I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

The market had mostly closed by midday.

Chen Zheng stood at the entrance of the teahouse, took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out a Lebanese pound note, placed it on the table, and waved to the young man in the teahouse, indicating that he didn't need to keep the change.

The young man grinned, revealing a set of slightly crooked teeth, and said in Arabic, "Thank you, boss!"

"Boss my ass, the boss wears Benetton." Chen Zheng laughed and tugged at his clothes. "Look at me, do I look like a boss?"

The young man was quick-witted and said with a smile, "The boss is just being low-key. He must be rich, or he'll definitely be rich in the future."

"I like it when you talk," Chen Zheng said with a smile.

After leaving the teahouse, Chen Zheng turned around and tossed the car keys to Li Yang. "You and Khalid go rent a few tents. We'll be staying in this area for a while, so we can't keep sleeping in the car. Find some thick ones, preferably military canvas ones, that can block the wind."

Li Yang took the keys, nodded, and asked again, "How many do you want to rent?"

"Let's rent three first."

"good!"

"You two go ahead, I'm going back to the cave to see how things are going over there."

The three people split up and acted separately.

Khalid and Li Yang walked along the dirt road deeper into the tribe, where several families ran a tent rental business, which was considered a decent livelihood among the refugees.

Although the North Shore is sometimes plagued by war, backpackers from Europe and America still come here, so renting tents is a business.

There are even people selling instant noodles in the Amazon rainforest…

What's wrong with renting a tent in the Bekaa Valley?

Chen Zheng got into the Toyota Corolla, started the engine, turned around, and drove back the way he came.

The car drove out of the valley and began to climb the hill.

The mountain road was still the same mountain road, with gravel, potholes, and steep slopes—nothing was missing. The Corolla's chassis had been scraped several times, but Chen Zheng didn't care—this car belonged to Khalid.

When you ride someone else's wife, don't you always stand up and pedal?

The entrance to the cave was still hidden by vines, and it was almost invisible unless you looked closely. He reached out and pushed aside the grayish-green vines, then bent down and crawled inside.

As you walk through the passage from the cave entrance, the light grows dimmer and the air grows colder.

After walking about forty or fifty meters, I turned the corner and the view suddenly opened up before me.

Chen Zheng stood at the entrance of the cave, stunned for two seconds.

Before he left, the cave was still in its original state—the ground was pitted and uneven, protruding rocks were everywhere, the cave walls were full of sharp edges, and grayish-white bat guano that had accumulated for who knows how many years was piled up in the corners.

What now?

The ground was as smooth as terrazzo.

All the protruding rocks were chiseled flat, and the pits and depressions were filled with gravel and soil, then compacted. It was hard and smooth to the touch, so smooth that a forklift could almost drive over it.

The sharp edges on the cave walls have been smoothed out; although they weren't polished, they no longer feel prickly to the touch.

Each machine was placed under thick rubber pads for shock absorption.

Yellow lines were drawn on the floor between the machines to mark the operating areas and safety passages.

The cables and coolant pipes run behind the machine, arranged along the tunnel wall, and are neatly secured with cable clips; there are not a single tangled wire on the ground.

The materials area is located at the very back of the cave, separated into a separate space by iron pipes and canvas.

The steel materials are sorted by specifications and stacked on wooden racks: 45# steel, 40Cr, Q235, round steel, square steel, steel plates, and steel pipes. Each stack has a handwritten label hanging in front of it.

This looks so comfortable.

People... don't like things to be too chaotic.

Especially the boss!

When you become a boss, you'll even think your employee's butt is misaligned when they take a dump!

"Four-eyes," Chen Zheng called out.

Four-Eyes turned his head, pushed up his glasses, and said, "Boss."

"The generator will arrive this afternoon. Come with me to inspect it."

Four-Eyes nodded vigorously.

Chen Zheng walked to the finished product area and picked up an APS from the shelf.

He pulled open the sleeve, and the sound of metal rubbing together was crisp and smooth, without any hesitation.

He turned the gun over and examined the bottom. The firing pin hole, the extractor, the magazine catch—every detail could withstand scrutiny under a magnifying glass.

He put the gun back on the shelf and turned to look at Four-Eyes and Frog.

"Take all this stuff with you. I found a big fish; I'll sell it to him this afternoon!"

……

We stayed in the cave until after 4 p.m.

The phone in my pocket vibrated so much it hurt my hip.

He answered the phone, but before he could even speak, Adnan's voice came from the other end, loud and clear like someone singing in an opera.

