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

There's a saying in the world: No one gets up early without a reason.

Even my wife is the same way; if she suddenly gets up early in the morning, she definitely wants to do morning exercises with me.

Do you expect me to talk to you about history?

They're either sucking the penis or sucking the semen!

Abdullah was in such a hurry because he had completely seen the profits involved!

Dara City is large, but the mercenary circle is small. The news of the drone bombing the government army machine gun position yesterday spread throughout the city that very night, and many people asked him if he had any connections to obtain such equipment.

He made a profit of $200 when he sold it to Mahathir and his companion yesterday!

If this were an exclusive sale…

Then why would I hire a mercenary?

His expression was all too familiar to Boss Chen!

Back in China, this is how middlemen reacted when they first saw good goods.

They'd gladly empty their entire family's savings to sweep your warehouse clean, then resell it at a higher price to the next buyer, making a fortune.

Want an exclusive?

impossible!

Putting your lifeline in the hands of others is extremely risky, locks in profits, and limits the potential for growth.

Moreover, what Mr. Chen wants to do is build a brand.

If you only supply one supplier, wouldn't Abdullah make the lion's share?

Mr. Chen feels the pinch even if he loses a single penny, let alone hundreds of thousands...

He could strangle himself.

This is all my money!!

Most importantly, Abdullah was "too small".

Of course, there are exclusive sales of military equipment, but they are all handled by state-licensed military trading companies and through intergovernmental agreements.

Exclusivity is tantamount to binding a country's strategic security.

This is called: State royalties.

In other words, they were recruited by the government.

Chen Zheng looked at Abdullah's tense and somewhat distorted face and shook his head.

"Exclusive? Impossible."

Upon hearing this, Abdullah hurriedly took a step forward: "Bruce, I can pay the agency fee! Name your price!"

Chen Zheng countered with a question: "How much are you planning to give? One million? Or two million?"

Abdullah opened his mouth briefly, then closed it again.

So much money…

They've already gone to America to enjoy themselves.

"Abdullah, I know what you're thinking."

"I know my own product better than you do how popular it is. In the low-end battlefield drone market, the 'Mosquito' drone has at least a monopoly."

Unless, by some unbelievable reason, they can reduce the cost to below $50 (including shipping)!

Who can?

Big companies definitely won't get involved; they're serving the nation's war effort.

As for Harbourson, which focuses on the low-end four-axis market, as long as Monster Factory monopolizes the Middle Eastern market, they want to enter the market.

No way!

Unless you kill Boss Chen.

If you can actually earn less than $50, Chen Zheng will just admit defeat.

He looked into Abdullah's eyes.

"How much is this market worth?"

Abdullah was stumped by the question.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but swallowed the words back down.

Chen Zheng smiled and patted Abdullah on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous. I didn't say you can't make money. You buy goods from me, then resell them at a higher price to the next buyer, making a profit from the difference. That's market behavior, I understand. It's business, who doesn't want to make a little more?"

"But you're directly telling me you want an exclusive, which puts me in a difficult position."

"However, it's not that there are no other ways to cooperate."

Abdullah suddenly raised his head, and his eyes lit up again.

"In what way?"

Chen Zheng held up one finger and said, "I can entrust the Syrian market to you. You'll be in charge of promotion, finding customers and securing orders for me throughout Syria."

"How exactly does it work?" he asked.

Chen Zheng said unhurriedly, "It's very simple. You go and talk to those clients. Once you've reached an agreement, write them a note saying, 'This is to introduce so-and-so to Bruce to purchase drones,' and then sign your name."

"As long as you bring your note to buy a drone from me, I'll give you a 7% rebate for each one."

Abdullah's eyes lit up.

7 points.

7 points on $550 is $38.5.

15架就是577.5美金，150架就是5775美金，1500架就是57750美金。

Although he had already calculated it in his mind, he was still very satisfied with the number.

Chen Zheng raised his index finger, "I must set the market price. You can't just quote low prices outside and mess up my market in order to get more rebates."

Abdullah nodded; the request was reasonable.

"And another thing," Chen Zheng continued, "you need to give me a deposit of $100,000."

Abdullah's expression changed slightly. "One hundred thousand?"

Chen Zheng nodded. "This money isn't what I want; it's a deposit. If you violate our agreement, such as by quoting prices arbitrarily or colluding with clients to pocket my rebates, then this $100,000 will not be refunded."

Abdullah was immediately silenced.

$100,000 is not a small amount for him. Although it is a deposit, it is still an expense.

