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

"You're a classic example of someone dying from holding in their pee."

Chen Zheng said to him, somewhat annoyed by his lack of ambition.

Sheikh raised his head and looked at the other person. A glint of light flashed in his cloudy old eyes. Oh right, how could he forget? Bruce is Asian. Asians are damn good at making money.

"Is there anything you can teach me?"

Where is this place?

Chen Zheng held up one finger and pointed to the ground, "The north bank of the Yarmouk River is bordered by Syria to the east, Lebanon to the west, Israel to the south, and the Zahle to the north. It's a well-connected area with a constant flow of traffic."

"You can make a fortune just by collecting tolls."

"There's no capital to be gained from this business."

Chen Zheng was actually tempted by those words...

What could be easier to make money than robbery?

The main problem is that we don't have any capital. In this day and age, anyone who does anything even slightly well is in debt to the bank.

PS: Of course, robbery depends on the location. If you go out and rob someone on the street now, aren't you just asking for death?

"If you have 300 AKMs, as long as you don't mess with the milk tea shop in Bekaa Valley, who can do anything to you?"

The wick of the kerosene lamp flickered, and the flame leaped higher, casting long shadows of the two men against the canvas tent wall, like two twisted giants.

"You never thought of that before?"

Sheikh spoke after a long pause: "The Bekaa Valley is too complicated."

"Our tribe is Sunni. The milk tea shop is run by a Shia militia. They've been operating here for decades and have deep roots. We're afraid of provoking them."

Chen Zheng shook his head: "What your beliefs are doesn't matter. If you have a lot of followers, with the situation so chaotic right now, maybe you could even create a Sheikh faction?"

Sheikh was startled by these words and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Such words are extremely disrespectful!"

"This is blasphemy against Allah!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng shrugged and didn't bother to say anything more.

What the hell are you pretending for?!

They all appeared righteous, but in their hearts, they were already laughing at these words.

coward!

They don't even have that much courage.

Back then, there was a Chinese man who claimed to be the son of God. He said that as long as you were bold enough, Sadako would be given maternity leave!

He stood up, too lazy to say anything more, and patted the wrinkles on his pants. "Then you can find someone to move the things; the goods are all in the truck."

Sheikh nodded, stepped out of the tent, and waved to the distance. Several strong men from the tribe jogged over.

"Quickly! Go and call all the militiamen here! Move everything from the trucks into the warehouse tents!"

The militiamen's eyes lit up when they saw the AKM on the back of the pickup truck!

They had long been dissatisfied with the weapons they had.

What kind of stuff was used...?

Mosin-Nagant M1891 is one of them. When this thing was created, Emperor Guangxu even called Cixi: Where is Father Emperor!

It is said that the opposition in Daraa now has artillery, specifically the leFH 18 105mm howitzer, which was brought out of a museum.

Gao Fei bent down and picked up a box of AKMs. Just as he was about to walk into the tribe, Chen Zheng reached out and stopped him as he passed by.

"Why are you so eager to do this?"

"You go to help but don't get paid, you can just stand there and watch."

"Don't think of yourself as a laborer; the Sheikh doesn't pay laborers."

Wang Lei had already picked up a box, but upon hearing this, he put the box back down.

The two grown men stood side by side, watching a group of people working up a sweat. They looked a little uncomfortable, but neither of them offered any more help.

Chen Zheng leaned against the door of the pickup truck, a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinting as he watched the people moving things back and forth.

It took more than a dozen people almost half an hour to move all three hundred AKMs.

When the last box was moved, the truck bed was empty, with only a few old canvases and ropes left.

Sheikh stood to the side, holding a notebook, sketching out details on each box.

"Three hundred, that's it."

Chen Zheng waved to Xie He and said, "Then I'll be going now. Xie He, remember about the stall."

"I can't forget it." Sheikh waved his hand.

Chen Zheng turned around, opened the pickup truck door, and called out to Gao Fei and Wang Lei, "Get in, let's go."

"Where are we going now?" Gao Fei asked.

"Go back to sleep, it's so late." Chen Zheng tapped his watch. "I'll stay in your tent for the night."

"good!"

...

In the following days, Chen Zheng urged the "oxen and horses" to speed up at the factory during the day. The whole machine was running, but those monsters didn't complain of being tired at all.

There were no work-related injuries or sudden deaths...

Chen Zheng felt really bad about it.

At this speed, the goods delivered to Hassan were finished two days before the agreed time.

Chen Zheng called Hassan, who was visibly surprised to hear that the goods were all arranged. He then said, "Take them to the Ain Hille refugee camp. I will call the Fatah leader there, and a finance person will be in charge of you."

