Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 230 The prince will be poor too
"Okay, Sean, you're right, but I still prefer to taste it carefully, so that I can taste the food as it should."

William had his own different opinions on Sean's statement.

"Of course, you can taste more by savoring it carefully. Unfortunately, I am impatient and greedy. I am afraid that if I eat slowly, I will eat less. I will not be able to calm down and taste it, and I will only waste Chef Jean-Philippe Blondet. craftsmanship."

Sean said as he scanned the dishes on the table.

"So, are you going to eat all the dishes on this table?"

William asked pointedly while cutting the steak on the plate gracefully, forking a small piece and putting it elegantly into his mouth.

"Of course, when you eat meat, you have to swallow it in one bite before others react. By the time others want to serve it, it's already too late, so we can only eat the leftovers."

Sean knocked his hand on the table and spoke loudly, the greed in his eyes not concealed at all.

"But you don't have such a big appetite alone. You can't finish it."

William put a piece of foie gras into his mouth, chewed and tasted it carefully, and was not affected at all by Sean's actions and words.

"Leslie is also a gentleman, and I am a thug. Leave the violence to me, and leave the rest to you. Your portion of the table will naturally be waiting for you to enjoy it safely, and no one else will have a chance. bump."

William half-squinted his eyes and chewed a piece of red wine braised beef in his mouth.

"The other areas you mentioned are..."

William nodded with satisfaction, then turned to the female companion next to him and said: "Hi, dear, please go get me a cup of coffee and come in."

"You don't mind if I smoke?"

Sean picked up the bowl of bouillabaisse in front of him and drank it in one gulp while responding casually.

Sean took out a cigarette and lit it before asking casually.

"So I found you, you, me, and Leslie. I can't eat it alone, but together we can eat it!"

"But I'm a gentleman and like to chew slowly."

"It's a very good way of cooperation. I'm starting to look forward to our cooperation in other fields more and more."

Sean swallowed what was in his mouth in a few mouthfuls, picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth. He pointed at the untouched dishes on the table and said, "It's like this."

Sean took a deep drag on the cigarette in his hand and asked.

pat!

"Cooperation means we need to tolerate some innocuous things from each other. Of course I won't mind."

William shrugged with a slightly helpless expression and raised his hands to show that it didn't matter.

The female companion didn't say anything, she just took a deep look at Sean, then stood up, kissed William on the face, and walked away in high heels.

"For example, arms!"

William also picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth, then stared at Sean with his eyes fixed on him, slowly spoke, and softly uttered a word.

"Oh? You are the prince of the empire on which the sun never sets." This made Sean confused. In his impression, the prince of the empire on which the sun never sets does not need to cooperate with him in the arms business.

"The Empire on which the Sun Never Sets is the empire of the House of Lords and the House of Commons, and the empire of the Prime Minister, but it is not the empire of the House of Windsor."

William shook his head. He saw the situation of the royal family very clearly. It seemed to be aloof, but in fact it was a mascot. It cannot be said that it has no influence in the political world, it can only be said that it is limited. It can be used to represent the empire when it is needed, and it can stay aside when it is not needed. Living, food and clothing can barely maintain luxury.

"Then I have to listen attentively."

Now Sean is interested. Cooperation is good. He likes cooperation the most. The closer the interests are tied, the firmer the alliance's stance will be.

"I asked you before for the right to garrison troops in Bamako, do you remember?"

William spoke slowly and mentioned one of the conditions for previous cooperation.

"Of course, isn't your Bamako alluvial barracks under construction?"

Sean nodded. He helped contact Liu Hong to build the Bamako military camp. It was located in the alluvial plain of the Niger River in Bamako. After winning the contracting rights for Bamako, he temporarily reached a cooperation with Liu Hong. , after all, he does not have a professional infrastructure team, and he does not have the time to build one for the time being.

"From now on, the daily ammunition consumption of the Alluvial Military Camp will be contracted to your company."

Seeing that Sean was all ears, William dropped a bombshell without hiding anything.

Sean was really stunned. This was not a small gesture!

Although it is only a sporadic consumption of ammunition, Sean has given the opponent the right to garrison up to 600 troops. The ammunition consumption of 600 troops is not a small amount. Calculated at three dollars per round, one person has to train at least a year. It takes about 600 rounds of ammunition. Counting soldiers, that is rounds of ammunition a year. In other words, he can get million US dollars from the opponent's military camp just by selling bullets every year. !
The cost price of getting a bullet yourself is US$0.45 per bullet. In other words, you only need to pay US$22 for each million bullets at cost price. If you can collect 11 million weapons and equipment, this price is still enough. It can be halved, which is US dollars. In this calculation, it is million US dollars, and I have earned million US dollars with tears and blood!

But there is a saying that goes well, the greater the benefits the other party gives you, it means that the other party must want more, there are no exceptions!

Although from the perspective of the other party, he does not earn that much, it is still not much less, probably a difference of hundreds of thousands of dollars.

"Tsk, tsk, there are 600 troops in the garrison. I can earn a luxury supercar a year just by selling bullets. Your Highness, this is not a small amount of money."

Sean took a deep breath, leaned back involuntarily, and stared at the other person with a pair of hawk-like eyes, trying to see something on the other person's face. Unfortunately, the other person still looked like the old god was there, no. Show the mountains but not the water.

"Haha, of course, I am a part of it."

William responded noncommittally.

"Can His Highness William also like this little profit?"

Sean also thought that the other party would seek compensation in other directions, such as Mali's existing profit distribution, and the other party would attach some other conditions. As long as the benefits were sufficient, he would not be able to give up part of his share, but he did not expect that the other party would Be directly involved in this project.

"The prince will also be poor."

William's expression remained unchanged. He was not only a prince, but also a politician. As a politician, he was never ambiguous when it was time to be thick-skinned.

"How much does His Highness William want?"

"60 percent!"

"Goodbye, not for sale!"

(End of this chapter)