1977: The beginning of the blind date with the daughter of the king

Chapter 740 Sending You to the Middle East!

"boom!"

Mark fell heavily to the ground.

He had lost count of how many times Victor had knocked him to the ground.

This guy not only dared to hit him, but he hit him hard.

"Will this work, Mark?"

"If you're a real man, get up and keep fighting with me!"

Li Changhe tapped his boxing gloves and smiled mockingly.

"Fuck!"

Mark angrily got up again, raised his fist, and swung it heavily at Li Changhe.

However, in Li Changhe's eyes, his amateurish fist technique was full of flaws.

With a slight twist of his foot, Mark fell to the ground again.

"That's enough, Mark. If we keep fighting, I'll be bullying you. Let's stop!"

Li Changhe casually took off his boxing gloves and said to Mark Thatcher without any concern.

"Stop, you bastard! I can still go on!"

Mark didn't want to admit defeat and wanted to keep going.

"There's no need. Our strengths are not on the same level."

"Come down, maybe I can play some other games with you."

"I heard you like racing? How about we race?"

Li Changhe jumped off the boxing ring and said with a smile.

"Fuck, what exactly are you trying to do?"

Mark was speechless.

Did this guy invite him out just to beat him up?
“Oh, my uncle suggested that I become friends with you, and your father Dennis also thinks it would be a good thing for us to be friends.”

"However, I rarely make friends with your personality. After all, my friends are usually business elites, quite smart, and they like to start by talking about interests."

"So, after thinking about it, I think I can start with your hobbies. I see you like racing and boxing, so I thought I'd start by boxing with you to deepen our relationship."

"However, it seems you don't like this way of deepening friendship."

Li Changhe sat on the sofa to the side and said with a smile.

Mark was stunned after hearing this.

So you beat me up just to make friends?
Actually, we can be friends even if you don't beat me up.
Mark thought to himself, but then he thought again, and realized that wasn't the case at all.

If he hadn't fought Li Changhe in a boxing match, he wouldn't have been interested in Victor at all. He looked like a frail Chinese elite, which didn't fit his Saxon ideal of a strongman.

"Fuck, Vic, your idea is a complete piece of crap, but I have to admit you're better than those hypocritical guys."

Mark stepped off the boxing ring, his body covered in bruises, and he felt pain all over.

However, at this moment he could not feel any aversion to Li Changhe, because the other party's fighting strength was indeed far superior to his own, which aroused Mark's interest.

People tend to admire those who are more knowledgeable than themselves in their own field of interest. This is why many people use sports to impress influential figures and gain other advantages.

"Please sit down. If you don't mind, I can have my secretary take you to try an Eastern massage, along with some secret Eastern herbal remedies, which can effectively relieve your aches and pains."

"Actually, I was holding back just now. If I had gone all out, you probably wouldn't have been able to withstand even one punch."

Li Changhe then said with a smile.

Mark glared at him.

"Damn it, you didn't have to be so blunt!"

"Speak, what do you want from me? Do you want my mother to help you achieve something?"

Mark Thatcher abruptly changed the subject, getting straight to the point and asking Li Changhe a direct question.

"Mark, do you understand that clearly?"

At this point, Li Changhe began to think more highly of this guy.

Mark pursed his lips: "I may not be one of your elites, but I'm not a complete idiot either."

“The famous billionaire Victor came to befriend me. Could it be that he really values ​​me as a person? I’m just a loser with nothing, except for a successful mother.”

"But you're better than the others. When those people come to me, they either send me pounds or women directly. There's nothing new about it. I don't even want to look at that kind of deal."

“I think helping people like that is a complete waste, since their intentions are too obvious.”

"And to be honest, I don't have much power. Don't think that just because I'm the prime minister's son, I'm all that important. Many people look down on me. If you have something important to ask me for help, you should ask my father. He's much more important to my mother than I am."

Mark was very honest and spoke frankly to Li Changhe.

Li Changhe smiled and said, "That makes sense. Mark, you are very clear about your own position. If you take away the fact that you are the son of the Prime Minister, you are indeed useless."