The delivery was arranged beforehand, so there were no extra charges.

Large organizations are different; they even have finance personnel.

Chen Zheng said, "No problem. If the goods are good, I can give you a reward, haha, I can give you a 9% discount on your next order!"

"By the way, if there are any quality issues, as long as they are not caused by human error, we will cover the repair costs."

"If you're not comfortable using it, you can sell it to me later. I buy it back, and we can discuss the price then, hahaha."

Hassan: "..."

After hanging up the phone, he couldn't help but touch his head, muttering, "Chinese people really know how to do business!"

Meanwhile, Mr. Chen, the boss, smacked his lips with lingering enjoyment. He just loved chatting with his customers!

Hey, the main focus is on companionship.

"Let's go down the mountain for a meal, we're starving," Chen Zheng said with a smile to Gao Fei beside him.

Just as he was walking towards his pickup truck, a text message came in. He picked it up and glanced at it: "DHL (DHL-Sinotrans): Dear customer, you have a package that has arrived at Rafik Hariri International Airport. Cargo collection code: DT14789!"

"The goods have arrived!!"

"Wait a minute, let me call Khalid." Chen Zheng took his phone and walked to the side to make a call.

The call was connected very quickly.

Chen Zheng asked him to take some people to the airport to pick up the goods.

"Yes, it's urgent, it concerns our next product."

Upon hearing this, Khalid on the other side quickly responded.

"Thank you for your hard work."

"Boss, if our business expands further in the future, we'll probably need to hire a few more people in Beirut and Zahle."

"Okay, I'll look around some more then. You'll be the general manager by then!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zheng smiled at Gao Fei and the other person who were waiting and said, "Let's go."

Driving the pickup truck down the mountain, we saw that the entrance to the village had already been blocked off.

The dirt road that used to be open at the entrance to the tribe is now blocked by barricades.

The chevaux-de-frise was made of thick hemp rope, with three wooden stakes crossed and tied together, and spikes nailed to them. It was the kind of thing used for defending cities in the Middle Ages. It looked simple, but it wouldn't be easy for a Pikachu to just rush in.

They were even holding sandbags to keep going!

Chen Zheng's gaze fell on a piece of paper pasted next to the barricade.

He went over and took a look, and saw the rules written on it.

Article 1: Everyone is allowed to enter the tribe, but causing trouble, fighting, and stealing are strictly prohibited.

Those who violate this rule will be deported, and those with serious offenses will be shot on the spot.

Article 2: A protection fee of US$20 must be paid daily to enter the tribe.

Article 3: Anyone carrying weapons must pay a separate weapons management fee. Upon entering tribal territory, all weapons must be pointed downwards with the safety engaged. Unauthorized firing is strictly prohibited; violators will be shot on sight!

Article 4: This tribe has the right to question and search suspicious persons. Those who refuse to cooperate will be prohibited from entering.

After reading it, Chen Zheng turned to Gao Fei and nodded.

He pointed to the piece of paper and said, "This old man did a pretty good job; he even produced the $20 city gate tax."

Gao Fei walked over and glanced at the paper. He didn't recognize a single one of the crooked Arabic letters on it, but he could still understand the exclamation marks and bolded text.

"What did you write?"

Chen Zheng translated it once, and when he said "those who violate this rule will be shot on the spot," Gao Fei's eyebrows twitched.

"Really killed on the spot?"

"In this place, people survive only because of guns. If you let one troublemaker go today, they'll dare to let two go tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow this place will be slaughtered."

Chen Zheng said meaningfully, "The least valuable thing in the Middle East is life."

The militiamen next to the barricade all recognized Bruce.

A young militiaman jogged over, revealing a section of his tanned forearm, holding an AKM in his hand.

"Mr. Bruce!" he called out in Arabic, grinning to reveal a set of slightly crooked teeth and a touch of youthful shyness on his face.

Chen Zheng looked at him. "You're Amir, aren't you? Sheikh's nephew."

The young man's eyes lit up immediately, and a smile spread across his face.

"Sir, do you remember me?"

"Of course I remember."

Chen Zheng took out a camel from his pocket, pulled out a stick and handed it to him, saying, "You're the best fighter in the tribe. You're a good shot and you're clever. You'll definitely amount to something in the future."

Amir took it with both hands, smiled sheepishly, scratched the back of his head, and carefully put the cigarette in his mouth.

Chen Zheng lit one for him, then lit one for himself, and the two of them stood next to the barricade, taking a few puffs at each other.

