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

Chapter 65 I Have a Dream~~

The next afternoon at Hong Kong Airport.

Super Cargo Station No. 1.

The cargo plane was parked on the tarmac, and ground crew drove trailers back and forth under the fuselage, while forklifts unloaded standard aviation pallets from trucks and transported them to the lifting platform truck.

Chen Zheng stood on the side of the cargo hold, with the stall owner standing next to him, holding a thick stack of invoices in his hand, the sweat on his forehead reflecting the afternoon sun.

"Boss Diao, this is set number 3300."

"The motors, ESCs, flight controllers, GPS, image transmission, screen, and batteries have all been provided according to the list."

Chen Zheng took the delivery slip, glanced at it, and saw that the numbers matched. "Is everything alright with this shipment?"

"Don't worry, Boss Diao. I personally oversaw the fulfillment of this batch of goods. Not a single item will be missing. We're doing this for the long term, so I wouldn't dare to mess things up, hahaha."

Oh my god~ If you're not going to do long-term business, then you're selling counterfeit goods?

At that moment, Li Yang walked over and nodded at him.

Chen Zheng turned his head and looked at the stall owner.

"Mr. Zhou, will a check do?"

"sure."

Chen Zheng took out his checkbook from the inside pocket of his coat, paused on the paper with his pen, and then wrote furiously.

He wrote the amount in the amount column, signed his name, tore off the check, and handed it over.

"This is a cheque from Masri Bank."

He smiled and said, "They have a branch in Hong Kong, I think it's in Central."

"You can check it out," Chen Zheng said considerately.

He's not a terrorist, so of course he wouldn't default on his payment. Masri Bank also has branches in Beirut, and he laundered his previous cash there before he came!

That's enough to pay for it.

The stall owner nodded sheepishly, took out his phone from his pocket, and prepared to start asking questions.

For a business deal involving hundreds of thousands of dollars, one should be cautious.

Suddenly, at that moment, Chen Zheng's cell phone vibrated in his pocket.

The birds were so startled that they couldn't help but raise their heads, and surprisingly, it felt quite comfortable.

He took it out and saw that it was a call from Khalid.

Boss Chen raised an eyebrow, thinking something had happened, and quickly answered, "Hello, what's up?"

But on the other end of the phone, Khalid's voice was very low: "Boss, there have suddenly been more Israeli patrols."

"They seem to be investigating those Israelis we killed before."

Chen Zheng tightened his grip on the phone.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

There are plenty of dead people in the world, what's the big deal about a few rotting squid dying?

Boss Chen has always liked this saying: "A man who can remain calm and collected despite having a thunderous presence in his heart is worthy of being called a general!"

He smiled at the stall owner, raised his chin, and waved his phone in acknowledgment. The stall owner, understanding the gesture, smiled and said, "Boss Diao, you're busy now, we'll talk next time," before turning and walking towards the freight station.

On the other end of the phone, Khalid was still saying, "Boss, I'm worried—did anything from what happened that night leave any trace?"

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"What are you talking about?"

Mr. Chen asked calmly, "Is that true? Did you eat too much squid and are hallucinating?"

"What does this have to do with us?"

"When have we ever done something like this?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

There was silence for a full three seconds.

Then Khalid's voice rang out again, his panic subsided considerably, "Yes, yes, I also think I ate too much squid. I ate a whole bowl of it last night, and after eating it I had a nightmare. It was a terrible dream, and when I woke up my neck was stiff."

"Then you should go to bed early tonight, don't stay up late all the time, or you'll get impotent."

"Understood, boss."

"What's the matter? We'll talk about it when I get back."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Boss Chen saw Assam looking over, so he smiled and shook his head, "It's nothing, Khalid just got a pimple on his butt and asked me what to do."

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Wang Defa?

Li Yang stared at Chen Zheng in astonishment.

"Call Boss Huang and ask him where he is. Send it over as soon as possible; we need to go back."

"Okay, I'll call and ask."

Li Yang walked to the side and bombarded the microphone with questions: "Boss Huang, where are you?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was urgent and chaotic: "We're here! We're here! We're really here! My truck is already in the freight station, look, look—"

Li Yang stood on tiptoe and peered toward the entrance of the freight station. Sure enough, he saw an extended container truck turning into the gate. The front of the truck was dark blue, and he could vaguely see Boss Huang's round face behind the windshield, craning his neck to look out.

"Okay, I see you, hurry up."

Li Yang hung up the phone, turned around and called out to Chen Zheng, "Brother Chen, the person has arrived."

Chen Zheng was standing in the shadows on the side of the cabin, chatting casually with Assam. When he heard Li Yang's voice, he looked up at the cargo terminal, nodded, and continued talking to Assam.

"Let me tell you, once we get that scrap metal smelting equipment up and running when we go back this time, we'll be able to cut our raw material costs by a lot. We won't have to rely on others anymore. From scrap steel to finished products, we'll have the whole chain in our own hands. Nobody can hold us back on materials."

"The waste recycling channel isn't so great—"

Chen Zheng flicked his cigarette ash. "Most of the refugees are on the north bank of the Yarmouk River. People are a resource. Syria is currently at war. Let those refugees go and collect scrap metal, cooperate with the Sheikh, and let that old man taste some sweetness. He will definitely help in return."