Abdullah lowered his head and did some calculations: he would get a rebate of $3850 per mosquito, and if he sold 100 mosquitoes, that would be $3,850; if he sold 1000 mosquitoes, that would be $38500; and if he sold 2600 mosquitoes, he could earn back $100,000.

Can the Syrian battlefield handle 2600 drones?

Hesitation is normal...

After all, no one can be sure how long the Syrian civil war will last.

Currently, although the opposition is making a lot of noise, the Assad family is not fighting alone. Russia is still powerful, and the war will end soon.

People's perspectives are still limited.

It's important to know that in the later wars between Russia and the Soviet Union, over 2500 million suicide drones were used!

It directly created many wealthy people in the CNC industry.

Who could have imagined that?

Maybe…

Did Boss Chen bring forward the "Drone Wars"?

But there are advantages: Abdullah doesn't need to stock up on goods, doesn't need to advance funds, and doesn't need to bear the risk of inventory backlog. He only needs to attract customers, negotiate orders, write notes, and then wait to count the money.

Even if the market is bad in the future, and he only sells 100 aircraft, the only loss he will suffer is a little less rebate. The 100,000 yuan deposit is still there, and Chen Zheng won't swallow it.

Probably not.

No matter how you look at it, you're not losing out!

"Okay, I agree."

Chen Zheng smiled and extended his hand.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Abdullah grasped his hand, holding it tightly.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

Chen Zheng has no sales team and can only rely on customers to promote his products. The significance of the "note" is that Abdullah cannot act as a middleman. After all, if a customer comes with the note and asks about the price, the deception will be exposed.

About ten minutes later, Li Yang and Gao Fei returned.

Two people were carrying an enormous cardboard box, the kind that fits a refrigerator. It was made of brown corrugated cardboard, and the corners were wrapped with several strips of transparent tape, with a few straws stuck to the tape.

"Brother Chen, where...where should I put it?" Li Yang gasped for breath, his voice trembling.

"You unlucky wretch, how heavy can this be? I told you to be careful, now you're too weak to handle it," Boss Chen cursed, pointing at Abdullah and saying, "Put it on the ground."

The two people put the cardboard box on the ground, and it made a dull "thud" when it hit the ground, raising a small cloud of dust.

"Gently, ouch! Don't break it!" Chen Zheng shouted.

Li Yang chuckled.

It would be embarrassing if it fell apart later.

"These 15 aircraft are not included in the cooperation."

Abdullah nodded, squatted down, glanced at a bulging paper bag he pulled from his pocket, and handed it over.

"$8300," he said. "15 planes at $550 each, please count them."

Chen Zheng took the paper bag, didn't even look at it, and handed it directly to Khalid behind him, saying with a smile, "No need to order. Mr. Abdullah is a man of his word, I trust him."

Abdullah's lips twitched slightly as he closed the cardboard box.

The black man walked over, bent down, and hoisted the cardboard box onto his shoulder. The box pressed firmly against his broad shoulders, as if it were welded there.

That's quite powerful!

No wonder they were used as plantation slaves back then; it's a natural skill.

Chen Zheng watched them walk away, then turned around and looked at Khalid.

"Find two people to watch this stall."

He pointed to the solid ground beneath his feet, "We'll set up mosquito drones here. We won't have them in stock. If someone comes to inquire, we'll leave them our phone number."

Khalid nodded: "I'll go find some people this afternoon. There are some young men in the tribe who are free; they'll do it for a little money."

"Don't give too much, we're not a charity."

Khalid was taken aback, then gave a wry smile: "Boss, even Allah can't stand your stinginess."

"If he has any objections, let him come and talk to me."

Chen Zheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and said, "I'll calculate my profit margin for him and see if he'll feel embarrassed to ask."

"I've lost so much money I'm practically stripping myself!"

"I'll sell you all to be gigolos then!"

Khalid glanced at Li Yang, and the two of them were at a loss for words, neither laughing nor crying.

"I have a feeling the mosquitoes are going to be a huge problem!!"

……

Two days later.

Zahle.

Chen Zheng stood at the hotel entrance, twisting his neck as he walked into the hotel.

Khalid and his group had already booked rooms in advance. When they entered the room, they saw a large stack of flyers in the corner.

The flyers were brightly colored and printed on the cheapest coated paper available at the local printing shop. The paper was so thin that it was translucent, and the edges were slightly curled.

