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

Chapter 62 Boss! I can't handle this job!!!

The next day, Chen Zheng and Assam divided the work.

Chen Zheng contacted a local company online and outsourced the HK company registration.

They quoted HKD 2 directly.

NMB, that's definitely expensive!

Chen Zheng frowned. "I only have one request: speed is crucial!"

"It'll take at least two weeks, handsome~"

"I'll pay you more, and you get it done for me. I'll give you HKD 2 privately!"

The real estate agent across the street was taken aback.

The customer across from me who speaks Mandarin is so nice—so nice!

"Okay, three days! I'll get it done for you in three days! What's your name, boss?"

Problems that can be solved with money are generally not problems; if they can't be solved, then it's because there isn't enough money.

Especially in places like Baidi City.

You can speak English and I'll give it to you for free???

At that moment, Assam lifted the curtain and came in.

His eyes were dark, and his lips were a little dry. He picked up the pot of red tea on the table, which was almost empty, and gulped down two big mouthfuls. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and plopped down on the cushion opposite Chen Zheng.

"I've clarified the aviation details."

Assam pulled a crumpled notebook from his pocket, which was covered with many lines of writing.

"I contacted three airlines: Middle East Airlines (Lebanon), Arab Air Cargo, and a wet lease service called Atlas Global Airlines."

"Let's talk about the wet rental plan first."

Assam held up one finger. "A Boeing 747-400 freighter, with a maximum cargo capacity of about 100 tons, flies from Beirut to Hong Kong, with a refueling stop in Dubai or Bangkok. The one-way flight time is about 9 to 10 hours. Wet leasing means that the aircraft, fuel, cabin crew, maintenance, and insurance are all included. You just need to tell them what you want to transport, and you don't have to worry about anything else."

"What about the price?" Chen Zheng asked.

"One-way wet rental fee: US$15."

Chen Zhenggang picked up his teacup, nearly spitting out the tea: "How much?"

"15 US dollars."

"This already includes all costs: aircraft leasing fees, fuel costs, crew salaries, airport landing fees, air navigation fees, ground handling fees, and insurance."

As he spoke, he flipped through his notebook: "The most expensive part here is fuel. This flight consumes about 80 tons of fuel in the air. Aviation kerosene costs about $1000 per ton, so the fuel cost alone is around $8."

Chen Zheng leaned back on the cushions. "A one-way trip costs 150,000, so a round trip is 300,000. Add to that the ground handling fees, loading and unloading, and transit fees in Dubai or Bangkok, and another 20,000 to 30,000, and the total comes to over 300,000 US dollars. I made that 180 from Saif al-Islam in Libya..."

Tens of thousands of US dollars, and the round-trip shipping cost alone takes up almost a quarter of that?

"Therefore, I think we can't just transport materials; we can transport other things as well as 100 tons!"

Mr. Chen nodded in agreement.

Rural buses all know to cramm some chickens, ducks, and dogs onto the bus to make a little extra money. Since they've chartered a plane, they'll definitely bring some back, and they'll need to add all sorts of equipment!

It would be best to get some equipment that can produce bullets, such as miniature bench drills and cutting machines, and slowly and steadily increase their output!

Assam turned to the next page of his notebook.

"The second option is to fly in segments. Middle Eastern Airlines has quoted a price: Beirut to Bangkok for $8 USD, and from Bangkok to Hong Kong, that segment is calculated separately for about $3.5 USD, totaling less than $12 USD, which is tens of thousands of USD cheaper than a direct flight. However, the transit time is longer, with a full day in Bangkok, and you'll have to pay for loading, unloading, refueling, and storage fees. Also, you'll need landing permits from Thailand, which will cost extra."

After Assam finished speaking, he looked up from his notebook. "There's no need to rent for a whole month. We're paying per trip, one flight at a time."

After unloading the cargo, loading the next batch of materials, and then flying back, the entire round-trip process is packaged together for negotiation. Renting for a whole month is actually more expensive; that's a long-term rental price. They calculate based on fleet utilization and return-to-base utilization.

"Furthermore, our company's size doesn't require a long-term lease."

That's a very tactful way of putting it. Do you think you're the king of war, that you need to use military drones to transport goods?

