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

Upon hearing this, Khalid and Assam immediately exclaimed in unison, "No!"

Their voices overlapped, both trembling.

Chen Zheng frowned, nodded, and lowered his voice: "It is indeed inappropriate."

"The impact is too great."

"Those Mossad guys have a nose like a hyena. If they follow this lead, our heads will be hanging on the walls of Jerusalem's Old City as decorations tomorrow."

It's only because Jesus isn't here that we could have a four-player mahjong game!

If Chen Zheng were in China at this time, he would definitely be fearless and would consider it a failure if he didn't utterly vilify the Israelis.

But abroad…

If you curse today, your internet cable will explode tomorrow!

Furthermore, Monster Factory is illegal.

In a place like the Bekaa Valley, even bubble tea shops have been legitimized and become the ruling party. You're telling me this is illegal?

But illegal is illegal.

Manufacturing weapons illegally is illegal in no country.

Although the Lebanese government cannot control the Bekaa Valley, if it really offends some big shot, that person can make a phone call to Beirut, Beirut can call the Zahle, and the Zahle can send two companies of soldiers over. How many shells can its little assets withstand?

All those machine tools, all that equipment, all that hard-earned wealth—it's all going to go down the drain.

Arms dealers are always just arms dealers; they can't be considered respectable.

Let's not even talk about Viktor Bout... that guy was lured and captured by the DEA in Thailand in 2008!

He also had nicknames such as: Prince of Death, Middle Eastern Arms Tsar, cocaine arms dealer Momber Rodriguez, the biggest arms dealer in Europe and the Middle East after the Cold War.

He was also lured and captured by the DEA in Spain in 2008!

The one who should suffer the best consequences is Abdul Qadeer Jalou, the head of the world's largest nuclear smuggling network, who was smuggling uranium enrichment technology, centrifuges, and nuclear bomb blueprints to Iran, Libya, and Pakistan. He is now under house arrest and protected by the Pakistani government.

Compared to them, what's the difference between Chen and a lackey now?

This path will inevitably lead to conflict with others sooner or later!

But we definitely can't choose now.

Chen Zheng sat down, clutching his chest, his face contorted, his features squeezed together, as if a piece of flesh had been ripped from his heart.

Gao Fei, who was standing nearby, was startled and took a step forward: "A-Zheng? You're injured?"

"What happened, Brother Chen? Did it explode just now?"

Chen Zheng waved his hand, "It just hurts my heart to think about a huge order slipping through my fingers."

Gao Fei paused for a moment, then slowly sat back down, his lips twitching, unsure of what to say.

Grass! !

Assam leaned back on the sofa. "Actually, it's not necessarily true. We can't come openly, but we can come secretly. As long as we keep a low profile and don't draw attention, it'll be fine."

Chen Zheng's brow twitched, and he lowered his hand from his chest.

"How so?"

"If my boss can act as a go-between, there won't be any problem. Who in the entire Arc of Resistance wouldn't give Iran face?"

This is true.

He paused, then added, "But my boss isn't in Lebanon right now and won't be back for a while. Besides, my boss is a very greedy person."

Chen Zheng narrowed his eyes.

How greedy are they?

"Just like you."

"I call this being ambitious."

Assam nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes, yes."

Chen Zheng shook his head helplessly, at the gaze of the world!

"By the way, I'm really curious, who exactly is behind your boss? Tell me secretly, and I promise I won't tell anyone."

Assam lowered his voice, "His last name is Khomeini!"

"The reason I was able to get into this company is because his grandfather and my grandfather both studied at a seminary in Qom."

understood!

Crown Prince, all of them are damn Crown Princes!

These interpersonal relationships are really complicated, but just hearing about them is terrifying.

Some things can't be said outright, but everyone should understand that in this small corner of the Middle East, religion is power!

"So what does your boss like?"

Assam pondered for a moment, "He likes to collect anything from ancient history, anything from far away, he even has a few ancient Egyptian corpses in his collection."

BT's hobby!

Chen Zheng pondered for a moment, his first thought was to ask Yiwu for help, but he quickly dismissed the idea. They weren't idiots, how could they not see through it?

"Then I'll think of a way."

Assam nodded. "The boss is a very straightforward person. If you don't please him the first time, he probably won't see you a second time."