"Bruce! My friend!"

"The goods have arrived. I'm in the woods on the north bank, in the direction you came from this morning. Past that dry ditch, there's a grove of eucalyptus trees by the roadside. My truck is parked here; it's a white van. You'll see it immediately."

"Wait a moment, I'll be right there."

Chen Zheng hung up the phone, stood up from the rock, dusted off his pants, turned and crawled into the hole, shouting, "Four-Eyes! Come with me!"

Four-Eyes stood up from beside the tool cabinet, his long ears perked up, he pushed up his glasses, and jogged to catch up.

After calling Li Yang on the way, I picked him up at the entrance of the tribal village. He got in the car and smiled and nodded at the four-eyed man in the back.

To outsiders, the monsters here... look just like humans.

I arrived at my destination as Adnan pointed out, and I saw Adnan at a glance.

Like a huge stomach...

Adnan, with a white turban wrapped around his head and his belly bulging out of his robe, grinned when he saw Carlo pull over, revealing a set of slightly crooked teeth, and waved to Chen Zheng.

"Bruce!" Adnan walked over with his arms outstretched.

Chen Zheng smiled and went up to him, hugged him, and pressed his cheek against his.

Doing business is not easy. Even if a customer smells bad, you can't show it.

Those domestic companies that handle foreign trade orders, when they reach Indian clients, are secretly cursing, but on the surface they're all smiles.

"Where's the goods?"

Adnan turned and waved towards the truck: "Open it!"

Two people standing behind the truck opened the truck door, and a Mercedes was parked next to it.

Three generators were neatly stacked inside the carriage.

The Cummins logo, white with red lettering, was polished to a shine on the side. The generator was fixed to a wooden base, with iron corner protectors, wrapped in thick plastic film, and then securely tied with packing straps.

Adnan walked to the side of the carriage, patted the body of the nearest generator, and said, "Dongfeng Cummins 6BTA5.9-G, 100 kilowatts, six-cylinder, turbocharged, water-cooled, Stanford generator. Look at the appearance, look at the paint."

Chen Zheng turned around, glanced at Si Yan, and nodded slightly.

Four-Eyes walked over, took out a small flashlight from his pocket, squatted down, and started looking at the generator from the very bottom.

It observed very carefully.

It first examines the exterior of the machine, moving the flashlight beam across the cast iron surface to check for cracks and signs of leakage.

Then he opened the oil filler cap, dipped his finger in a little oil, smelled it under his nose, and rubbed it between his fingertips. The oil was dark brown in color, with decent transparency, no emulsification, and no metallic glint.

Then it checked the air filter, opened the casing, took out the filter element and looked at it against the light.

The filter is a bit dirty, but it's not the kind of black stuff that's completely clogged; it's still usable.

Adnan wasn't in a hurry, so he stood there and started talking to Chen Zheng.

It took Si Yan nearly ten minutes to inspect the three generators.

It stood up from behind the last generator, dusted off its knees, and walked up to Chen Zheng.

Four-Eyes raised his voice: "The machine body has no cracks, the engine oil is in normal condition, and the starter motor and generator rotor have been checked and there is no abnormal wear. There are two minor issues: one is a slight leak in the coolant line at the joint, and the other is a crack in the fan belt, which needs to be replaced. It won't last much longer if it's not replaced."

After listening, Chen Zheng turned to look at Adnan.

Adnan's smile froze completely. The cigarette in his hand stopped in mid-air, the ash burning a long way before falling to the ground and crumbling into fine ash.

Adnan's lips twitched.

"Bruce, my friend."

He spread his hands, a helpless smile on his face. "In business, nothing is perfect. This batch of goods came from the military's warehouse in Beirut. They're military supplies. Think about it, just finding this kind of thing on the market is a blessing from God. Those minor problems—changing a belt, a clamp, changing the oil twice—what's the big deal? You can't negate the value of the whole batch because of these small things."

"Besides, these days, how many people in the Bekaa Valley can get a 100-kilowatt generator through legitimate channels? I, Adnan, can do it because I have connections, influence, and the ability to get things done. Try it on someone else? They wouldn't even be able to get one, let alone three."

As he spoke, his voice rose again, and his emotions surged, as if he were genuinely protesting his injustice.

"I know you're capable."

Chen Zheng smiled and said, "It's not that I won't pay, but there really is a problem with this batch of goods. Could you give me a discount?"

If you don't do it, plenty of others will!

Adnan's eyes darted around; he knew Chen Zheng was about to haggle.

