Chapter 328 Military Orders
"What exactly do you need? Beef, chicken, canned luncheon meat, daily military supplies and equipment, I can provide you with all of them."
Zhang Ailun talked with Lao Hei for a while, and the other party also took out his mobile phone to inquire about the mercenary team in Central Africa. He got the requirements from the other party and passed it directly to the chief leader.
Things like combat boots and jungle combat uniforms cost hundreds of dollars a set, depending on individual size. Ordinary gun oil, canned food, compressed biscuits, chocolate bars and other daily necessities cost only a few dollars in supermarkets on the West Coast, which are all quite cheap.
But this thing is very expensive in Central Africa and is a less common American imported food.
The supervisor, Lao Hei, is particularly generous when it comes to buying things. They also appear to be extravagant in daily purchases. As long as it does not involve dangerous equipment, they spend money without blinking an eye.
At one stroke, they sold 50000 cans of beef, 50000 cans of chicken, and 50000 cans of luncheon meat. They also sold sets of clothes, pairs of combat boots, gun oils, chewing gum, compressed biscuits, chocolate bars...
Adding all the miscellaneous items together and taking into account the transportation costs, this old black man placed an order for military supplies worth 300 million US dollars in one go!
Seeing that the guest was so generous, the chief leader simply got up and went with him to the VIP box next door to discuss in detail. After confirming the items and quantity requirements of the order, he called the Venetian staff, borrowed the hotel's printer, printed out the contract order, and both parties signed their names on the contract.
Lao Hei wrote down the official bidding order of the Central African royal family, and the geographical location for shipping the goods was also a small place in Central Africa that the chief leader had never heard of.
Of course, the chief leader chose to write the name of Mr. Sig Compry, the designated scapegoat of the Armed Nation of the Human Torch.
After signing, Zhang Ailun also provided Lao Hei with the account of the Hamburg Foundation. According to international practice, a minimum deposit of 30% must be paid in advance, which is 90 US dollars. Supervisor Lao Hei also paid the money decisively.
Soon, Zhang Ailun received a notification of the arrival of the money. He took out his mobile phone to check it, and immediately shook hands with the other party with a smile on his face, "Happy cooperation!"
"Mr. Jin, it's a pleasure working with you. I hope you can ship the goods as soon as possible so that our soldiers can use these supplies as soon as possible." The supervisor Lao Hei was also in a good mood. After all, he had completed the task assigned to him by the royal family.
"When I get back, I will ask people to prepare things. The goods will be shipped the day after tomorrow at the latest, and it may be ready tomorrow at the earliest," said Zhang Ailun.
"It's presumptuous of me to say this, but I still want to ask, 400 cans of food, each weighing about 3 grams, that's tons. The shelf life is only three years at most, can you finish them all?"
Zhang Ailun asked suspiciously. Whose good people eat canned food every day? Can those mercenaries bear it?
The most common source of meat in Central Africa is beef. Although families don't necessarily go hunting in the mountains or forests if they want to have meat as a snack, they probably don't have much oil in their stomachs on a normal day.
Those who suffer from drought will die from drought, and those who suffer from waterlogging will die from waterlogging.
"Eat it all! For the rest, we can give it to the miners as extra meals. It's best not to use too good canned food. Each box of canned food you promised only costs about 5 US dollars. boxes of rich meat will cost less than US dollars. It's really a good deal." The supervisor Lao Hei said with a smile.
"..."
Zhang Ailun looked at his smile and just wanted to say one thing: Why does Lao Hei have to make things difficult for Lao Hei?
Although the chief leader does not specialize in selling canned meat and does not have that much stock on hand for the time being, isn't it easy for him to find a wholesaler to purchase the goods?
If you really choose cheap canned meat, the manufacturer's cost price is even less than $1. The leader is actually making a lot of money by selling you a 5-gram box of canned meat for $400.
How can the middleman lose money when he makes a profit from the price difference?
After chatting with each other for a few more words, Zhang Ailun put away the two copies of the contract, and left the box with Lao Hei. Zhang Ailun waved his hand, smiled and watched him leave, and then turned back to his seat.
Not long after I sat down, I happened to see Madison chatting and laughing with the people from the military district. When he came back from the other side, he was surprised to see the chief helmsman sorting out documents, "Have you negotiated the deal?"
"Yes, the royal family of Central Africa is quite generous. They directly ordered 300 million worth of goods from me." Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "This birthday party was not in vain."
"Won't you lose money if you sell arms to them? What did you sell them?" The military people were shocked and couldn't help but doubt their lives.
