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

I laughed in exasperation.

Chen Zheng was so angry he laughed.

"Mr. Mahmoud."

He held the ghost money up to Samir's eyes, shook it, and said, "Even if you gave this to Allah, it would be considered counterfeit. You're giving it to me?"

"What do you mean by that? Are you cursing me?"

Gao Fei stood to the side next to him, his right hand hanging at his waist with his fingers slightly bent, while Wang Lei behind him lowered his center of gravity and looked warily at the bodyguard behind Samir.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense!

When Samir saw the ghost money, his eyes widened in disbelief. He raised his hands and said, "No, no, no, don't be nervous, can I see it?"

Chen Zheng handed over the ghost money, took a step back, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, and said with a smile, "Is this our first transaction? This isn't fair."

Samir took the ghost money, his fingers trembling.

He looked at it over and over again, his lips trembling a few times, and then he slammed his hand on the hood of the Mercedes.

"That son of a bitch, I swear by Allah, I didn't know! I really didn't know! I didn't have time to go to the West Coast this afternoon, so I got it from a local financial broker first. Damn it, fucking bastard!!! He cheated me."

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, and the veins on his neck bulged like earthworms.

Chen Zheng leaned against the pickup truck door, raising an eyebrow. "Scammed? That's disappointing. But where's my money?"

Samir said with difficulty, "It's probably too late to get the money now. Here's what we'll do, Bruce, you give me the goods first, and I'll definitely bring you the money tomorrow. I swear on God!"

Chen Zheng waved his hand: "Wait a moment."

He turned around with a cigarette in his mouth, walked to the pickup truck, opened the driver's side door, bent down and pulled an AKM from under the passenger seat.

He was holding a magazine in his right hand.

He slammed the magazine into the magazine well, then pulled the bolt back with his other hand.

Samir's eyes widened.

His mouth was half open, but before he could make a sound, Chen Zheng had already raised the muzzle of his gun.

Thump thump thump thump—

A burst of bullets flew past Samir's head, two meters above him, and struck the olive tree behind him, shattering the bark, scattering debris, and sending leaves tumbling down.

Samir's two bodyguards instinctively reached for their guns.

Wang Lei pulled out his pistol and fired a burst of fire, and the two men fell to the ground, shot in the chest!

They said he was a bodyguard...

Damn it... they're just conscripts.

If you were in school and a bunch of blond-haired guys followed you around, did that make you a gangster?

If you carry a cross, you're on a crusade; you might even be cosplaying Jesus!

Chen Zheng grabbed Samir by the collar and slammed him against the hood of the Mercedes.

Samir's head hit the windshield with a dull thud, and the glass cracked.

"Fuck your mother!"

Chen Zheng yelled at him, spitting all over his face, "Just because I call you 'sir' doesn't mean I'm some kind of elder? Is that it?"

"I sell weapons, not luxury goods! You think I'm a saleswoman? Huh?"

He pressed the muzzle of the gun against Samir's temple and jabbed it twice, the metal object causing Samir's head to slam against the glass with a thud.

Samir was trembling like a leaf:

"Don't shoot! It's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, a real misunderstanding... I've really been tricked!"

"What do you take me for?! You're wasting my time, and you're insulting me by giving me ghost money!" Chen Zheng roared, his face turning red.

Did Samir really not know?

Maybe they just think Asians are easy to bully.

Asians doing business in the Middle East, Southeast Asia, or even Europe often encounter this type of customer who takes advantage of their perceived weakness; they can meet all sorts of people.

Some people say foreigners are civilized. What the hell?!

I'm selling Yangzhou fried rice, and you're just going to flip the table?

I'm selling "justice" now, and you think I'm easy to bully?

"I'll compensate you, I'll compensate you, I'll give you my deposit back!!" Samir shouted.

Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment, then became even angrier. He grabbed Samir's head and slammed it against the glass. "You fucking look down on me again! Is my emotional distress only worth $2?"

He took the APS from Gao Fei and pulled the trigger at Samir!

Thump thump thump thump thump—

Grind it directly into a sieve!

The body slid off the car and collapsed to the ground.

Chen Zheng held a cigarette in his left hand, exhaled a smoke ring, and tossed the APS to Gao Fei. "Damn it, I thought he was a rich guy, but he's just a bastard planning to double-cross me."

He looked at Gao Fei and the other man, "2 US dollars? I want it all!"

Gao Fei stood to the side with a complicated expression. He realized that his childhood friend seemed to be quite crazy!

Chen Zheng picked up the paper bag and carefully examined it.

As I unpacked the stacks of banknotes, running my fingers along the edges, I noticed the difference in printing quality between the Franklin collar and the ghost money was so stark that I didn't even need to look closely.