Amir took a drag of his cigarette, coughed from the smoke, and his face turned a little red.

"Sir, I'm just a militiaman now, you think too highly of me."

"You might be sleeping on the floor today, but you could be the boss tomorrow! Buddy, believe in yourself; young people have unlimited potential."

Boss Chen's PUA (Pick-Up Artist) tactics have begun...

Anyway, it doesn't cost any money to say a few words, and who doesn't like to hear nice things?

Anyone who has sold luxury goods knows that if you buy the right items, they can call you "daddy."

Chen Zheng smiled, changed the subject, and gestured with his chin towards the outside of the tribe.

Are there many out-of-towners visiting these past few days?

Amir nodded.

"There are many, a lot of people. Hundreds of people came yesterday alone. Some came from Daraa, some from northern Lebanon, and some spoke with a strange accent that I couldn't understand. They sounded like they were from Jordan."

"But everyone was armed, and they were very quick to pay!"

"Those people must be 'warmongers' who came after smelling the scent."

He gestured towards the open space in the distance. Chen Zheng looked over and saw two pickup trucks parked in the distance, with several men sitting there and holding up a banner.

A few lines were written in Arabic.

"Recruiting volunteer soldiers to join the Free Syrian Army, overthrow the Assad government, and pursue freedom. 6000 Syrian pounds per month, including food and lodging, and weapons and ammunition will be provided."

Goodness…

They exclaimed, "Wow!"

If many people don't understand, they will definitely be deceived. Is 6000 Syrian pounds now the same as before?

The exchange rate used to be low, but now it has at least doubled, if not skyrocketed.

Once you're in, you'll find out you earn over $100 a month.

This is what they call using cannon fodder!

Those who don't understand will definitely be deceived.

Which would you choose: 10 billion Zimbabwean dollars or 10,000 Vietnamese dong?

Amir said, "The Free Army has sent people to Daraa. They want to set up a recruitment office here, to set up a stall in the tribe, saying they want to recruit people to fight in Daraa."

"My uncle refused on the spot. He said the tribe was neutral, only doing business and not taking sides. If you want to recruit soldiers, recruit outside, don't come into my territory. Those people didn't look too happy, but they didn't dare to do anything, after all, we have guns now."

He pointed to the militiamen behind the barricades carrying AKMs, his tone tinged with pride, "The tribe has 300 new guns. Anyone who dares to mess with us will get shot."

Chen Zheng squinted for a few seconds, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and took a puff.

"They just set up a stall outside?"

Amir nodded: "It's right outside. My uncle said that the land outside the tribe is not under his jurisdiction. They can set up their stalls however they want, but don't even think about coming in."

Has anyone registered in the last couple of days?

Amir thought for a moment and nodded.

"There are a few. There were three or four yesterday, and two this morning. They are all outsiders, not from the tribe. Those people have been squatting in the tent area for several days without food or water. They are probably desperate. Joining the army will at least allow them to get a meal."

As he spoke, his tone carried an indescribable complexity, whether it was sympathy or something else entirely.

"No one from the tribe is going. My uncle said that no one from the tribe should go. Whoever goes should get out of the tribe and never come back."

Chen Zheng threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stomped it out, and patted Amir on the shoulder with a smile.

"Your uncle is farsighted. Work hard under his guidance, and you'll have your day in the sun."

Amir nodded vigorously.

Chen Zheng got back into the car, and Amir quickly had the barricades removed, watching the pickup truck drive in.

Seeing this, the Free Army soldiers exchanged glances, and one of them stood up and shouted, "Hey! Who's that guy? Why was he able to drive in?"

"This is none of your business. Stay where you are and don't wander around!"

The man's face darkened with anger, and he started cursing as he tried to approach. Amir pulled the bolt of his gun, and the man stopped, sitting back down with a gloomy expression.

No matter how arrogant you are, one bullet will shut you up.

……

The pickup truck drove into the village.

There were many white faces, mostly in groups of three to five, clearly a small team, and these people were quite generous with their money.

Chen Zheng saw a middle-aged white man squat down in front of a wood carving stall and buy several pieces, paying $100 each time.

"It feels like I'm back in my hometown, going to a big market," Wang Lei said with a smile, sitting in the back.

"The transportation here is excellent. Mercenaries who want to enter the war zone have to resupply here. In half a month or a month, I can assure you that this place will become one of the largest mercenary gathering areas on the North Shore."

Chen Zheng's eyes gleamed.

"Our factory also has a booth here; it'll definitely be a prime location!!"

Do we sell weapons?

"What else can you do? Become a gigolo?"

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