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

Raed raised an eyebrow: "What? Aren't yen money?"

He pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and shook it in front of Chen Zheng. On it was a string of numbers written crookedly in Arabic.

"At today's exchange rate, $47 is equivalent to 3750 million yen."

"Do the math yourself, 3750 million yen, at the current exchange rate, isn't that exactly 47 US dollars?"

Chen Zheng was so angry he laughed!

Although the Japanese yen was the tenth largest currency in 2011, have you ever seen anyone using it for "gray market" activities?

The Japanese yen is a carry trade currency with long-term low interest rates, and global investors borrow yen to buy high-interest assets.

It could be suddenly scaled back at any time due to the international situation or Japanese policies.

To put it bluntly, they're like leeks; they don't even know when they'll be harvested.

You can say Americans are bad, but you can't say the US dollar is bad!

Moreover, the black market, underground banks, and offshore markets rarely deal in Japanese yen, so after receiving yen, you have to exchange it again.

That means the so-called 3750 million yen will be reduced even further!

and…

Damn it, do you have 3750 million here?

Raed has clearly done this before, and although the profit he makes from it is not much, it is still a valuable asset for the Civil Front organization.

Their civil rights movement has fewer than 50 members in total…

People need to eat too~

"I knew you Arabs were unreliable!"

Chen Zheng pulled the zipper of his jacket from top to bottom, and the "sizzling" sound of the zipper teeth snapping together was particularly clear in the quiet open space.

The moment the jacket opened, everyone saw it.

Two RGD-5 grenades were hanging on either side of his breasts.

This thing was "found" from the Sheikh tribe.

Monster Factory isn't producing grenades yet.

At this distance, if 220 grams of TNT were to explode simultaneously, there would be no living creatures within a radius of fifteen meters.

Raed instinctively took a half-step back.

The three men behind him also moved; one reached for his gun holster, while the other dodged to the side, trying to find cover.

"Don't move."

"If any of you move, I'll pull this rope."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the faces of the three men before finally settling on Raed's face.

"Fuck your mother's bastard."

Chen Zheng's voice suddenly rose: "I knew you sons of bitches would try to get something for nothing!"

He pulled the parachute line down, and the line tightened, causing the pull ring to deform slightly.

"Come!"

"Hold!"

"Kill me!"

His eyes were red, whether from bloodshot eyes or something else, the skin around his eyes was taut, and the muscles on his cheekbones twitched.

"If you're after my money, we'll die together!"

He grabbed Raid by the collar and pulled him over.

Raed stumbled and fell half a step forward, the two of them now face to face.

Chen Zheng's spittle sprayed onto his face, stinging hot.

"You like money so much? I'll drag you down with me, make your wife a widow, and your son an idiot!"

Raid's pupils shrank to two black dots.

Oh shit…

I'm only after a little bit of your money.

Is it really necessary to go this far?

The sound of a gun bolt being pulled back came from behind Chen Zheng, click-clack, one after another.

Gao Fei stood to Chen Zheng's side and slightly behind, his AKM at his waist, the muzzle pointed in the direction of the three people Raed had brought. The safety was already off, and his index finger was on the outside of the trigger guard.

Wang Lei crouched behind the tires of the truck, only half of his head showing, and steadily pointed to the six vehicles over the pickup truck.

The forty or fifty soldiers of the militia on the open ground held their guns aloft, but no one fired.

They were afraid that the other side would really drag Raid down with them to hell.

"Bruce," Raed said, "calm down."

"I'm fucking calm."

Chen Zheng squinted: "But you, Mr. Raed, you bastard, have you calmed down yet? Yen? I'm selling guns, not porn! You think you can fool me with yen?"

He paused, then tightened Raid's collar even more, making the veins on his neck bulge.

"Does Mr. Hassan know you're doing this?"

Raed's eyes flickered.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing against the edge of Chen Zheng's palm. "The situation is tense lately, and US dollars are hard to come by. I really don't have that much cash on hand. Japanese yen is also money. You can take it and find any money exchange in Beirut; you can exchange it for US dollars that same day. I..."

"Do you think your dad's an idiot?"

Chen Zheng interrupted him.

"Before you tried to fool me with yen, did you even bother to find out who I am?"

"Did you ask Allah before taking my money?"

He took his phone out of his pocket; the screen was already lit, and the call interface displayed a name—Hassan.

