison Department in arms transactions, that is, the total income of the 20% intermediate fee, has been increasing year after year.

And this money should have a large surplus after paying all the payable expenses...

So where did the money go, no one dared to say, no one dared to ask.

Dempsey came to his senses, took out another cigarette from Kahn's pocket and lit it, and asked, "You mean, the higher-ups are going to get real this time?"

"It should be." Kahn himself lit one again, and said, "It is estimated that the audit will be started soon, but it may take a few years to completely abolish it."

Dempsey understood this. After all, the interests of North Africa are still quite large.

As long as this piece of cake is let out, within 24 hours, it will be swallowed up by Americans and Chinese.

"Hehe, did the people from the North African Garrison do anything to save themselves?" Dempsey said gloatingly.

"Of course there is." Kahn lowered his voice, "I heard that the senior management of the Garrison Department has proposed three methods. The first is to falsely report the loss. Of course, this can only cover up a small part. Second, hehe, they plan to make redundant Pack up your equipment and send it to the battlefield in Eastern Europe, and give it to Xiong Er..."

Dempsey was stunned when he heard this, and then cursed after a long while: "It's a shame they figured it out. The equipment is sent over, and it's not up to the people in the garrison to decide how much is sent. They said they sent [-] million equipment, who knows?" Can you find it out again?"

Kahn said with a smile: "Even if the number found is not enough, they can still be said to have been blown up by Xiong Da overnight. Didn't the group of Siberians get hundreds of suicide drones from nowhere? Great, the blow is so fucking accurate, I have a classmate from the military academy who was killed the night before..."

Dempsey shuddered when he heard that.

Fortunately, he did not choose to fight in disguise.

The experience in Garland was a bit miserable. After all, it was just stripped of clothes and an armed interview. However, the video is still hanging on the major platforms and websites in China, and it has spawned countless ghosts and other secondary creations. version only.

But it was not bombed!

"What about the third solution?" he asked.

Kahn pushed his mouth towards the headquarters not far away: "Didn't you see the group of arms middlemen in the morning? They have all come to the meeting, and they are probably giving them sales tasks. Hehe, the big money to make up the gap in the end depends on Get it here at the arms trade fair."

Dempsey suddenly realized.

Later, he also shared a piece of information with Kahn.

"Did you know?" Dempsey said with a serious expression, "The latest analysis from the Ministry of Military Intelligence shows that the one who attacked us last time should not be the Mountain Ghost Special Forces. The Mountain Ghost Special Forces have been wiped out long ago!"

Kahn held the cigarette between his fingers and was stunned on the spot.

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headquarters.

A middle-aged white man in military uniform glanced condescendingly into the meeting room, and finally landed on Mtamba on his left.

Those middlemen who came to the meeting held their breaths, waiting for the senior officer to speak.

"There is only one request..." The middle-aged white man stretched out a finger, "Do everything possible to facilitate all transactions! And this time, the intermediary fee for all transactions has risen to 30%! This is a new rule and must be implemented. Any discordant voices are not allowed! If necessary, you can apply to the Garrison Department to send troops!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at Mtamba again.

The arms oligarch nicknamed Black Mamba didn't show any expression when he heard the words, but just nodded.

After the meeting adjourned, Zakquania, who attended the meeting, left the meeting room in a hurry, found a gap, and called Kurchik.

"Dude, there is bad news. The intermediary fee has increased. I personally still keep 5% unchanged, but Mtamba...that is, the commission requested by the North African Garrison Department has increased to 30%..."

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Minsk Airport.

Yuri Kurchik, who was about to board the plane, was dazed for a while with his mobile phone in his hand.

In the end, he slammed his phone on the ground and cursed angrily, "35% of the total commission? What kind of a fart is that? Do you think I'm a fucking vengeful?"

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A manor on the outskirts of Modisha.

Mr. Thorpe had just returned from hunting, and was on horseback, with a double-barreled shotgun slung over his shoulder.

On the pickup truck following behind, pulling a shot red deer.

Zhang Ga put down his phone, and looked at the handsome middle-aged man from a distance through the window.

The text message Kurchik sent him just now did not cause him any trouble, but instead made a faint smile appear on the corner of his mouth.

Chapter 125 Overbearing President Bugacha Thorpe

"Mr. Zhang, I think you have also received the news—if your news is well-informed."

Mr. Thorpe wiped the sweat from his face and brow, and threw a new, white towel to the servant.

This brown-skinned, middle-aged man maintains a pretty good figure, with a handsome appearance and elegant temperament. At first glance, people may mistake him for an actor.

And it's the kind that specializes in acting as a superior.

Sitting down opposite Zhang Ga, he mentioned the news about the latest commission.

Zhang Ga nodded and said, "I heard that Mtamba has raised it to 30%."

Outside the manor villa, two groups of soldiers were cross patrolling and just passed by the window.

All rice equipment, at first glance, I thought it was two teams of African American soldiers.

"I am very interested in your assault vehicle." Mr. Thorpe took a cup of tea from the servant, took a sip, and continued, "I am willing to bid 15 dollars for one, and the first order is 30. I No matter how much you plan to sell, if you accept my price, then we can trade now!"

This Mr. Thorpe has shown a rather domineering style from the very beginning.

His people had already tested Zhang Ga's prototype car just now.

4 passengers + 1.6 tons of cargo, and 9 passengers fully loaded, the two modes of delivery have received impeccable praise.

But I have to say that this price really came directly to Zhang Ga's lips.

"Yes." Zhang Ga pretended to hesitate, nodded and said, "I accept the price."

Mr. Thorpe said: "Then, please find a second-level middleman you can trust, and we can complete the transaction at any time."