There are at least 500 to 800 monster factories of that scale in several war zones around the world.

Boss Chen also understood his subtext, and his face turned red. That's just how people are; once they make a little money, they want to buy this and that.

Especially for the "poor," they spend money even more recklessly.

How many ordinary people can hold onto their wealth like the General of the Southern Heavenly Gate?

A group of people who were involved in demolition took the money to Macau, and when they got home, they acted like they were flying from the sky.

Chen Zheng rubbed his temples. "Then let's do as you said, charter a plane for a round trip!"

"You and Li Yang will come with me then."

Assam smiled and said, "No problem."

Flight application, landing permit, quarantine inspection, customs verification —

I only know a lot of people in Assam; if I were to do it on my own, I wouldn't even know where to start.

Finally, we found the cheapest airline, Lebanon Airlines, which quoted us $28 for a round trip.

The night before the flight, Chen Zheng and the others roasted half a camel.

It tastes very dry.

"After I go on my business trip, you'll be temporarily in charge of the business. Call me if there are any problems. Don't accept any more orders for now; our production capacity can't keep up."

Khalid nodded. "Okay!"

He smiled and raised his hand, "Come on, boss, have a safe trip!"

A group of people raised their glasses in a toast.

..

The flight from Beirut to Hong Kong is a straight-line distance spanning the entire Asian continent, with a seven- or eight-hour time difference, meaning day and night are reversed in the air.

Chen Zheng took Assam and Li Yang from Beirut, hoping to take a nap during the flight to adjust to the time difference. However, cargo planes are not passenger planes after all. The seats were hard and welded to the bulkheads. Even with a blanket, they still hurt their backs.

Chen Zheng couldn't sleep at all.

Li Yang was quite excited, touching and feeling everything, asking, "Boss, would you call this a private jet?"

"Private jets can be used for human centipede-like maneuvers, so what can we do in here? We'd be embarrassed to even masturbate."

"Sleep, sleep!" Chen Zheng curled up, closed his eyes, and began to rest.

After an unknown amount of time, Assam patted him on the shoulder. "Boss, we're almost at the Pearl River Estuary."

Chen Zheng stood up from the folding chair in the rear cabin and pulled open the palm-sized round observation window on the cargo door.

The dark Pearl River Estuary is receding, while the lights of Shenzhen and Hong Kong stretch out on both sides like two ribbons studded with diamonds.

We've arrived in Hong Kong.

Assam disembarked first, holding a newly updated list of visa-free countries/regions from the Immigration Department. He glanced at it in the guidance bridge channel to confirm that his passport was on the list, which covers more than 170 countries and regions, before leading everyone toward the arrival hall.

Upon arrival, a man in a navy blue suit was immediately spotted standing at the front of the crowd of people waiting to greet passengers, holding a white sign that read "Monster Factory - Mr. Bruce".

A white sign with black lettering, and a light gold "Iogo" hotel logo with one or two crossed letters printed on top.

He slowed his pace and walked towards the man: "Hello, I'm Bruce."

The man smiled and said, "Mr. Bruce, your three ocean-view suites are ready, with an additional 24-hour butler service and Rolls-Royce chauffeur service."

"Thank you, let's go."

As I walked out of the terminal, a black Rolls-Royce was parked on the side of the arrivals driveway. The paint on the car gleamed with a deep, dark light under the airport's sodium lamps, and the Spirit of Ecstasy hood ornament was raised. Behind it was another Rolls-Royce of the same model, both cars so polished that you could see your reflection in them.

Li Yang stared at the two cars, his lips trembling slightly: "Brother Chen, I've seen these cars on my phone wallpaper."

No prospects!

Outside the car window, the lights of Hong Kong illuminated Victoria Harbour as brightly as daytime, and the glass curtain walls of the office buildings in Central reflected a golden light.

When the car was parked in front of the hotel, it was already past 10 p.m.

Unlike the typical high-rise buildings on the market, this hotel is not known for its height, but rather for its old-fashioned and composed aura standing majestically on the Tsim Sha Tsui waterfront.

The doorman opened the heavy glass door, and a cool breeze swept in from the lobby.

The receptionist was a woman in a dark suit. When she handed me the room key, she held it with both hands, with a printed card underneath indicating the locations of the three sea-view suites.

