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Chapter 60 He just threw away two pieces of gold! (Please subscribe for the first time!!!)

Nabil's expression turned serious as he heard the names being called out.

Nabil grabbed Assam's hand and shook it hard. "Your family are true warriors, God bless them!"

Who knows who they are?

How many people are martyred for God each year?

Do we still need you?

The main reason is that Abu's Fatah has a relatively high-ranking position among its members in the Bekaa Valley.

Nabil released his grip and turned to Saif.

"Sir, I'll vouch for this order."

He spoke with absolute confidence, “You should know my skills in Zahle. I’ve been a middleman for 20 years, handling at least 80 or 100 deals, and I’ve never had a mistake.”

Saif glanced at him.

Safety is paramount in the gray market!

He had certainly investigated Nabil Taha, who had a good reputation in Zahle.

As for honey traps?

Of course it's possible.

But what other options are there?

Libya's current situation is far more difficult than anyone imagined.

Several major arms dealers who had previously cooperated with us are now unwilling to offend the Western world. When we call them, as soon as they hear it's an order from Libya, they either hang up immediately or stammer that "our inventory is tight and we can't supply you right now."

It's not that there's a shortage of inventory, it's that we're afraid of offending people.

Those businessmen in suits and ties, who say "business is business," are actually more shrewd than anyone else.

The Gaddafi family is now a thorn in the side of the West; whoever takes on a deal for Libya is seen as going against NATO.

This is a fair calculation.

So now, all he can do is use these underground channels.

Thinking of this, Saif felt a pang of desolation.

How could I have ever looked down on a garbage dealer like that?

At that time, he lived in a mansion in the 16th arrondissement of Paris, drove a Ferrari, dated supermodels, and spent money like water.

What now?

Now he's squatting in a run-down café in Zahle, haggling with an Asian arms dealer over something called a "foam board drone."

Times are different.

In the past, Boss Chen would have had to lick his toes!

Anyone with eyes can see that Libya may not be able to survive this, and my father has been in a bad mood lately.

After all—Saddam Hussein, who was the last one to be ganged up on by a group of people, should be almost in elementary school by now, right?

He was too lazy to say anything more and simply nodded.

"Okay, it's settled then."

Saif turned around and gestured with his chin toward the bodyguard behind him.

The burly bodyguard understood, bent down, picked up a black metal briefcase from beside his feet, and placed it on the table.

With a click, the box buckle popped open, but the lid blocked everyone's view.

Saif took something out of the box with both hands and casually tossed it onto the table.

Clang!

The dull thud echoed through the quiet café.

The old wooden tabletop trembled, and the water in the teacup sloshed, spilling a few drops.

What the hell!

bullion?!!!

It was pressed down on the table, causing the table legs to creak slightly.

Not to mention Khalid, even the well-informed Nabil's eyelids twitched.

Saif took a second one out of the box and threw it on the table as well.

Clang!

Two gold bars lay side by side on the table, taking up most of the surface.

Under the dim lights of the café, the gold bar's surface reflected a certain... B-class style!

"This is London gold."

Saif leaned back in his chair. "One weighs 12.5 kilograms, two weigh 25 kilograms."

He held up one finger, "Today is March 2011, the price of gold in London is over $1400 per ounce, and about $400 per kilogram."

Tens of thousands of US dollars. 25 cm, two of them would be about 100 million US dollars.

Chen Zheng swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

I'd heard long ago that the Gaddafi family was extremely wealthy!

Publicly available official reserves are approximately 143.8 tons; adding private and unrecorded reserves, the true total may be closer to 200 tons.

ton.

Boss Chen had seen money before, but he never had two gold bars like these, 25 kilograms, casually tossed on the table like two bricks.

Is this the simple and unpretentious way the wealthy pay?

Chen Zheng turned and winked at Khalid, "What are you waiting for? Inspect the goods!"

Khalid snapped out of his daze and turned to run outside.

He rushed to the car, rummaged through the toolbox for a portable electronic scale and a testing instrument, and in his haste, almost dropped the scale on the ground.

Chen Zheng had been keeping a collection of gold ornaments ever since he obtained them from the Sheikh tribe.

Khalid carried his tools and jogged back to the coffee shop, his forehead covered in sweat.

"Here it comes." He squatted down by the table and carefully moved the gold bar onto the scale.

The electronic scale's display jumped slightly before settling down to 12506 grams.

He glanced at Chen Zheng, who nodded slightly.

Then he started using the density meter to test, but his movements were clumsy, his fingers trembled slightly, and he hadn't finished after a long time.

"Move aside, I'll do it."

I panic when I see a little bit of gold~

We should learn from the boss!

Stay calm when you see money!

Chen Zheng pushed him aside and squatted down himself.

He held the probe of the densitometer, pressed it against the surface of the gold bar, and stared at the reading on the display screen.