There were eighteen stacks in the paper bag. Only seven stacks contained real US dollars. The remaining eleven stacks were all ghost money, with Franklin printed on the front and "Heaven Bank" in Chinese on the back. They didn't even bother to write a serial number; they just printed a row of "88888888".

"Damn! Aren't they afraid of inflation down below? They don't understand a thing about economics before selling ghost money; they deserve to be beaten to death!"

Chen Zheng, grumbling, pulled out the seven stacks of real banknotes, counted out 20 bills, and handed them to Gao Fei and the other man.

"Take it, everyone who sees it gets a share."

Wang Lei took it and grinned, "Thanks, Brother Chen."

Gao Fei clutched the US dollars, his voice low: "Zheng, this guy doesn't seem like a simple person. Is it alright if we just kill him like this?"

Chen Zheng put the cigarette back in his mouth, took a drag, and exhaled smoke through his nose, creating a smoke ring. He then tilted his head and glanced at Gao Fei.

"We're guys in this business, we follow the rules. Today he tried to fool me with fake money, tomorrow he might just refuse to pay me at all. If he wants to steal my money, he'll pay with his life!"

Moreover, after something like this has happened, do you think you can do business with someone else a second time?

"As for the background you mentioned?"

Chen Zheng chuckled dismissively. "Anyone with a bigger background than Kennedy? He's got his head smashed open. I'm a seasoned criminal now, why would I care who's who?"

He paused, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and added, "And don't worry, once these chiefs are dead, they'll be busy fighting for power among themselves. They won't have time to bother us. By the time they're done fighting, who will even remember who Samir is?"

"However, this also teaches us a lesson."

Chen Zheng looked at Gao Fei and the other man and said, "If you're going to double-cross someone, don't just bring two people. You'll easily get beaten to death."

"Brother Chen is right!" Wang Lei echoed.

Chen Zheng dusted off his hands and gestured towards the Yamuq River: "Throw the body into the car and push it into the river."

The three men pushed the car into the river with all their might, and then they heard the sound of bubbles rising.

Chen Zheng stood by the river, flicked his cigarette butt into the water, and turned around. "Let's go."

"Zheng, should we take this batch of goods back?" Gao Fei pointed to the remaining AKMs on the pickup truck.

Chen Zheng glanced at the neatly stacked gun cases and shook his head. "It's too much trouble to move them around. Sheikh wants them, so let's just sell them to him."

And just then, speak of Cao Cao, and Cao Cao appears!

Then they heard a series of hurried footsteps, and then they saw Sheikh running over with more than a dozen burly men.

When Xie He saw Chen Zheng enter, he was taken aback, but then he noticed the bloodstains on the floor, and the muscles in his face twitched.

Gao Fei and Wang Lei looked nervously at their boss.

Chen Zheng smiled, opened his arms, and strode over.

"Sheikh!"

He called out, bent down and hugged the old man, pressing his lips to each of his cheeks. He then brought his mouth close to Sheikh's ear and whispered.

"Shall we talk inside the tent?"

But to others, the two seemed to have a very close relationship.

Sheikh's body stiffened for a moment.

"well."

Chen Zheng, arm in arm with Sheikh, calmly walked into the tribe, then opened the tent and went inside. He said to the strong men outside, "It's all alright, disperse. I want to talk to your chief."

The laborers looked at Sheikh, who, feeling his hand still stuck, nodded helplessly. "Let's disperse."

Once inside the tent, the kerosene lamp illuminated the two figures.

Sheikh said in a muffled voice, "Samir... he didn't come?"

"Aren't you just asking the obvious? He tried to double-cross us, and I beat him to death!"

Sheikh's fingers trembled, and he looked up in astonishment.

"There are still some outside, a total of 300."

"I'll sell it to you for $600, want it? Much cheaper than giving it to Samir."

Sheikh raised his head.

He is a chief, and he knows more about him than many others.

For example, refurbished goods smuggled in from Iraq by the Nusra Front group cost $750!

Bruce is giving himself a discount!

In other words, if you resell it yourself, you can earn tens of thousands of dollars more!

Of course, money isn't the most important thing right now; weapons are. To be honest, you can't buy them anywhere right now!

The market gap is here.

Chen Zheng glanced down at his watch, his tone becoming somewhat impatient, "Do you want it or not? If not, I'll sell it to someone else. The opposition in Delaware also needs this batch of goods."

No sooner had he finished speaking than hurried footsteps came from outside the tent.

Someone was running, their footsteps heavy, thumping as they stepped on the compacted mud.

A person lifted the curtain and rushed in. In his haste, the curtain got caught on his checkered headscarf. As he bent down and reached out to pull it off, he stumbled and almost fell.