Zhang Ga tentatively said: "As far as I know, Sossili is not under the control of the North African Garrison, so if we can bypass the middleman and trade directly, I am willing to give you a 5% discount!"

Unexpectedly, Mr. Thorpe shook his head and vetoed directly: "Listen, I don't want to cause trouble. Anyway, I only pay $15 for one car, and I have to pay through Mtamba's system. As for how much commission they charge you, or not at all?" Accept, that's your business, not mine."

15 US dollars, deducting 35% commission, and then converted into Huaxia currency, there are only 68.25 cars left.

Of course, even at such a price, Zhang Ga can earn more than double.

But it is because he has a system that he can produce such a high-end assault vehicle at such a low cost.

If you switch to the normal military production line of any country, the cost of manufacturing such a car is more than 68.25!

Even in some countries with relatively high manufacturing costs, the cost of building such a car is more than $15!

Therefore, if someone thinks that the $15 offered by Bujacha Thorpe is not low, it is only because he has completely entered Zhang Ga's perspective and ignored the fact that Zhang Ga has his own BUG.

But judging from the usual commodity prices in this world and the arms market prices, this Mr. Thorpe was completely in robbery mode from the moment he asked for the price!

If anyone else talks here, the table will be turned upside down.

What's more, the seller has to bear the 35% commission!

It's like a second-hand house. The landlord spent 100 million when buying it, and the price rose to 200 million when selling it.

The landlord intends to sell it for 200 million and can give a 5% discount.

But at this time, a hooligan came, who was only willing to pay the cost price of 100 million to buy this house, and let the homeowner bear the agency fee!

Zhang Ga finally understood why Li Yiman made him be careful.

However, he didn't intend to turn his face here, so he just smiled and said: "The price of $15, minus a 5% discount, is already close to the cost price. If I use Mtamba's system, I will lose at least 30%."

Bugacha Thorpe said indifferently: "I said, that's your business."

Zhang Ga's blood gushed upwards, and now he regretted letting the crow stay on the boat.

Otherwise, someone will lift the table for him right now!

"Hehe..." Zhang Ga sneered, shook his head and said, "Then there is no way to make a deal. If you have to go through Mtamba's system, then you will pay the commission. I only need to get $15 for one car. As for how much they charge you Commission, or not at all, that's your business, not mine."

He returned Bugacha Thorpe's words intact.

Bugacha Thorpe stopped drinking tea and gave him a cold look.

Zhang Ga looked at him without showing any weakness.

After a long while, Bugacha Thorpe suddenly looked back and showed a weird smile.

"Young man, you are quite courageous!" Mr. Thorpe raised his head and drank the tea in his cup, and said lightly.

Zhang Ga smiled slightly, but did not respond.

Nonsense, now he has a Windfalcon-2 unmanned reconnaissance drone above his head, a Dragonfly information support drone, and twenty Hornet-2 suicide drones ready to go on board.

With such a configuration, let him alone fight against a national defense marine brigade under Bugacha Thorpe, plus an artillery regiment and two mobile companies, he will definitely not be able to win.

After all, Zhang Ga is not Schwarzenegger.

However, it is not difficult to hold Bugacha Thorpe hostage and escape unscathed.

"Okay, you go back first!" Bugacha Thorpe stood up suddenly, issued the order to evict the guest, then turned around and walked towards the house by himself.

There's no talk of deals anymore.

This time, on the contrary, Zhang Ga was confused.

Just when his head was full of question marks, he saw a tall woman in a purple silk robe appearing in the direction where Bugacha Thorpe disappeared.

The woman had an oriental face, with a curvy figure, a mature charm, and a graceful temperament, with a somewhat peaceful smile on her face, walking towards Zhang Ga.

Chapter 126 Election Situation

The first time Zhang Ga saw the woman, he guessed that it was Li Yiman's mother.

But according to Li Yiman, her mother used to be a female engineer in an aid project to Africa, so now she looks like a born rich wife.

With this kind of temperament and demeanor, how can there be a little taste of an engineer?

Sure enough, it is a living body.

Before the woman approached, Zhang Ga stood up.

The woman walked in front of him, looked him up and down, nodded with style in her eyes, and said, "Hello, Xiao Zhang. It seems that you guessed it, I am Yisi Liman's mother, and my name is Li Ziwei."

Zhang Ga hurriedly greeted with a smile: "Auntie, hello."

From a distance, Li Ziwei looked like she was only in her early 30s.

But when he got closer, he could still see a few wrinkles on his face.

But even so, her skin is still well maintained, and it has a mature charm.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Thorpe's temper has always been like this, don't take it to heart." Li Ziwei smiled apologetically, stretched out her green hand, and patted Zhang Ga's shoulder twice.

Suddenly half of Zhang Ga's body became numb.

Before she had time to say anything, Li Ziwei said: "I should have kept you at home for dinner, but Isliman's father has been busy with the election recently. There are many guests at home every day, and he doesn't have the energy to entertain him. It's really neglectful."

Zhang Ga didn't know anything about the election, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "Auntie, you're welcome. I'll just go to the city and eat something. I don't feel comfortable staying here, hehe. Then I'll take my leave first."

"I asked Isliman to book a restaurant in the urban area. It's convenient for you young people to communicate. I'll invite you to my house some other day!" Li Ziwei smiled faintly, "I'll see you off."

In the car, Zhang Ga always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Li Yiman's mother did give people a special affinity, and she spoke very politely.

But he was still a little uncomfortable.

The two clearly spoke face to face, both in their mother tongue, but they always felt separated and alienated.

Is this the natural estrangement between classes?

Zhang Ga shook his head.

After a while, his phone vibrated.