99.98%.

Pure gold with four nines, the standard purity of London gold.

Chen Zheng looked up at Saif and said, "No problem."

He reached out his hand, and a smile returned to his face, this time even more genuine, with wrinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes.

"Mr. Saif, rest assured, I guarantee I'll get the job done for you within a month."

Saif nodded and released his grip.

He glanced at the two gold bars on the table, then at Chen Zheng.

"I hope this isn't the last time we work together."

These words may sound light, but they carry significant weight.

Chen Zheng understood, and his words carried a hint of threat.

But Mr. Chen has one advantage: he selectively ignores what wealthy customers say.

What's a threat?

You'll give me gold, and I'll do anything except be your son.

As a business owner, you should be generous to your customers, especially wealthy ones.

"Mr. Saif, please rest assured."

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Chen Zheng patted his chest, his tone as confident as if he were about to join the Party, "At Monster Factory, we do business on the basis of reputation. I'll personally oversee this order for you, and I'll absolutely get it sorted out!"

Saif didn't say anything more, glanced at him, and turned to leave.

Two bodyguards followed behind, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching the black Audi A6 in the middle.

The car door slammed shut with a heavy thud, the engine started, and the car slowly drove out of the alley and disappeared into the narrow streets of the old town.

Chen Zheng stood at the entrance of the coffee shop, waving vigorously.

You idiot, you absolutely can't die!!!

He turned around.

In the café, Nabil Taha stood to one side, his gaze sweeping over the two gold bars several times, his fingers twitching slightly as if he wanted to reach out and touch them.

Khalid reacted quickly, pressing down on the gold bar before the hand could reach out, his eyes wary.

Zhao Meng and Gao Fei, who were standing next to him, also squinted and slowly reached for their waists.

Nabil's hand froze in mid-air. He awkwardly withdrew it and coughed dryly.

That's too stingy. I just wanted to touch it.

Chen Zheng walked back and took out stacks of US dollars from the black nylon bag he was carrying, in hundred-dollar denominations, tied with rubber bands, in bundles of ten thousand dollars each.

He counted nine stacks, piled them together, arranged them neatly, placed them on the table, and pushed them towards Nabil.

"Mr. Nabil, here is your $90,000. Please count it."

Nabil glanced down at the stack of banknotes, his eyelids twitching. He swept the money directly into the brown leather bag he had brought, zipped it up, and hugged it to his chest.

"Mr. Bruce, please rest assured."

Nabil looked up at Chen Zheng. "No one else will know about what happened today. I've been a middleman in Zahle for twenty years; I know the rules."

Chen Zheng looked at him and nodded.

Nabil glanced at Assam again, gave a slight bow, and turned to leave the cafe with his briefcase.

He walked quickly, his leather shoes clicking on the stone pavement, and he was gone in no time.

As Chen Zheng listened to the footsteps disappear at the alley entrance, he turned around, glanced at Khalid, and said, "Put this away."

Khalid understood, bent down and picked up the two gold bars on the table, stuffing one into his backpack and the other into the canvas duffel bag next to Gao Fei's feet. The two gold bars weighed 25 kilograms, one in each hand!

"Don't you think it's heavy?" Chen Zheng asked.

"The heavier the gold, the better, hehehe—"

I would scoff at 50 pounds of iron, but I would gladly accept 50 pounds of gold!

Chen Zheng said, "Don't stay here, leave Zahle immediately."

The group immediately sprang into action, some carrying bags, and filed out of the coffee shop.

Assam walked at the very back, while Chen Zheng stood at the door.

Hey, buddy.

Chen Zheng looked at him and said gently, "Do you want to come with us to lay low for a couple of days? Come back to the Beka Valley with us for a few days, and come back when things calm down."

Assam paused for a moment, then laughed.

"OK."

He said without hesitation, "I'm not busy lately, so I'm here to help you out."

Chen Zheng patted him on the shoulder and grinned.

"Then I'll pay you a salary."

He said, his tone becoming serious, "I can't let you work for nothing."

"I'm not cheap!" Assam said with a laugh.

"It's okay, I have money now!"

Boss Chen was still very vigilant. After he left, news of Zahle's underground gray market began to circulate.

An Asian guy made a really big deal – two London gold bars!

Many desperate criminals who heard the news gasped for breath and searched all over Zahle for him, but Boss Chen had already left.

It was already dark when the convoy left Zahle city.

Chen Zheng leaned back in the passenger seat and rolled down the window a crack to let the night breeze in.

He couldn't resist unzipping his bag a crack and peeking inside in the dim light of the streetlamp.

"Brother Chen, you've already watched it eight times." Li Yang gripped the steering wheel and glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"Since you left Zahle, you've been looking at it every fifteen minutes on average, more often than you look at beautiful women."