"This is Colonel Rob, one of the leaders of the Luchino Air Force Base." Madison also introduced him to the chief leader and said, "We have a good relationship with Colonel Rob, and we get along well with each other."
I see. What this means is that he is not a member of the other camp, and has the hope of becoming one of our own.
The chief nodded, and immediately shook hands with Colonel Rob with a smile, "Hello, Colonel Rob, I am Hamburger Juankin."
"Hello Mr. King, I have heard of your name from Mr. Madison and other friends. But I am still very curious, how did you manage to negotiate business with those stingy black people?" Colonel Rob was puzzled.
"As far as I know, when our people approached them to discuss cooperation, they refused to buy even a second-hand Black Hawk helicopter at a discounted price of only $360 million, which also came with a professional pilot training course. They even rejected AR-15 rifles and M16s."
"We also sold them military vehicles and tanks, but they didn't consider any of them. Isn't there a war going on in their area? How can we ensure the victory rate of the soldiers without sophisticated equipment?"
Colonel Rob, who had fought in wars for half his life and received military education for half his life, was very confused and fell into deep thought.
After listening to what he said, Zhang Ailun thought: "Is it possible that people don't need these things in the first place?"
"They don't need weapons to fight? Then how do they fight? Riding on elephants, sticking a few feathers on their heads, and shooting arrows with bows on the battlefield? Are they living in the last century? I heard that there are more than 60 different ethnic groups and many poor and backward tribal areas there." Colonel Rob joked humorously.
Oh, look at your damn racism, you must be mocking Indians.
Although Laohei is a poor man in Africa, he is just a lower-class person. The royal family and the family are not poor at all. After all, they have mines! They are not much better than you, a stinky worker in a military region.
"Don't they have Ak?" Zhang Ailun said.
I also think that Colonel Rob must be the kind of old Plain White Banner man who would go crazy showing off his turkey on Thanksgiving.
Redder than the Texas rednecks. You can tell from their tone that they are quite arrogant.
"AKM?" Colonel Rob hesitated.
"AK47." said Zhang Ailun.
"...those are all antiques. Only Russia and third world countries still use them." Colonel Rob was speechless.
"I didn't sell them any useful weapons, just some daily munitions, combat boots, jungle combat uniforms. The $60 million order included tons of canned food and boxes of beef, chicken, and luncheon meat," Zhang Ailun said with a smile.
"Hahahaha, cans? They aren't going to use cans to bribe their soldiers, are they?" Colonel Rob laughed.
"They didn't train their own soldiers because they recruited foreign mercenaries. Because they believed their soldiers were prone to betrayal, they preferred to bribe the mercenaries with $26 an hour and diamonds to ensure their loyalty, and they would replace them every once in a while," said Zhang Ailun.
To be honest, this method is quite useful under the policy of tyranny and exploitation. Even if you want to resist, you have to rely on other external forces to intervene.
The locals are poor, you have no guns, you don't understand tactics, you only believe in shooting, and facing more professional mercenaries, wouldn't rebellion be a waste of time?
"..."
Colonel Rob was completely screwed.
What a magical country this is.
But this should be done only in some areas controlled by the royal family and families.
"Black soldiers should be cheaper than mercenaries, right? They are of the same ethnic group after all, so why would they trust outsiders?" Although Madison didn't know how to fight, he knew a lot about economics and investment.
"Noble blacks and ordinary blacks are not the same race." Zhang Ailun shook his head. "If there is a pill in the world that can whiten your skin color as long as you take it, I guess the first country where it will be best-selling will be Africa." "The next place is us?" Colonel Rob laughed.
"Not necessarily, it's more likely to be Asia." Zhang Ailun also smiled.
"Oh, then maybe my egg needs one too, because I always complain that it's not white enough." The old man, the director of Tyson Foods, also came over and interjected.
"Hahahaha." Several people smiled at each other and played a little hell joke on each other, no one let anyone off the hook. Then they took a glass of red wine from a passing waiter and drank from each other.
They stayed at the Venetian Hotel for a while, talking and laughing, and getting along well. Soon, a few hours passed, and Zhang Allen looked at the time. It was already early in the morning. After all, the old men were not as strong as the young man of the chief. Some of them had their eyelids fighting each other, and they had already begun to doze off.
Madison took out his pocket watch and checked the time, then suggested, "It's getting late. The birthday party is almost over, and we should go back."
"I second the motion." Zhang Ailun nodded.
"Aren't you going to stay here to rest for the night?" Prince Simba saw that they were about to leave and came over to ask, "The rooms are ready."
