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

Actually, what Boss Chen said was very... impolite.

What kind of person are you to claim you were sent by Allah?

In the face of extremist religious elements, well... they're all over the place.

But the people inside were nobles!

Extremes are rarely seen among the nobility…

They don't live a hard life; anti-Americanism is their business. Does Mohammed Jawad Zarif know that?

The nuclear representative negotiating between the Persian Lion and the US, well... his son works for the US.

Emotions can sometimes be just as important as your appetite!

Sheikh frowned slightly when he saw him: "What brings you here?"

Chen Zheng was taken aback, then narrowed his eyes. Something was off about the other person's tone. Suddenly, he asked, "Chief Sheikh, you're not planning to agree to the Nusra Front's conditions, are you?"

Sheikh kept his head down and remained silent.

Fuck!

Damn it... I guess the older I get, the more afraid I am of dying!

Why can't everyone be like Han De? Even if it means losing several sons, he would still rebel!

At worst, Yun will fly into a rage.

Chen Zheng shook his head and sighed, "That's a pity. Maybe I'll have to attend the entire tribe's funeral in a while."

After saying that, he prepared to leave. Just as his hand touched the curtain, he heard the sound of a chair leg scraping against the floor behind him.

"Please wait, sir."

The gaunt middle-aged man had already stood up.

He walked around the low table, stood to Chen Zheng's side, looked him up and down, and then turned to Xie He.

Aren't you going to introduce it to me?

Sheikh raised his head, just about to speak, when Chen Zhengxian extended his hand with a bright smile.

nonsense!!!

Damn it, the other person was wearing a jade ring.

It doesn't look cheap.

Be polite to rich people!

"Bruce, a factory owner, and a friend of Sheikh's."

The middle-aged man grasped his hand.

"Samir Mahmoud," he paused, "the tribal chief on the west bank of the Yarmouk River."

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up, and he smiled even more happily, as if he had seen a long-lost brother.

"Mr. Mahmoud, it's an honor to meet you."

He's got nothing but a lot to say.

Before today, he didn't even know whether this person was round or flat.

But the West Bank is rich because it's close to Jordan and Israel, so many smuggling routes go through there; it's a wealthy area!

The three of them sat down again.

Sheikh took a new cup from the side and poured Chen Zheng a cup of tea.

Samir spoke first: "Mr. Bruce, what did you mean by what you just said?"

"Just call me Bruce. You're Sheikh's friend, and so am I, so we're friends."

Samir was taken aback, then nodded; it was the first time he had ever encountered an Asian person like this.

Chen Zheng put down his teacup and stared at them.

"You've seen hyenas in the Middle East, haven't you?"

"Those things, they come in packs, they swarm around their prey and start eating from the rear, biting at it one bite at a time. Before the prey is even dead, its intestines have already been dragged out half a meter long."

Have you ever seen a hyena, after finding its prey, not completely devour it?

"Today you promised the Nusra Front a hundred men."

"Tomorrow they'll dare to ask for two hundred. The day after tomorrow they'll dare to ask for grain, and the day after that they'll dare to ask for women."

Chen Zheng looked at Xie He: "If you take a step back, they'll take a step forward. If you retreat to a corner, they'll ride on your neck and defecate there. When you have nowhere left to retreat, they'll swallow you whole!"

"A tribal chief? He'll be no better than a savage in the end."

Sheikh's lips trembled slightly.

"Weakness will only make us weaker."

"Tough, but can become even tougher."

Samir slammed his hand on the table.

With a snap, the teacup bounced, spilling tea onto the table and leaving a small, dark stain.

"That's exactly what I said!"

His voice rose a half-degree, and the veins on his neck bulged, throbbing beneath his thin, dry skin.

"I told you long ago, we can't back down! What are we supposed to retreat for? If we retreat one step today, we'll retreat two steps tomorrow, and in the end, we won't even have a place to be buried! A pack of wolves can fight a lion when they're together, so what are we afraid of with so many of us?"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, and saliva sprayed from the corner of his mouth, splattering on the table.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving a few times, and then turned to Sheikh.

"Listen to what he's saying. Even a foreigner understands it better than you do."

Sheikh sat opposite him, his expression complex.

Chen Zheng struck while the iron was hot.

He picked up the long black bag that was at his feet, threw it on the table with a thud, and the teacup bounced again.

The zipper was pulled up from one end to the other, opening the bag to reveal what was inside.

An AKM!

Chen Zheng gripped the handguard with his right hand and pulled back the bolt with his left.