"How can that be the same?"

Chen Zheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, and said, "Beautiful women can give you sons, and gold can support beautiful women."

Wang Lei's voice came from the back seat, with a tone of lingering reminiscence, "When I was in the army, I once went to the bank vault for duty and saw gold bars through the glass. But they were arranged for you to see, small bars stacked on a tray like chocolates. Today, Saif threw them on the table with a bang. Holy crap, the sound was like throwing two bricks."

"12.5 kilograms per bar, the standard specification for London gold."

Khalid sat in the middle of the back row. "Gold bars of this size usually only circulate among national gold reserves and the top billionaires. Ordinary people will never see one in their lifetime."

"Saif was carrying two [items], which shows that the Gaddafi family's current situation is much worse than the outside world imagines."

The carriage was silent for a moment.

Some things don't need to be said too explicitly.

The situation in Libya is known to anyone who follows the news.

Starting in mid-February, Benghazi, Tripoli, and Misrata fell into chaos one after another.

Opposition forces, tribal militias, and defected government troops—all these forces are mixed together, like a pot of boiling porridge.

NATO's stance is becoming increasingly clear.

The French were the first to acknowledge the opposition, followed closely by Britain and the United States, and even Italy began to waver.

Gaddafi became increasingly isolated internationally, with fewer and fewer friends to talk to and even fewer places to buy weapons.

That's why Saif appeared at small exhibitions like the one in Zahle.

Therefore, he would always carry two London gold bars with him.

It wasn't that he wanted to bring it, it was that he had no choice but to bring it.

Formal financial channels have been cut off.

Libya’s overseas assets have been frozen, international transfers have been monitored, and even the SWIFT system has begun to cooperate with the sanctions.

One by one, Gaddafi's family's cash accounts were frozen, leaving only gold—the most primitive, oldest, and hard currency that required no one's approval—as the only currency that could still circulate freely.

"Who cares? Once this gold is converted into cash, we'll give the brothers a bonus!" Chen Zheng said with a wave of his hand and a smile.

Everyone in the car was overjoyed to hear this!

Chen Zheng looked in the rearview mirror, observing their expressions, also worried that they might have some thoughts.

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When they returned to the village that evening, Chen Zheng said to them, "You all go back to the village and rest first. I'm going up to the factory to take a look."

"Brother Chen, shall I go up with you?" Gao Fei leaned out from the back seat.

"No need, you go back first and let Khalid arrange tents for you so you can get a good night's sleep."

Chen Zheng patted the car door, "I'm exhausted these past few days."

Gao Fei nodded and didn't insist any further.

The pickup truck turned around and drove down the gravel road, its taillights fading into the night until they disappeared behind the olive grove.

Chen Zheng stood in the open space, the beam of his flashlight sweeping around the area.

He turned around, walked to the cave entrance, and reached out to push aside the gray-green vines.

He squeezed in sideways, the flashlight illuminating the passage. The rocks on the cave walls gleamed with a grayish-black sheen under the flashlight beam, some places clung to water droplets that glistened in the light.

Damn it, when are they going to put up some reflective strips, the kind you see on the street?

Hearing footsteps, Four-Eyes turned his head.

"Boss," he called out.

"Four-Eyes, come here for a second."

Chen Zheng led the four-eyed man to the side room.

It was called a side room, but it was actually a natural depression at the very back of the cave. Inside was a safe. After stuffing his gold inside, Chen Zheng said to Four-Eyes, "I got an order, but the client wants the mosquito to have GPS, a display screen, and a 200-gram hanging compartment, in addition to the mosquito. Can you make a materials list?"

Four-Eyes pushed up his glasses. "Boss, what's the budget?"

Chen Zheng struggled for a moment, torn between his conscience and the lure of money. One side, dressed like an angel, told him, "2000 US dollars, you've made a good profit, don't be too greedy!"

Another devil said, "Abandon morality, and you can earn even more!!!"

"Can I get it for around 100?"

The four-eyed man looked up. "US dollars?"

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up. "Can I use RMB?"

The four-eyed man just stared at him, staring straight at him, until Boss Chen finally coughed awkwardly, "Fine, $100, see what good materials you have."

"Boss, mosquito type 1 is $30, and mosquito type 2 is $100. The investment has more than tripled."

Oh shit!

That's sarcastic and unpleasant!

Chen Zheng blushed, "You reap what you sow. Okay, just tell me what you want in terms of specifications. It needs GPS, it needs a display screen..."

It should also be able to carry 200 grams, and preferably the external packaging should be of slightly better quality.

Four-Eyes frowned, and after a long pause, he finally said, "Boss, how about something from the early 2000s?"

Chen Zheng hurriedly replied, "Of course! Think about it, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure. Drones are all old stuff, aren't they all treasures?"

"The old thing is quite succulent!"

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