Chen Zheng frowned and nodded, "Alright, everyone go and get some rest, we'll go back tomorrow..."

buzzing...

Suddenly the phone rang, and Khalid was seen frantically grabbing it. He glanced at it and saw it was an unknown number.

"Let's try it."

Khalid nodded and answered the phone, "Hello~"

A man answered the phone: "Excuse me, is this Monster Factory?"

Khalid glanced at Chen Zheng with his finger.

"I am."

"I got your flyer at the entrance of the Zahle Convention Center. I am very interested in the Mosquito Drone product."

"I'd like to learn more about it. If it's really good, I'll place an order!"

"At least 500 aircraft!"

Khalid's fingers tightened around his phone. He covered the microphone with his palm and lowered his voice: "Boss, 500 units! A big client!"

Boss Chen was also very excited. "If the east side is dark, the west side is bright?!"

But suddenly I calmed down.

"Could it be a fishing scam?"

Assam frowned: "Possibly, but not certain."

Chen Zheng thought for a moment, then made a gesture towards Khalid, holding up eight fingers.

Khalid understood, released the receiver, and said into the phone, "800 US dollars per aircraft, transportation not included."

$800.

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the phone.

"Is there any way to negotiate this price?"

Khalid said into the phone, "How about this, let's arrange a time and place to meet and discuss the specific price and delivery method in person."

"Can."

"But let me make this clear first, I will randomly select a middleman in Zahle to act as an intermediary. I will give you his contact information. When you find him, bring him along to see me."

The person on the other end of the phone immediately understood.

"Do you think I'm a DEA?"

Khalid chuckled: "No, no, no, it's always good to be cautious, isn't it? You wouldn't want to work with a reckless person, would you?"

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

Khalid placed his phone on the coffee table and let out a long sigh.

"Boss, I don't think it's a fishing scam."

"If the other party really is a DEA, why not arrest them while they were handing out flyers? Isn't arresting them afterward redundant?"

Upon hearing this, Assam laughed and said, "Because the DEA also gets paid for weapons exhibitions in Zahle."

"It's said that a portion of the business negotiations within the VIP area goes to DEA, while the smaller, scattered payments outside are their KPIs!"

"If the CIA can use American soldiers' corpses to traffic drugs, the DEA can naturally turn a blind eye."

What the hell!

There's something fishy going on here!

Chen Zheng thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, let's meet."

He sat up straight: "Assam, don't you have connections in Zahle? Do you know anyone with a good reputation who can talk to milk tea shops? Price doesn't matter, the key is that they can be trusted."

Assam thought for a moment and said, "There's a guy named Nabil Taha, a Jordanian, who's been doing middleman business for almost twenty years. He has a complicated network of connections, and he can even influence the US military in the Middle East."

"He will assess the authenticity of the other party and conduct background checks. If there is a mistake, he will compensate us for our losses. If the person is arrested, he will also try to get us out. He can guarantee that."

"In this line of work, reputation is the most important thing!"

That's true.

"What about the price?"

"He takes 5% of the transaction amount, no matter what price we negotiate with the other party. If the transaction doesn't go through, he doesn't take a penny."

Chen Zheng did some mental calculations.

Five percent.

With 500 drones, at $800 each, his commission would be $2.

"Okay, he's the one."

Chen Zheng stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray. "Talk to him, then have the client contact him. The location is the Turkish bath in the old town! Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock!"

"Shall we decide on the location today?" Khalid asked.

"Call him at 9:30 and suggest a different location!" Chen Zheng said. "We need to be flexible."

"clear!!!"

Chen Zheng wiped his face and looked at Gao Fei and the others, "If the situation turns against us tomorrow, we should strike first!"

……

The next morning, in the old city of Zahle.

Li Yang parked the car on the street opposite the Turkish bath, turned off the engine, and adjusted the seat back to make himself more comfortable.

Sunlight streamed in through the windshield, making the dashboard hot, so he folded down the sun visor.

Wang Lei, sitting in the back seat, leaned forward, holding a photo in his hand, comparing it back and forth with the bathroom door.

Staring intently, afraid of missing a single thing!

Around 9:10.

A black Audi A6 turned the corner and parked in front of the bathroom.

The first two bodyguards got off.

Then a middle-aged Middle Eastern man got off the bus, and Wang Lei quickly took out a photo and said, "Ayang, that's Nabil Taha."