"200 cheaper?"

"Why would I ask for a discount on 200 yuan? 1000! I've already brought the money."

"Okay, okay, 1000 it is, consider it making friends!"

Chen Zheng smiled and shook hands with him, then nodded to Li Yang.

Li Yang was carrying a bulging black nylon travel bag. He walked over and handed the bag to Adnan.

Adnan took it, unzipped the zipper, revealing stacks of US dollars inside, and handed it directly to the person behind him. The person took it and immediately started counting it, counting stack by stack, his fingers flying, the US dollars clattering in the sunlight.

They launched an airstrike while the enemy was counting their money.

Adnan took out the pack of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng took it, put it in his mouth, and Adnan lit it for him.

The two men stood beside the truck, smoking for a while. The eucalyptus leaves rustled overhead, and the scent of eucalyptus oil mixed with the smoke in the air created an indescribably refreshing atmosphere.

"Brother Adnan." Chen Zheng took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash.

"Um?"

"Your business is finished, but I have a business opportunity with you. I'm wondering if you'd like to take it?"

"What kind of business? I love doing business. I'd even sell condoms," Adnan said with a laugh. To sound even more impressive, he continued, "As long as they need it, I never look at the other party's background when I do business, as long as their checks don't bounce."

Chen Zheng held up a pistol.

Adnan's eyes lit up instantly.

Do you have it in stock?

Adnan lowered his voice, leaned forward, and pressed his stomach against the car door.

"APS, 300!"

"Want to see?" Adnan immediately became very interested.

Chen Zheng put a cigarette in his mouth, turned around and walked to the Corolla, opening the back door.

Five burlap sacks were placed side by side on the back seat. They were gray woven sacks with Arabic script printed on them, exactly the same as the ones used to store gun barrels last time.

He unzipped one of them, revealing a silver-gray metallic sheen inside.

Adnan followed and bent down to look into the sack.

His breath hitched.

Chen Zheng pulled an APS from the sack, held it with both hands, muzzle down, and handed it to Adnan.

"Stechkin APS, original Soviet factory, 9×18mm caliber, brand new, never fired, stock."

Original my foot!

The Soviet Union has collapsed, and the Vyatsitieporny Machine-Building Plant is on the verge of bankruptcy. And you're still trying to recreate it…

Original NMG head.

Of course, Adnan didn't say that, because the gun was really good.

"How much?"

"25 for the whole package!"

black!

So dark!

That's fucking black!

The average price of a gun has reached $834.

Adnan leaned against the car door, crossed his arms, lowered his head and thought for a while, then shook his head, "Too expensive, I could buy an AK series phone with that money."

"I want all of that $18!"

"make a deal!"

Adnan paused for a moment, then his lips twitched, and his expression looked like he had swallowed a fly.

He knew he had overestimated the answer.

But the words were already spoken and couldn't be taken back.

For business people, the worst thing is to go back on your word. If you renege on your promise today, your reputation will be ruined tomorrow, and who will want to do business with you in the future?

"Bruce," Adnan chuckled wryly and shook his head, "you're the kind of person who haggles down the price bit by bit, but agrees to it outright when you're not haggling."

Chen Zheng chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Adnan, the price you quoted is fair. If I were to haggle further, I would be being unreasonable. We'll be working together for a long time, and it's not worth ruining our relationship over a little money."

He pulled a checkbook from his pocket, opened it, uncapped his pen, and looked at Chen Zheng: "Checks?"

Chen Zheng shook his head, smiled, and said, "Cash is fine. I like to lie on banknotes and dream."

The refusal was very tactful.

"Cash isn't a small amount; I need to send someone to get it. Are you going to wait two hours for me?"

"No rush, the business is here, it's not going to run away, is it?"

"OK."

Adnan turned around and waved to the two people behind him.

The two men closed and locked the truck bed, then handed the key to Adnan. Adnan tossed the key to Chen Zheng, who caught it and put it in his pocket.

"You can use the goods for now."

Adnan said, "The generator, diesel fuel, and tools and supplies are all on the truck. You find a place to unload them, I'll go back to get the money, and I'll be back in two hours."

"it is good."

After watching the other car drive away, Chen Zheng threw the cigarette butt on the ground and said to Li Yang, "Drive that truck up the mountain."

Li Yang nodded, "Okay, Brother Chen!"

"Brother Chen, did that guy go back to call for backup?"

Chen Zheng was amused by his wild imagination, squinting as he gazed into the distance. "The more war-torn a place is, the more people value their reputation."

……