The housekeeping manager, a neatly combed man, was waiting for them at the elevator entrance in the lobby: "The gentlemen's rooms are on the same floor, door to door, windows facing Victoria Harbour."

Upon entering the room, Li Yang unfolded his suitcase, then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaning against the window frame and gazing intently at the harbor.

What kind of flowers can you actually see?

When you have money, you see beauty everywhere, even the stinky ditch in front of your door seems like a hidden paradise. When you don't have money, the ocean seems like just ordinary water.

"Brother Chen, how much do you think it would cost to stay in this room if I got married and brought my wife to Hong Kong for a visit?"

He slapped himself as soon as he finished speaking.

"Damn! When I'm rich, I won't just find one wife!"

Chen Zheng's lips twitched slightly. "Stop talking nonsense. Eat your meal and get a good night's sleep. We'll cross the border to Huaqiangbei tomorrow."

"good!"

8 a.m. the next day.

I got up very early.

Assam was all ready, wearing a dark gray stand-up collar jacket and the Explorer II watch that Chen Zheng had given him.

Li Yang followed behind, carrying two canvas eco-friendly bags. One bag contained the materials list printed the day before yesterday, and the other contained the business cards that the company had just made.

As the group went downstairs to the entrance, the Mercedes-Benz van arranged by the hotel was already parked in the porch. The driver, wearing white gloves, stood beside the car with his hands clasped in front of him and nodded slightly to Chen Zheng.

The car departed from Tsim Sha Tsui, traveled along the West Kowloon Highway, and passed through the Cross-Harbour Tunnel towards the Deep Bay Port.

Inside the vehicle was a cargo import/export declaration memo printed that morning, along with contact information for a cross-border freight company in Hong Kong. Assam had made the connection through Zahle's intermediary before departure.

Li Yang looked at the memo sheet three times, then asked Chen Zheng, "Brother Chen, will these things be checked if they pass through the bonded zone?"

Chen Zheng glanced at the port inspection building that was getting closer and closer: "If they check, we'll pay taxes. Paying taxes means it's a legal import."

When the car arrived at the Deep Bay Port, Assam rolled down the window and handed over his passport and travel permit together.

The border control officer flipped through two pages, glanced at him, then looked at the other people in the car, handed the documents back, and the barrier went up.

After crossing the border, the roadside signs changed from traditional Chinese characters to simplified Chinese characters.

Assam glanced out the window. Across the street were rows of factories and warehouses, and several container trucks were turning out from a side road, with the Chinese characters for "XXX Logistics" printed on their sides.

I parked my car near SEG Plaza in Huaqiangbei.

Chen Zheng opened the car door, took a deep breath, and said, "It's been so long since I've smelled the air back home. In Syria, it smells like gunpowder everywhere, and my lungs almost exploded."

Li Yang followed behind Chen Zheng, his head constantly turning left and right, his eyes scanning the electronic screens and posters of the rows of stalls.

"Boss, where should we go to look?"

Chen Zheng shook his head and said, "No rush, we'll take it one at a time."

Then Chen Zheng and the others started to turn around.

In the morning in Huaqiangbei, the crowds are not yet at their peak.

From the first to the third floor of SEG Plaza, stalls lined up one after another, selling chips, capacitors, resistors, connectors, and more.

They sell screen modules; they have everything.

Backpackers pushing suitcases weaved through the narrow aisles, their suitcases crammed full of goods scavenged from various stalls, the wheels rumbling on the polished floor tiles.

This combination of an Asian face, a Middle Eastern face, and a follower is not uncommon in Huaqiangbei.

The business here extends all over the world, to Africa, the Middle East, South America, and people of all skin colors.

Otherwise, why would we say "the sea embraces all rivers"? Xiasha, Shangsha, and Shazui are collectively known as the **"Shenzhen Pattaya"**.

Big White Dolphin Sauna, Good Emperor Foot Bath—tsk tsk tsk, when there are many people, these kinds of "evil" things happen!

A young woman was sitting behind a stall, soldering circuit boards with her head down. She glanced at them as they passed by, didn't even look up, and casually called out, "Handsome, come in and take a look. Original ST chips, price negotiable."