Li Yang squinted at him.

A white man with a beard and a tall, thin build came out from the other side of A6. He looked somewhat like a Berber?

The white man had a half-smoked cigarette in his hand. After taking a puff, he threw the cigarette on the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of his shoe.

Then he turned around and walked towards the bathroom door.

Two bodyguards followed, with Nabil bringing up the rear.

The four people filed in and disappeared behind the dark wooden door of the bathroom.

Wang Lei took out his phone and glanced at the time. "It's 9:15. What's our next step?"

"Wait for Brother Chen and the others to send a message."

Li Yang pulled out the spare phone from behind the dashboard above the steering wheel. It was a black Nokia, a candybar phone with a screen only the size of a fingernail, specifically designed for making these kinds of calls.

He placed his phone in the recess above the dial, screen down, and waited quietly.

Time passed second by second.

At approximately 9:40, Li Yang's black Nokia phone vibrated.

It was a short message with only one line: "Old Town, Nassin Cafe, 10 o'clock."

"A message has arrived!"

Li Yang took out another phone from his pocket, found Nabil Taha's number, and dialed it.

I answered the phone after it rang twice.

"Hello, how is this?"

She was quite polite, and her voice was neither hurried nor slow.

Li Yang lowered his voice and spoke clearly in Arabic: "The address has changed. Go to Nashin Cafe in the old city. Ten o'clock. No waiting for latecomers."

After saying that, he hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

He turned off his phone, removed the battery cover, took out the SIM card, folded the card in half, and put it along with the phone into a sealed bag. He then sealed the bag and put it into the inner pocket of his shoulder bag.

"Walk!"

Li Yang started the engine, and the pickup truck slowly drove out of the parking space.

A few minutes after they left, Nabil Taha and the others came out of the bathroom, but the white man looked rather unwell.

after all…

The sudden change of location does indeed seem like a prank.

But they still got into the Audi and headed towards their destination.

Inside the car, Nabil Taha turned to look at the white customer next to him. Judging from the many people he had met, this man was of high status.

It should be from North Africa.

The white man's face fell.

"Are you sure you're not playing us?"

His English was spoken with an American accent, carrying a suppressed anger.

Nabil was unaffected by his attitude, as if he were soothing an impatient child:

"Sir, in doing business in the Middle East, especially in the gray market, caution is not a flaw, but a virtue."

"If the seller wasn't careful, he would have been summoned for questioning by the DEA or Mossad long ago. How could he still be alive today? The more cautious he is, the more reliable he is, and the more he wants to do this business with you. Would you dare sign a contract with someone who just casually meets with you?"

Nabil continued, "And rest assured, I've been to Nashin Cafe. It's an old shop in the old town. I know the owner; he's an honest man who doesn't get involved in these things. The place isn't remote, but it's not on the main road either, making it a good place to discuss business. The fact that the seller chose that place shows that he genuinely wants to talk to you and isn't just playing games."

The white man was silent for a few seconds, then took his sunglasses off his collar and put them back on, nodding his chin at the driver in the front seat.

"Nashin Cafe, let's go."

At 10 o'clock, I finally arrived at the designated coffee shop.

The white man looked around as he got off the bus, then went inside with a dark expression. Khalid and Assam were already sitting inside.

They've booked the entire coffee shop!

No one bothered them.

Upon seeing them enter, Khalid and his companion stood up. Khalid extended his hand from a distance, saying, "Welcome, welcome. I'm very sorry, sir, I'm Khalid, the vice president of Monster Factory."

The broker Nabil paused when he saw Assam standing next to him, feeling a strange sense of familiarity.

"Please sit down, please sit down," Khalid said, quickly pulling out a chair for the other person.

This attentiveness softened the white man's expression slightly. After sitting down, he asked directly, "Could I take a look at your product?"

Khalid nodded. "Of course, no problem. May I ask your name?"

Actually, Lao Ha also felt that the other person's face looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before.

But I can't remember it for the time being.

The white man hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the broker Nabil beside him.

Khalid smiled and said to him, "Mr. Nabil, the following matter involves some of our company's secrets..."

"I'm going to have a smoke." The other person got up, showing great tact.

After he left.

The white man then spoke up, "My name is Saif al-Arab Gaddafi, and I come from Libya!"

"My father's name is Omar Muammar Gaddafi!!"

……