Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 153 Distribution of Benefits

Sean rubbed his face, connected the phone, and waited for the other party to speak.

"Shawn-san, I am Gunda Songxi."

A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Gunfield Pine Creek?

He knew that the current director of the Mitsui Group was called Gunda Matsue. There was a word difference between the two people, so it was obvious that they had a close relationship.

"It turns out to be Mr. Gunda. I have admired his name for a long time, but I never thought we would meet in this way."

Sean laughed and waited for the other person's next words.

"Shawn Sang, there is an old saying in your country that people with knowledge do not speak secret words. You obviously won the final victory in this game, so I want to know, how do you want to divide the next cake?"

Damn, you bastard RB devils!

"Mr. Gunda Matsuki, it seems that Khalid is not the only loser this time. Your club seems to have lost the qualification to play the game earlier than him?"

Are you kidding me? Why should you, a fucking loser, take a piece of the cake that I've already tasted?

If this guy were in front of him, Sean would want to put the barrel of the gun into his mouth, and then ask him viciously: Why the hell are you doing this?

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a while, Gunda Matsuki said again: "Shawn Sang, you may have misunderstood me. The cake this time naturally belongs to the winner, but in the entire Iraq and even the entire Middle East, I think anyone Everyone needs a reliable ally, what do you think, Sean Sang?"

The meaning of this is obvious. The Mitsui Group has no idea about Khalid's assets and the resources in his hands, but they still want to get involved in the market in Iraq and even the Middle East, and want to get a share of the future profit chessboard.

"laugh!"

Sean sneered: "Mr. Gunda Songxi, I think you may have misunderstood. Of course I don't have such a big appetite to eat the entire Middle East market, but there are many choices for allies. Why should I choose one? It will have a certain impact on my business." Where’s the guy who lost?”

"Shawn Sang!" Guntian Songxi said solemnly: "The portion of the cake this time is not small. You can't eat it all by yourself, but even if you give out some oil and water, you can rely on force to hold on to the rest. But some people are unwilling to do so. Guys will still make things difficult for you, I believe you can solve this part of the trouble, but it will definitely consume some of your energy and the gain will outweigh the loss."

After hearing this, Sean pondered for a long time. He had to admit that the other party mentioned his pain points. Although some troubles were small, they would slow down his progress. If someone could help avoid similar troubles, it would be more cost-effective for him. .

"In that case, I'll be waiting for Mr. Gunda's fight in Baghdad!"

After hanging up the phone, Sean began to think about the issue of dividing the cake left by Khalid. First of all, Muhammad must have a share. This time he can use such a large-scale force to help him bear the pressure. Secondly, It's Alexei. He helped a lot. Even if he doesn't mention it, he has to give it to him. Moreover, it is his largest source of troops, so he must have a share.

Dane Company also has to have a share. Although it seems that the opponent is the loser now, and it is enough that I have not swept the opponent out of the chessboard, this is a big company that ranks high in the entire PMC industry after all, and it can barely be regarded as one in the future. If you have a cooperative relationship, you have to give some benefits appropriately, and at the same time, let the other party help withstand the pressure from the outside world.

The only thing that needs to be considered is whether the church or the CIA should give it. It depends on the CIA's attitude towards this incident before making a decision.

History has proven countless times that those who eat alone will not end well!

After dealing with all the injured and the employees who died in this incident, Sean returned to his dormitory to sleep.

Early the next morning, at Baghdad Airport, Guntian Songxi officially set foot on the soil of Iraq. The smell of gunpowder in the air made him frown unaccustomed. He walked out under the escort of bodyguards. As soon as he walked out of the airport, he saw Ivan holding a sign to pick him up and a group of Cossacks with live ammunition.

"Mr. Gunda Songxi?" Ivan came up to him, looked down at the little man in front of him, and asked in a cold voice.

Guntian Songxi's eyes twitched, he held his head up and stretched out his hand in displeasure and said: "Hai, I'm done."

However, Ivan had no intention of shaking hands at all, and without even looking at him, he said coldly: "Come with me."

After saying that, he turned around and left without any intention of paying attention to the other party.

Gunda Songxi suppressed the anger in his heart, and showed no emotion on his face. He waved his hand indifferently and followed, and stopped the bodyguard who was about to have an attack with his eyes.

After getting in the car, Gunda Songxi looked through the window at the messy streets outside, as well as some skinny civilians fighting for the pitiful food, just like a group of stray dogs that were about to starve to death...

"Oh, Iraq is full of gold..."

When the convoy entered Sean's company gate, he looked through the car window at the groups of strong and good-spirited employees, as well as various vehicles passing by from time to time, and even various tanks, multi-functional Infantry fighting vehicles and so on.

All this gave Gunda Matsuki the feeling that it was not like entering the headquarters of a company at all, but rather like...a warlord!

That's right, it's a warlord. There are no employees in suits and ties here, nor anything in the civilized world. Instead, there are only employees wearing various training uniforms, different races, and various weapons and equipment!

When the car stopped under the office building, he finally saw the Asian young man who had seen photos countless times, but now the Asian young man had a warm smile on his face. When the car stopped, Gunda Songxi straightened his clothes. Kiton made a handmade suit. With a smile on his face, he opened the door and got out of the car. From a distance, he stretched out his hand: "Shawn Sang!"

Sean held the other person's hand and said enthusiastically to the little man in front of him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Gunda, welcome!"

The two of them didn't look like they were still at odds just yesterday, and Sean even drove a tank to bomb the other's commercial building.

"Let's go up and talk!"

Sean invited Gunda Songxi and went upstairs together. After entering the office, he personally poured him a cup of coffee on the coffee machine.

"The conditions are limited, which makes Mr. Gunda laugh."

Sean put the coffee in front of the other party and said with a smile: "It's just the two of us now. I prefer to be direct."

Gunda Songxi took a sip of coffee, and then praised: "Well, Sean Sang's coffee is really refreshing and refreshing!"

After praising him, he then said with a straight face: "Sean Sang, regarding this cake distribution, our Mitsui Group has withdrawn and promised to help your company solve some of the scoundrels, but we need to regain a plate in Baghdad. From now on, we will We occupy 10% of the market share other than government forces. You see..."

(End of this chapter)