As the saying goes, if you pull the bolt back with your hand, you're either a mole or a ruthless bandit!

I pulled hard a few times, and snap!

"If surrendering would be useful."

He patted the gun. "The arms dealers should be making white flags."

He paused, then added, "Or produce Frenchmen, just hoist them up there, instead of producing these useless things."

Samir laughed out loud.

"You're an interesting person, very interesting."

He picked up his teacup and took a sip. The tea was already cold, but he didn't care. He tilted his head back and downed it in one gulp, then put the cup on the table.

Staring at Chen Zheng, he said, "Are you an arms dealer?"

Chen Zheng said with a smile, "I sell AKMs to Muslims, bullets made by communism to authoritarians, and NATO-standard parts to democrats."

"But I never sold it to bin Laden."

"Because I have morals!!! I won't contribute to a serial killer!"

Samir's eyebrows twitched.

Chen's expression was very composed, and he even began to believe what he was saying.

It's like Bin Laden's checks can't be cashed; they bounce all the time.

Is it possible to make a profit in business?

"Doves never bring peace, but weapons can."

He put the cigarette in his mouth, spread his hands, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and said, "I can too."

There was a three-second silence inside the tent.

Samir nodded: "You only have AKMs?"

"To pull the trigger on an AKM, all you need to know is how to pull the 'sewer' trigger. But as for other guns, young people from the tribe, are you sure you know how to use them?"

Samir paused for a moment.

"For machine guns, you need to know how to control the rate of fire, how to change the barrel, and how to troubleshoot jams. For sniper rifles, you need to know how to calculate the trajectory, how to correct for wind drift, and how to read the mil point. For rocket launchers, you need to know how to measure the range, how to estimate the lead, and how to identify the back pressure danger zone."

"How many young people in your tribe can disassemble and assemble a PKM in one minute? How many can hit a moving target with a single shot from 800 meters away? How many can load an RPG at night with their eyes closed?"

"AKM is different."

Chen Zheng held up one finger, "You just need to hold the trigger still, and then learn how to load the magazine."

This is actually true.

Many people don't even know where the gas port is, where the safety is, or even what caliber the bullet is.

Isn't India often this high? It's said that soldiers even carry files with them, um... because the bullets are too big, they're used to file the bullets.

Samir looked at Sheikh, who had remained silent to the side.

"If you want to surrender, then hand over your tribe to me."

"God will forgive your weakness."

Sheikh's lips trembled slightly, and the muscles in his face twitched a few times, as if he were making a final struggle against something.

After a long while, Sheikh spoke.

"It's not time to surrender yet."

"The tribe that my grandfather and father entrusted to me will not disappear in my hands!"

Samir gave him a deep look, then turned to Chen Zheng: "300 AKMs, how long will it take?"

"700 US dollars apiece, it will arrive in an hour!" Chen Zheng said.

This price is very reasonable.

Abu Hassan quoted 600, but that was because of Assam; it was a favor price, a price paving the way for long-term cooperation.

Tailor your approach to the person you're dealing with.

Samir has no middlemen, no connections, and no prior arrangements; 700 is the normal market price.

Samir did not bargain.

"700".

He repeated it, nodded, and then took out a wallet from the inside pocket of his robe; the edges were worn white.

He counted out a wad of US dollars and placed it on the table.

"This is all I have with me," he said. "Twenty thousand is a deposit, and the rest will be paid upon delivery."

Chen Zheng took it directly, counted the money, sniffed it under his nose, and nodded in satisfaction. "OK, no problem!"

"I'm leaving now, see you later." Samir got up and left, seemingly to raise money first.

When only Sheikh and Chen Zheng remained in the tent, the atmosphere became somewhat awkward. Chen Zheng stood up and said, "I'll go take care of my business first, Sheikh."

I watched him walk to the door.

Then the Sheikh suddenly said, "I'm not a coward, I just don't want to shed blood."

Chen Zheng turned to look at him and nodded vigorously, "I believe you!"

Sheikh's expression softened slightly.

Once outside, Chen Zheng looked disdainful.

Whether you're a coward or not is none of my business...

He only replied because the other party was a customer.

The customer is king!

……

When Chen Zheng crawled out of the tent, the sunlight outside suddenly hit his face, making him squint.

Gao Fei saw Chen Zheng come out to greet him.

"How is it?"

"Done." Chen Zheng patted him on the shoulder. "300 units. Now we'll go to the factory to load them."

The pickup truck turned off the dirt road from the village and climbed up the hillside along the gravel road. The road was still the same, full of potholes, and the chassis had been scraped several times.