"However, you're wrong about one thing: I'm here to ask you for help with something right now."

"Or rather, there's something I want that you can't help me with."

"I'm looking for you because I really want to be your friend. To put it simply, I want to use this friendship to improve your mother's impression of me."

"That's roughly the intention."

"Also, let me correct you on one point, Mark. You are actually very useful, especially within the Commonwealth system."

"I know you've always had your own entrepreneurial plans, how about we collaborate?"

"Oh? Cooperation? How do we cooperate?"

Mark looked at Li Changhe with a puzzled expression.

“I know you’ve always wanted to make money and achieve business success to prove yourself. I happen to have a business opportunity that I don’t have time to run myself. I think we might be able to collaborate!”

“I have worked with the Saudi royal family before, and in return, they gave me an agency. I think we can cooperate on this company and run it together, how about we do it together?”

Li Changhe smiled and said to Mark.

Mark became interested upon hearing this.

"Saudi Arabia? Those oil tycoons in the Middle East? You actually have dealings with them?"

"And what is this agency?"

Mark may not know much about business, but that doesn't stop him from knowing that the royal families in the Middle East have made a fortune selling oil in recent years.

"You know, Saudi Arabia has almost nothing besides money and oil, and they have to import many of their daily necessities."

"However, Saudi Arabia does not allow foreign companies to directly enter their domestic market, which has led to the emergence of agency companies. To put it simply, behind every Saudi agency company is a faction of the royal family."

"Saudi Arabia uses these agencies to procure the supplies they need globally and then distribute them to the domestic market." "With these agencies, all we need to do is complete the procurement list that Saudi Arabia gives us globally, then deliver it to the Saudi royal family, and profit from the price difference."

After hearing Li Changhe's explanation, Mark immediately understood that this was a sure-fire way to make money.

With established purchasing clients, and the Saudi royal family having plenty of money, all you need to do is buy the goods and profit from the price difference.

However, Mark then looked puzzled.

“Vic, if what you’re saying is true, this company is guaranteed to make money, so why are you asking me to cooperate?”

"Simply put, I need an agent. I make money in companies all over the world, and I won't focus on Saudi Arabia."

“The Middle East isn’t far from London, so I think you’re a good fit, Mark.”

"In addition, at present, I only have an agency in Saudi Arabia, but with your joining us, Mark, I think we can expand our business to the whole Middle East."

"You don't need to worry about procurement. My people will source the goods they need from all over the world. Mark, all you need to do is expand the company's business and enjoy life with these Middle Eastern princes."

“I think this is something that ordinary business partners can’t do. Those princes like to keep lions, they like luxury cars, they like sailboats and yachts, and, well, they probably also like all kinds of beautiful women.”

"I think this should suit your hobbies quite well!"

Li Changhe spoke softly to Mark Thatcher.

He genuinely felt that Mark Thatcher was well-suited to dealing with these Middle Easterners.

Despite his close relationship with the Saudi royal family, Li Changhe actually didn't want to develop a deep connection with them, mainly because they were too inhumane.

In his previous life, he had some understanding of the members of those Middle Eastern royal families. Because they were outwardly suppressed by various religious laws, many of them had twisted minds in private. Their private lives could not be simply described as luxurious; in many cases, they were inhumane.

Li Changhe had never gone to Saudi Arabia because of this concern. He worried that if he saw something that made him uncomfortable, he wouldn't be able to help, and he wouldn't be able to accept it either, which would only make things harder for himself.

So he hadn't paid much attention to the agency there, but unexpectedly, a suitable candidate suddenly appeared.

Given Mark's personality, whether you call him a layabout or someone who seeks thrills, he's a typical wild type. According to the information Li Changhe investigated, he has close ties with some retired British mercenaries.

Li Changhe felt that sending such a person to the Middle East would be perfect. With the status of the British colonial power, he could eat, drink, and have fun with those princes and expand his business.

Mark became somewhat interested after hearing this.

“Vic, what you’ve said does pique my interest. Are you sure that this is my mission in our collaboration?”