The top left corner is marked with "Made by Monster Factory" in large red font, and below it is a photo of the "Mosquito" drone, taken from a 45-degree side angle. The green fanged monster logo on the drone is particularly eye-catching under the light.

Why not take a picture of the front?

nonsense!

It looks awful from the front!!!

Next to the photo, in bold black text, it says: Bring home a Chinese drone for a phenomenal price of $550!

Hehehe, clickbait title. Many people thought it was produced by the military because of the title.

That's how the gray market works. I didn't say it was military; Yiwu is also in China.

The lower half of the flyer featured silhouettes of AK series rifles, alongside the words in both Arabic and English: "Accepting large orders for AK series rifles, including the .47, M, and .74 models. Prices negotiable, lowest worldwide!"

There was also a phone number left at the bottom, which was Bruce's backup phone, of course.

Chen Zheng picked up a flyer, brought it close to his eyes and looked at it. "The printing quality is so bad, it'd be uncomfortable to wipe your butt with."

"Boss, we also have some really good printing, but they're too expensive," Khalid said.

Sure enough, as soon as he heard it was too expensive, Boss Chen curled his lip.

What time does the exhibition start tomorrow?

Khalid glanced at his watch: "Nine o'clock in the morning, at the Zahle Convention Center, less than 20 minutes' drive from the hotel."

What time do you open?

"You can get in at 8:30."

"Then get up at 7 a.m. tomorrow and get to the entrance early. Ah Fei, you guys hand out flyers at the entrance. Khalid, try to get a list of attendees so we can go inside and find a few clients!"

Khalid rubbed his hands together in distress, his brows furrowing into a deep frown: "Boss, isn't it too late to find the list now? There's only one night left, and there are so many people attending; we can't even tell who's who..."

He paused, then his eyes lit up: "Right, could we ask Assam later? He has a lot of connections in Zahle, maybe he can help."

No sooner had he finished speaking than there was a knock on the door.

Gao Fei was closest to the door, so he stood up, walked over, and opened it.

It's Assam.

He saw Gao Fei's Asian face, paused for a moment, thinking he had gone to the wrong place, took half a step back, and looked up at the house number.

Chen Zheng stood up from the sofa, smiling and calling out, "Assam! You've come to the right place, come in, come in!"

Assam then came to his senses, grinned, and walked in.

He placed the paper bag on the coffee table and glanced around at the people in the room—Gao Fei, Wang Lei, Zhao Meng, Liu Yang, Li Yang, Khalid, and several other Asian faces staring at him.

"I thought I had gone to the wrong place."

He spoke in fluent Chinese, “This is like a Party Congress.”

Chen Zheng smiled and said, "Come, sit down, let me introduce you."

Then Gao Fei and the others were introduced, and Assam greeted them in Chinese.

Several people were somewhat surprised when they heard Chinese.

"This is a top student, a university graduate from China!"

Assam laughed heartily, "What college student? You're just someone who makes a living in the Middle East, hahaha. By the way, what brings you to Zahle all of a sudden?"

Chen Zheng crossed his legs and said, "I heard there's a weapons exhibition in Zahle, and I'm planning to come here to develop clients."

Assam's lips twitched: "Your information network is quite impressive. I do know a few of the clients who are quite well-known."

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward: "You know him?"

"Several of them are my company's partners."

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, his mind racing.

He thought it was just an ordinary import and export trading company, doing some legal border trade and dealing in some less legal items on the side, which was very common in the Middle East.

But judging from Assam's tone, that company's background is probably not simple.

"I also wanted to ask you, is this Beirut trading company very big?" Chen Zheng asked curiously.

"It's not that it's very big, it's that it has a deep background."

"My boss is the illegitimate son of a high-ranking Iranian official, so he gets along well in Lebanon."

oooooooo! !

Second-generation Middle Easterners!!!

Chen Zheng's finger stopped on the rim of the teacup.

The illegitimate son of a high-ranking Iranian official.

It works in Lebanon.

Putting these two sentences together, they convey a lot of information.

The high-ranking official behind this "boss" is probably not an ordinary person.

He grabbed Assam's hand, clenched it tightly, and shook it vigorously.

His eyes shone like two lamps. "Please be sure to introduce me to him!"

"By the way, I'm anti-American too!"

Assam was taken aback by this sudden enthusiasm, and his lips twitched.

"My boss is American..." Assam added quietly.

Chen Zheng's expression froze for a fraction of a second, but with his thick skin, he grinned, revealing two teeth.

"Sorry, I'm suddenly becoming pro-American!"

"God bless America!!!"

……