Call duration: 04 minutes and 23 seconds.

The phone call was connected from the moment the standoff began.

hey hey hey...

Do you really think Boss Chen's brain is full of shit?

Raed glanced at the screen, his face drained of all color.

Chen Zheng held the phone to his ear and said jokingly, "Mr. Hassan, you heard everything?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone before he said, "I will give you an explanation. Give the phone to Raed."

Chen Zheng smiled and handed over the phone. "He wants you to listen."

Raed's hands trembled like a leaf.

This made Chen Zheng even more curious about Hassan's identity. It seemed that the guy was more than just the person in charge of the Beka Valley...

I don't know what they said over there, but Raid's face turned pale.

About two minutes later, he returned the phone.

"Bruce".

"I'm so sorry, this was my oversight. I've already sent someone to bring you the money."

He paused for a moment, then said, "From now on, I will personally handle all your orders. You won't need to go through anyone else. I will find a way to get you another order as an apology. As for Raid, he will receive the most severe punishment."

Order?

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng's face immediately broke into a smile.

He's not someone who's easily bought off; he's simply very generous!

"Mr. Hassan, I understand. This is definitely Raid's problem, and it has nothing to do with you. You are a man of your word, and this will not damage our relationship."

Hassan's tone softened a bit: "Bruce, come visit Zahle sometime."

"Definitely, definitely, I'll treat you to dinner."

Chen Zheng laughed and hung up the phone, then put it back in his pocket.

Then he turned his head and looked at Raed.

Raed forced a smile, his lips twitching slightly. "Bruce..."

Chen Zheng frowned: "Shut your mouth. If I hear your voice now, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist blowing you up."

A soft whimper escaped Raed's throat, his lips pressed tightly together, and he dared not utter another word.

About four or five minutes later.

Three Toyota SUVs filed into the alley, their bodies painted with the Fatah logo, which stood out against the olive green paint.

The rear door of the middle SUV opened first.

A young man, about 26 or 27 years old, climbed out of the car. He was wearing a dark robe, a black and white checkered headscarf, and a Glock pistol holstered at his waist.

"I'm the richest person in the world with a piece of cloth on my head... It depends on the place, but this guy must be very rich, because Chen Zheng saw that the other person's Glock was inlaid with diamonds."

The other person glanced at the people on the open ground, lingered on Raid's face for a moment, and then looked at Chen Zheng.

"Mr. Bruce Hassan asked me to deliver this."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head slightly towards the two people behind him.

The two men carried the boxes up and placed them side by side on the ground in front of Chen Zheng's feet. They took two steps back and stood with their hands at their sides.

Chen Zheng gave Khalid a wink.

Khalid came over to check.

Inside the box were stacks of US dollars, in hundred-dollar denominations, wrapped in transparent plastic film, and in stacks of ten thousand dollars, neatly stacked. Khalid examined them carefully under the sun.

Chao Chenzheng nodded.

"Thank you very much. Mr. Hassan is the most law-abiding person I have ever met, but there are always a couple of bad apples that spoil the whole bunch."

Raed, who was standing nearby, turned green with rage when he heard this!

Fuck!

This Asian guy deserves to die!

"I..." Raed was about to explain.

The young man turned around and pulled the Glock directly from his waist.

They fired a shot right into Raid's head!

boom! ! !

At such close range, even a forehead made of titanium alloy would be pierced through, right?

The blood splattered, even getting onto Chen Zheng's face, filling the air with the stench of blood mixed with the splattered brain matter!

Raed's body collapsed to the ground.

The Civil Human Rights Front members behind them were in an uproar, but that was all... no one dared to rebel!

"This is Mr. Hassan's explanation to you," the young man said, looking at Chen Zheng.

Is this supposed to be a show of force?

Is the other person also dissatisfied with me?

Chen Zheng grinned at the young man, took out two hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, wiped the blood off his face, crumpled them up, and stuffed them into the young man's shirt pocket.

"Thank you, this is a token of my appreciation for your hard work."

The young man's eyes flashed fiercely, but then, as if remembering something, he muttered, "We can leave once the goods are unloaded. The refugee camp isn't safe at all!"

"I believe in Fatah's dominance in the refugee camps."

This statement turned the tables on the opponent.

What? If I die here, then Fatah is incompetent.

"I hope you'll still be quick-witted when I see you next time."