He's a young man.

He was in his early twenties, wearing a dark robe with dust and mud splattered on the hem.

His face was flushed red, his forehead was covered in sweat, and his mouth was open as he gasped for breath.

"Chief! Chief!"

"What's wrong?" Sheikh stood up and asked anxiously.

The young man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Dela City has fallen!!"

"???" Chen Zheng was also stunned when he heard this...

"Are you kidding me? Doesn't Della City have tens of thousands of troops?"

"The officers of the unit have defected. They are operating under the banner of the Free Syrian Army and entered the old city of Daraa this afternoon. The Balad district is now under their control."

The young man continued speaking, rattling off all the information in one go: "There are several other armed groups as well. The Syrian Brotherhood has announced that it has taken control of the industrial area, and the Nusra Front has occupied the south of the city, the area around the old train station."

"Dela is in complete chaos now, there are gunfire everywhere, and the streets are littered with corpses."

This news sent chills down Sheikh's spine.

The civil war has begun.

The tent was silent for a full five seconds.

Sheikh instinctively looked at Chen Zheng.

I saw that the other person had their brows furrowed.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Zheng looked up: "I'm wondering whether or not to raise the price."

Sheikh was taken aback.

Then his expression changed, and he stood up abruptly. In his haste, his knee hit the edge of the low table, but he didn't notice the pain.

"I want!"

Sheikh's voice rose a octave, carrying an almost pleading urgency, "600 US dollars it is, I'll give you the money right now!"

Sheikh walked to the innermost corner of the tent and dragged out a box.

It's made of black sheet metal, with edges polished to a shine, as if it's been handled frequently.

He placed the box on the table, and Chen Zheng felt the legs of the low table sink down.

He opened the lid of the box.

The light from the kerosene lamp shone into the box, reflecting a yellowish glow that made Chen Zheng squint.

gold!!!!

They're all just accessories...

Thick, solid gold chains, gold pendants, and gold-inlaid curved knife handles.

Anyone who has been to the Middle East knows that people in those tribes like to carry this.

Sheikh's face looked as if someone had cut a piece of flesh off his body.

"I don't have cash. You can calculate how much these goods cost."

Mr. Chen would certainly not refuse a hard currency like gold.

but…

"Where's the scale?"

Chen Zheng looked up and said, "I forgot to bring my scales."

"This is probably worth $20," Sheikh said.

Chen Zheng chuckled.

"20 million?"

"Sheikh, this is 21K gold, some are even 22K, not pure gold, and you're telling me it's worth 20? Are you taking advantage of my lack of education?"

"Do you have anything else? Almost there."

After hesitating for a while, Sheikh finally managed to utter, "Then... do you want to hash?"

Chen Zheng was taken aback.

Hashish?

Then I instantly understood what it was!

poison!!!

The Bekaa Valley is the largest drug trafficking center in the Middle East.

The world's four major traditional sources of drugs:

Golden Triangle (Southeast Asia)

The Golden Crescent (Afghanistan, Pakistan, Iran) → World's largest opium/heroin center

Silver Triangle (South American cocaine)

Bekaa Valley (Lebanon) → The world's fourth largest wine-producing region and the Middle East's largest!

He stared at Sheikh's face and shook his head.

"Sheikh, I don't touch that stuff."

"Alright, I'll leave you the three hundred AKMs. I'll take the gold bars; I won't hold the matter of the low purity against you."

"Save me a stall in the tribe," Chen Zheng said, holding up one finger. "Right in the middle, the best spot."

Chen Zheng nodded. "Don't charge me any fees, but you have to provide me with protection. I'm setting up a stall here to do business, and you can't let anyone cause me trouble."

A civil war broke out in Della…

The north bank of the Yamuq River is only a few dozen kilometers away from the other side, on the edge of the war zone.

Judging from Boss Chen's keen sense of smell...

This place is definitely going to be packed with people.

Whether you hire mercenaries, refugees, or even terrorists, you can set up a stall here and sell weapons!

Beka Valley is a transit point, recruitment point, and pay station!

Do you think it's possible not to get rich?

Whenever there's a battle, the mercenaries charge in like hyenas drawn to the scent of anal meat.

Setting up a stall here...

You could make a profit even selling rice noodle rolls!!!

Strong people never complain about their environment!

Although the old man Sheikh felt that the other party definitely had ill intentions, he had no choice but to agree.

"Pleasant to cooperate!!!" Chen Zheng said with a smile, extending his hand. He paused for a moment and then added, "However, Sheikh, your tribe is far too poor!"

Sheikh blushed at what she was being said.

"I...I'm not good at business!"

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