Chen Zheng smiled and waved, continuing on his way.

After passing a few more stalls, a middle-aged man wearing glasses leaned out from behind the counter: "Boss, what do you want?"

We have MOSFETs and IGBTs, both domestic and imported, at prices that will satisfy you!

Chen Zheng waved his hand again.

Li Yang followed behind, his head spinning like a rattle-drum, his eyes scanning the rows of electronic screens and posters. He couldn't help but ask, "Brother Chen, what exactly are we looking for? Aren't all these shops selling electronic components? Can't we just go into any one and ask?"

Chen Zheng's gaze swept back and forth between the stalls on both sides, unhurriedly, as if he were picking out a watermelon.

When we got to the middle section, there were noticeably fewer people.

The front section of the stalls is the most crowded because it is close to the entrance, has the highest customer flow, and also has the highest rent. The back section of the stalls is close to the elevator at the other end, and also has many people. Only the middle section is neither too high nor too low, and the customer flow is split between the two ends, making it relatively quiet.

Chen Zheng stopped.

He stood in front of a stall, not in a hurry to go in, but first glanced at the storefront.

The stall wasn't big, only about three or four square meters. Several rows of samples were displayed on the glass counter: small motors, ESC boards, and a few flight controllers, all packed in transparent plastic bags with rubber bands tied around the openings.

There was a child sitting inside, doing his homework, scratching his head.

"Brother Chen, what's so special about this place?" Li Yang asked in a low voice.

"In business, the best spots are usually at the two ends. The shops near the entrance have a lot of customers, the owners are busy and have bad tempers. If you talk to them about prices, they'll ignore you and think that if you don't buy, someone else will. The shops further back, near the elevator, also have a lot of customers, but the owners are spoiled and hold firm on their prices."

Chen Zheng gestured with his chin toward the stall in front of him. "The middle one has relatively fewer customers, so the owner is more relaxed. You can sit down and chat with him slowly. He's willing to negotiate the price with you. And the ones who can survive in this position either have good products, strong distribution channels, or a patient owner—all three of these are useful to us."

Li Yang listened in a daze, then nodded.

There are so many intricacies to doing business!

Chen Zheng lifted the curtain a crack, bent down, and crawled inside.

The stall is smaller inside than it looks from the outside.

Shelves were nailed to three walls, and the shelves were crammed with all kinds of plastic bags and cardboard boxes, with labels facing outwards. The labels were handwritten, and the handwriting was messy but still legible.

Several boxes of unopened goods were piled on the floor behind the counter, with red "Fragile" labels printed on the boxes.

Li Yang walked up behind the child doing their homework and suddenly reached out, saying, "Choose A here!"

The child looked up. "Uncle, these are fill-in-the-blank questions!"

Li Yang blushed and said, "I misread it, I misread it."

"7

The child pouted and called inside, "Dad, a 'Seven-Headed Serpent' has come to buy something!!"

"Screw you! Show some manners!"

A curse rang out from inside the room, and then a middle-aged man carrying a rice bowl came out. He glanced at Chen Zheng and the others and their clothes.

"Boss, what would you like?"

He reached under the counter and pulled out a plastic stool.

Li Yang took it and sat down, placing the canvas eco-friendly bag beside his feet.

Chen Zheng sat down, took out the list that had been folded several times from his pocket, placed it on the counter, pressed his finger on the paper, and pushed it towards the middle-aged man.

"Could you take a look at these materials for me? What's your price quote? I have a large quantity. If it's cheap, we'll continue. If the price isn't right, I'll look around some more."

The middle-aged man glanced down at the list.

His self-guided walk started from the first line and went down. He looked up at Chen Zheng, then looked down at the list. His self-guided walk stopped at the lines "3S 2200mAh lithium battery" and "5.8G 400mW image transmission module".

"What's your surname, boss?" he asked.

"My surname is Diao."

Use the smaller phone when you go out!!!

"Boss Diao."

"I can supply all of these: motors, ESCs, flight controllers, propellers, and servos. As for the quantity you need, I'll need to check with the factory to see if they have the stock. It shouldn't be a problem."

He paused his finger on the "GPS module" line. "The Sirf III chip is mostly used parts on the market now. Brand new ones are hard to find and much more expensive. Do you want a brand new one or a used one?"