Mark asked curiously.

Li Changhe nodded: "Yes, your task is to get along well with those princes as much as possible."

“I also have a company in France that deals in various high-end luxury goods, such as Cartier, Dior, and Vacheron Constantin. These brands are currently under my control.”

"These will also become your resources in the future. I will arrange for someone to serve you, so that you can show your face in front of those princes and help them buy all kinds of things they need."

"You may not know this, but what I want to buy in the UK is a British car brand. I know your mother, the Prime Minister, has been pushing for the privatization of state-owned enterprises because it's too much of a financial burden to have them run entirely by the state."

“Land Rover is one of the brands I currently value. If I buy Land Rover, I also want it to become one of the professional vehicles used by the princes in the Middle East.”

"Mark, do you understand what I'm saying?"

Mark nodded thoughtfully. He didn't really understand, but he knew a little about it: go to the Middle East, build good relationships with the princes, and then help them sell their goods.

The idea is roughly that you get a share of the profits and commissions from the company.

“Actually, besides the Middle East, we can also sell our products to Africa. Those indigenous chiefs are just as wealthy as the ruling families of many countries.”

“Vic, if you can guarantee global sourcing capabilities, I think our business can grow even bigger.”

Mark said excitedly at this moment.

Li Changhe looked at him with a smile, thinking, "Goodness, he's even learned to apply what he's learned to other situations."

However, compared to the Middle East, the market potential in Africa is indeed considerable, especially for the former British colonies.

Although many countries have become independent in name, in reality, their various resources are in the hands of dictators or authoritarian interest groups left behind by the British.

So Africa is perceived as very poor, but there are quite a few wealthy warlords and dictatorial families on that continent, and in Mark's view, these people could all be their clients.

"See, Mark, you're actually quite clever; you've already figured out the direction for our business."

"By the way, this is for you!"

At this moment, Li Changhe took out a check and pushed it in front of Mark.

Mark picked it up and was slightly taken aback: five million dollars!
"Vic, what do you mean by this?"

Mark put down the check and said, somewhat excitedly.

He was attracted by the blueprint described by Li Changhe and genuinely wanted to partner with Li Changhe in business.

But now, Li Changhe is giving him a check first, is this an insult to him?

"Don't misunderstand, this is an advance payment for your security."

"Whether it's the Middle East or Africa, those are not good places, and a necessary security team is still needed."

"Actually, I know some arms dealers in the US, but I think it's too far away. I'm thinking of using your position, Mark, to find some retired SAS special forces soldiers and build a security team just for you. That shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Li Changhe calmly said to Mark.

Mark looked surprised after hearing this.

"You mean, this money is for me to assemble a security team?"

"Of course, as I said, both the Middle East and Africa are very dangerous. I suggest you make your security team as large as possible, preferably no less than thirty people, and three to four small teams would be best."

"After all, I don't want to see you get into trouble again and then face your mother's raging fire."

"However, Mark, this money is only for the first year's security fee. Starting next year, this money must be paid by the agency. If the agency's profits are not enough to support this fee, then our cooperation agreement will be terminated directly."

"After all, if you can't even earn enough to cover security costs, then I really don't think I can trust your abilities."

At this moment, Li Changhe took the opportunity to provoke Mark.

As expected, Mark's face immediately turned serious after hearing Li Changhe's words.

"Trust me, Vic, I will make more than ten times the security fee in profit."

"By the way, I hope that when you get back, you will discuss this matter with Mr. Dennis and His Excellency the Prime Minister. I don't want to face their angry questioning."

"If you can't convince them, our cooperation will have to be cancelled."

At this moment, Li Changhe spoke earnestly to Mark.

He thought Mark was a suitable candidate, but he couldn't secretly send the guy to the Middle East; if he did, Margaret Thatcher would probably want to kill him.

So, Li Changhe definitely needs to have Mark talk to his family about this first.

Send the Prime Minister's son to the Middle East!

Li Changhe couldn't help but smile inwardly; he was even looking forward to the storm that was about to break.

(End of this chapter)