Chen Zheng smiled and nodded, "I'll tell you a skit next time we meet."

The young man turned around with a grim face and shouted at the members of the Civil Human Rights Front, "What are you all standing there for? Get moving the stuff!!!"

The members of the Civil Human Rights Front looked at each other for a few seconds. The soldier slung his gun over his shoulder, walked to the back of the truck, climbed onto the truck bed, unloaded a box of AKMs from the top, and handed it to the people below.

Wooden crates were passed down from the truck bed one by one and stacked high on the ground.

After moving the goods for about an hour, Chen Zheng and the others stood by.

After they finished moving, Chen Zheng smiled and held out his hand, "The payment is settled."

The other party's dislike for Boss Chen was written all over their face; they didn't even bother with politeness and simply ignored the outstretched hand.

"Damn it!" Gao Fei cursed.

Chen Zheng reached out to stop him, then smiled and bowed to the Middle Eastern man, saying in Chinese, "Goodbye, and may your mother cheat on you!"

"Walk!"

After saying that, he got into the car, and before leaving, he called out to the other person, "Bye-bye!"

Watching the other convoy drive away, the Middle Eastern man frowned and asked the person next to him, "What did that Asian guy mean by that?"

"I don't know, maybe they're saying thank you," his companion said.

"Hmph, I don't like Asians. I feel like they're all like rats, stealing wealth all over the world!"

...

Sitting in the car, Chen Zheng held a walkie-talkie and said, "Don't stop along the way, we're driving straight back to the Beka Valley!"

"Boss, that guy seemed to have a problem with you." Khalid's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"I'm not blind. If Hassan hadn't been there to protect us, we might already be riddled with bullets by now."

As he spoke, Boss Chen cursed, "I thought a big organization like Fatah would be polite, but who knew they're just a bunch of thugs!"

Fatah... was originally founded on violence.

In times of chaos throughout history, what difference is there between soldiers and bandits?

The Middle East, in particular, is even more chaotic!

"It looks like we need to change our sales approach. I always thought that we could find customers by producing goods, finding orders, and then producing more goods, and as long as the goods were cheap, we could find customers. That's not wrong in essence."

"But we also need to maintain good relationships with our existing clients. I plan to set up a client department in a while to specifically contact these clients, build good relationships, send birthday gifts, and send holiday greetings to help us get closer to them."

"When necessary, we must be willing to spend money to tie their interests to ours so that we can get more orders."

Customers also need to be maintained.

"Then this department's expenses will be very high."

Chen Zheng snorted, "No pain, no gain. When we can finally send money into the White House, we'll be clean!!"

Khalid laughed at this. "Boss, you've got a great idea."

Who knows what the future holds?

Perhaps it won't be long before he gets bombed to death in an air raid for selling weapons.

Doing business is not easy for anyone.

The walkie-talkie fell silent.

Sitting in his car, Chen Zheng thought for a moment, then sent a text message to Assam, who had introduced him to Hassan: "Hey buddy~ I'll be in Zahle in a couple of days, wanna go out for drinks!"

A moment later, the other side flashed.

"No problem, buddy~ Looking forward to your reply."

Chen Zheng smiled, put his phone in his pocket, and hummed a little tune.

……

Meanwhile, in the Izra district of Dela.

This is the front line between government forces and anti-government forces.

You can see quite a few simply dressed armed men firing AK47s in the corners!

Before their heads even popped out, all the bullets went to repair the Earth.

There are also some paid mercenaries mixed in here.

Abdullah's "Wild Wolf Mercenary Group" is also prominently featured here.

What kind of ridiculous name is that?

At this time, they, along with two other mercenary groups totaling more than 40 people, were besieging the communications building in the Izra district.

Television station, military camp, and armory—these are the three essential elements for any rebellion.

But on the third floor of that communications building, a government soldier was firing an RPK at the people below.

The firepower is incredibly strong!

The two mercenaries weren't paying attention and were riddled with bullets.

"Commander, we can't break through!! Damn it, they blew up all the obstacles outside, it's an empty field!!" the black man shouted at Abdullah.

Abdullah was also angry. He glanced around and immediately spotted the "mosquitoes" placed some distance away!

He instantly pictured Chen Zheng's face, but why did it look a bit like a rabbit? "Sir, this thing is a powerful weapon for attacking strongholds!"

"Quick! Try that."

……