"It's from a disassembled machine," Chen Zheng said. "As long as it works, it's fine."

"OK."

The middle-aged man nodded. "What brand of transmitter and receiver do you want? Domestic ones are cheap, a few dozen yuan a set, the effect is passable, it's fine at close range, but there will be snow at long range. Imported ones are more expensive, but more stable."

"Made in China."

Chen Zheng smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket, pulled one out and handed it over, "Boss, just give me the cheapest one."

The middle-aged man took it, put it in his mouth, and then pulled out a lighter from under the counter. He lit it for Chen Zheng first, then lit it for himself. The two of them took a puff together, and the smoke filled the cramped stall.

"Motor, 22121000KV, you need 1000, I'll charge you 18 yuan each."

"ESC, Hobbywing 20A, wholesale price 23 yuan each"

"Propellers, 1045 counter-rotating propellers, one set of 2.5."

"Flight controller, KK5.5 board, I'll give it to you for 15 yuan."

"GPS, Sirf III salvaged parts, I have a source for them, 30 yuan a piece."

"The image transmission transmitter is domestically made, and one set costs 25."

"Screen, a seven-inch bare screen plus driver board plus casing, one set is 160."

"Servo motor, FPS SG90, 9 yuan each."

"Battery, 3S 2200mAh, I don't produce this here, I have to get it from the neighbor next door, it costs 90 yuan a piece."

"Small hardware such as motor mounts, landing gear, rudder angles, and connecting rods are priced at 5000 for the whole batch."

After he finished reporting, he put down the list and looked at Chen Zheng.

Chen Zheng didn't say anything, his fingers tapping away on the calculator, adding items one by one.

284.5!

He pressed it again, and it was still 284.5!

That's less than 44 US dollars.

Four-Eyes had previously quoted him $95 for the whole set, but it turns out he overcharged him.

Sure enough—you have to buy everything yourself.

The prices listed are ridiculously inflated.

In China, things get really complicated!!!

$44, while a single unit sells for $2000, resulting in a gross profit margin of 97.8%!

For every $100 sold, the gross profit is $97.8, while the cost is only $2.2.

There are several types that can achieve this: 1. Anti-cancer drugs; 2. High-end liquor; 3. High-end medical aesthetic injections.

Chen Zheng glanced at the boss and said with a smile, "Boss, the number 4 sounds really bad, and it's also an unlucky number."

He took the calculator, entered a number, and handed it to him. "If you can do it, I'll get all my stock from you from now on, at least 3000 sets a month!"

The boss's eyes lit up when he heard the number 3000; the monthly turnover alone was 60,000 to 70,000!

This would have been considered a major client in Huaqiangbei in 2011.

The other person glanced at the calculator.

"226!"

"Boss, I can't do this! I really can't do this!!!" the boss complained, pointing and saying, "Nobody in all of Huaqiangbei is cheaper than me!"

"Then I'll take another look." Chen Zheng stood up with a smile.

"Hey, hey, boss, have a seat, have a seat." The stall owner grabbed Chen Zheng and then shouted to his son, "Go and call your mother back to make tea."

"Dad, I want a Coke!"

"Go to hell! Go now!" he said, blocking his way, but still pulled out a banknote and handed it to his son. "Go now!"

The son looked at it and exclaimed, "Wow, 50 yuan?!"

Dad's so generous, this must be a big deal. Time to run!

"Boss Diao, have a seat, let's chat some more."

Chen Zheng said directly, "I'm not going to waste my breath on you. I've chartered a plane at Hong Kong airport. If you can get it done here, prepare 1 sets for me today!"

"The contract will be signed today, and the payment will be transferred to your account once the goods arrive at the airport!"

"I don't put money in my account!"

When you're a business owner, you often encounter these kinds of situations: delayed payments, defaulting on debts, running away, and even having to personally go to the customer's house every year to beg them to settle the payment for this year's goods.

Especially in the abrasive industry—

NMD, restricting high consumption per capita.

Although Huaqiangbei is a special case, I have also encountered situations where people buy on credit.

They said they'd pay on the spot as soon as the goods arrived at Hong Kong airport!

Who wouldn't be tempted?

Who can withstand it?

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