After driving for a while, Gao Fei gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the increasingly steep slope ahead, and couldn't help but say, "Ah Zheng, you've chosen a really remote location for your factory; there isn't even a decent road."

Chen Zheng smiled.

The pickup truck drove to the open space at the top of the hill and stopped. Gao Fei stood in the open space, looked around, and saw only a patch of gray-green bushes and a few crooked olive trees.

"Where is the factory?"

Chen Zheng didn't speak. He walked to the rock wall covered by vines and reached out to push aside the gray-green vines.

The hole has been revealed.

Gao Fei walked over and glanced into the cave.

It was pitch black inside, and you couldn't see anything, but a cool breeze blew out of the cave, carrying the smell of machine oil and metal.

"Come with me."

Chen Zheng bent down and crawled inside.

The passage was short, but very dark.

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

Gao Fei stood at the entrance of the passage and saw the row of machines.

"This...this place is so big?!"

Chen Zheng chuckled and called out, "Four-Eyes!"

Four-Eyes ran over: "Boss."

"Move 300 AKMs out and load them onto the pickup truck."

Four-Eyes nodded, turned and walked towards the finished product area, calling out in his high-pitched voice, "Baldy, Chiang Kai-shek, Niu Yi, Niu Er, come and move the goods!"

The four laborers nodded and went to the finished product area separately to start moving things out.

Gao Fei stood to the side, watching the laborers work.

In his eyes, these people were all normal, just a bit simple-minded.

"Zheng, where did you find these workers?" Gao Fei asked in a low voice.

Chen Zheng glanced at him and smiled: "He's a local recruit, hardworking, and the salary is cheap."

In six or seven round trips, less than fifteen minutes, all three hundred AKMs were loaded into the pickup truck bed.

Four-Eyes walked over, dusting off his hands: "Boss, it's all set up."

Chen Zheng nodded, walked to the pickup truck, lifted the canvas and took a look. The truck bed was neatly packed, with old cloths placed between the guns to prevent them from bumping into each other.

Two pickup trucks were driving down the gravel road, their cargo beds filled with three hundred AKMs. The shock absorbers were weighed down, and the trucks swayed violently when going over potholes.

When the pickup truck arrived at the village, Samir was already waiting there.

He stood beside his old black Mercedes, his hands behind his back, his gray robe fluttering gently in the afternoon breeze.

Two young men stood behind him, both of whom were his clansmen. Their waists were bulging, indicating that they were carrying weapons.

Chen Zheng asked Gao Fei to park the pickup truck next to the Mercedes, then jumped out of the car and walked over with a smile.

"Mr. Mahmoud! I'm so sorry I'm late, please come with me."

Samir nodded, walked to the back of the pickup truck, and lifted the canvas.

The truck bed was filled with boxes of AKMs, wrapped in kraft paper and old cloth, so their shape was unrecognizable.

Samir bent down, picked up a box, and placed it on the ground.

A brand new AKM was revealed.

Samir picked up the gun, weighed it in his hand, then pulled back the bolt and inspected the chamber.

The sound of metal scraping against metal was crisp and smooth, without the slightest hesitation. He rested the butt of his rifle on his shoulder, squinted one eye, and aimed through the rear sight at an olive tree in the distance, the sight landing steadily in the center.

He put down his gun and nodded.

"Good gun."

"Of course."

Chen Zheng said with a smile, "The guns we make are even more accurate than the original ones. We use the best materials and they can fire thousands of rounds without any problem. You can rest assured."

Samir didn't reply, but waved to the two young men behind him. The two men came over and began unloading boxes from the pickup truck, counting them one by one.

I counted for about ten minutes, and there were three hundred rounds, not a single one missing.

Samir pulled a bulging paper bag from the inside pocket of his robe and handed it to him. The bag was brown, made of kraft paper, and sealed with several layers of transparent tape.

"The final payment," he said. "One hundred and seventy-five thousand. Count it."

Chen Zheng smiled and nodded, gesturing for Gao Fei and Wang Lei to nod.

When they saw the money, their eyes were filled with shock.

But he quickly squatted down to count the money.

Chen Zheng took out cigarettes and handed them to Samir, and the two of them smoked them.

At that moment, Gao Fei suddenly stood up and walked over, holding a banknote in his hand, and said, "Ah Zheng, there's a counterfeit banknote."

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow, then looked down and burst out laughing!

TMD!

Ghost money?!

It's a damn US dollar version?!