"No. We have something to do tomorrow." Madison declined his offer. Simba didn't say anything about it, and could only send the two away with regret, said hello to the others, took the elevator down to the first floor lobby, and walked out of the hotel.
"My father likes the gift you gave, Hamburg." Prince Simba was escorted all the way to the private plane at the airport. Before boarding the plane, he also expressed his gratitude to the chief leader.
Zhang Ailun waved his hand and said with a smile: "As long as your highness likes it, I can give you one someday if you like it, but I remember that it seemed to be a gift for the princess, right?"
"Every time my mother has a birthday, my father is responsible for collecting gifts. He enjoys the process of opening gifts, but he hardly celebrates his birthday himself. Because my grandfather was assassinated on his birthday, this is considered an ominous sign by the whole family. But my mother is an outsider, so there is no such restriction," said Simba.
"I'm deeply sorry." Zhang Ailun was speechless. What could he say about other people's family traditions?
After chatting for a few more words, he waved goodbye, turned around, boarded the plane and closed the cabin door.
The pilot started the plane, sprinted along the runway with flashing neon lights, and soared into the sky.
"Are you going back to Yahweh's Island or to my island?" Madison asked.
"No, take me to the Los Angeles airport." Zhang Ailun said, "I need to get a good night's sleep tonight."
"That's good, get enough rest so that you can better solve the problem tomorrow." Madison nodded in agreement. He originally wanted to play for a while after returning home, but it seems that he has to try to go to bed before 4 o'clock.
This young man is really taking care of his health.
An hour later, the plane landed at Los Angeles Airport. Zhang Allen waved after getting off the plane and watched the plane turn around and leave. Looking at the airport, there was no one around. The empty Los Angeles Airport was a bit deserted.
I took out my cell phone and sent a message to Xige, but after waiting for a while, no one answered.
I don’t know what this kid is doing!
Zhang Ailun sent messages to everyone one by one, but no one responded, which shocked everyone.
"What about health preservation? You usually stay up until the early morning before going to bed. Why did you go to bed so early today?"
The leader couldn't find anyone to pick him up, so he had no choice but to leave the street on foot. Anyway, it was only a few blocks away from the New Port Villa, so he could just run back slowly. He would definitely not be able to get a taxi so late at night.
The streets of Los Angeles at night are undoubtedly very unstable. The leader walked along the way, and there was not even a street light, so he could only use his mobile phone for lighting.
We also saw many homeless people pushing carts on the streets or even sleeping in the corners. It was a beautiful sight.
Think about it, in these dark alleys, are there some ignorant villains popping out to rob the leader?
As a result, the good things didn't work and the bad things worked. I had just walked out of the house and walked for two blocks, when I turned a corner, I bumped into a few black men who were leaning against the wall, smoking cigarettes and bragging.
"Hey! Bro."
When a few old blacks saw the leader, they were shocked and surrounded him with bad intentions.
"Bro, fuck."
When Zhang Ailun saw them taking out fruit knives from their trouser pockets, he thought that those green hands looked unfamiliar and didn't look like good people. He touched his waist bag and asked, "Where's my gun?"
The gun seemed to have been left on Madison's plane. Guns were not allowed into the Venetian Hotel before.
WTF!!
Without hesitation, he picked up the trash can and threw it at them, then turned around and ran without stopping.
Those who know the current affairs are handsome.
The few old blacks who only had knives in their equipment columns bullied the leader because he went out without bodyguards or guns today.
I'm a street boss at the highest level. How can I let you bully me?
Run!!
A few brothers were hit by the trash cans and were a little dazed. Seeing the leader running away without saying a word, they immediately chased after him without saying a word, shouting as they ran.
“Stop!!” “stop!!”
Zhang Ailun ran several blocks without looking back, panting slightly. I was hurt by alcohol and sex, why am I so haggard? I must stop drinking from tomorrow! !
The phone beeped and I took out my phone and took a look.
Sig: Boss, I just came out of the bar. I didn’t see your message before. Where are you?
Zhang Ailun responded with a series of voice messages: "I'm being chased by some black men on the streets of Los Angeles. Where do you think I am? Fxxkyou!!"
Sig called directly.
Zhang Ailun chose to answer the call.
"Boss!! Don't panic! I'm here to save you! Where are you?" Sig said immediately.
"By the time you came to save me, I would have been hacked to death! Now I'm fine, luckily I ran fast."
Zhang Ailun took the phone and broke off a stick from the roadside. He weighed it and felt it was very handy. It was really exciting. After running a circle, the alcohol evaporated quickly and I sobered up immediately.
(End of this chapter)