Assam nodded. "The old man has tasted the sweetness of armed force. There are three hundred AKMs in the tribe. Now, those armed men outside have to pay protection money properly when they enter the tribe. He is much more assertive as the chief than before."

"That old man was so stubborn. What is the essence of power? At the bottom, it's violence. Is it love and peace? You only have a loud voice if you have guns and men. What do you think those people sitting at the UN are for? They're the ones with the hardest fists!"

"Once the scrap metal distribution channel is established, we can figure out how to increase our sales volume. Right now, we only have the AKM and the Mosquito, so we can only focus on volume. What's the most expensive individual weapon on the battlefield right now?"

Upon hearing Chen Zheng's question, Assam replied directly, "9K338Igla-S, known in the West as SA-24 'Troublemaker,' is a long-term buyer of milk tea shops in the Bekaa Valley, fetching $1.8 per unit, while other forces on the black market are offering up to $2.5!"

"Do you really think we can develop something like this right now? We don't have the capability for optical or infrared sights. Is there anything else?"

Assam pondered for a moment, "The black market price for an HK417 marksman rifle is $5000 to $7000!"

The image of that gun immediately came to Chen Zheng's mind; the Germans' aesthetic sense was undeniable.

"We can skip the scope and just make the bottom part; the price will just be cheaper," Assam said.

"That makes sense. Let's go back and figure out a way to take it down! Who the hell can afford a $5000 German product? Our Monster Factory's motto is to make weapons affordable for everyone!"

This dream is truly magnificent!

As the two were chatting, the container truck stopped not far from the tarmac. Boss Huang jumped out of the driver's seat, nearly losing his balance, and steadied himself by holding onto the door. He turned and shouted to the young man in the passenger seat, "Bring me the document bag! Hurry up!"

He jogged over, beads of sweat glistening in the afternoon sun, his face jiggling with each step. When he reached Chen Zheng, he braced himself on his knees, panting for a few breaths, and said with a smile, "Boss Diao, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

Chen Zheng smiled and extended his hand: "No rush, no rush, Boss Huang, it's fine as long as the goods arrive."

Boss Huang grasped his hand and shook it vigorously. With his other hand, he waved behind him, and the young man ran over carrying a file bag. Boss Huang took the file bag from him, unzipped it, and pulled out a thick stack of receipts.

He flipped through the documents page by page. "This is the equipment list. It's for civilian equipment entering the country. These are the certificates and documents."

"Boss Huang is really quite capable," Chen Zheng couldn't help but exclaim when he saw the label "civilian equipment."

Local big shots are different. Don't be fooled by the fact that Boss Huang was riding a little electric scooter when we met yesterday; he seems to be a hidden big shot.

It's not easy to drive a car into the airport.

Yeah, who would write "I'm awesome" on their forehead?

The last general this awesome was surnamed Yu.

Mr. Huang smiled and said, "It's all thanks to my friends who give me a living."

"Let's install it." Chen Zheng gestured with his chin toward the container truck.

Mr. Huang responded, turned and ran a few steps towards the container truck, waving to the driver and the young man: "Unload! Unload! Where's the forklift? Call the forklift over!"

The truck's cargo door opened, revealing two wooden crates stacked inside. The crates were made of fumigated solid wood planks nailed together, with sheet metal wrapped around the four corners, and several straps tied together horizontally and vertically.

The words "Handle with care" were written in large black marker on the side of the wooden box.

The forklift drove over, its forks inserting into the gaps in the pallet at the bottom of the wooden crate. The creaking sound of the hydraulic lift was particularly clear on the empty tarmac.

Chen Zheng squinted for a while, then turned his head and saw Boss Huang standing next to him, holding a bottle of mineral water and gulping it down. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and water spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped down his chin.

"Boss Huang."

Boss Huang put down the water bottle, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said, "Boss Diao, what is it?"

Chen Zheng took out his checkbook from his pocket, turned to a new page, uncapped his pen, paused on the paper for a moment, and then wrote quickly. He wrote the amount in the amount column, signed his name, tore off the checkbook, and handed it over.

"Two hundred thousand for two units, plus the accessories we agreed on before, that's all the money in there."

Mr. Huang took the check with both hands, glanced at it, and his smile deepened. He carefully folded the check, put it in the inside pocket of his jacket, and patted it to make sure it wouldn't fall out.

"Boss Diao is straightforward."

He reached out and shook hands with Chen Zheng again, this time gripping his hand tighter than before: "If you need anything in the future, just call me anytime. No matter what kind of equipment it is, as long as you can name it, I, Lao Huang, will find it for you. Uh-uh-uh—except for military supplies, hahaha."

Chen Zheng smiled and patted the back of his hand: "Definitely, definitely, Boss Huang, I will definitely use this line of yours for a long time."

A forklift transferred two wooden crates from the container truck to a lifting platform truck. The platform truck slowly rose, and ground staff at the cargo hatch waved fluorescent batons to guide the platform truck to align with the hatch.

The wooden crates were pushed into the cargo hold and placed alongside the neatly stacked cardboard boxes, secured with straps to hooks on the bulkhead.

By the time everything was settled, the sun was already setting.

After checking his watch, Chen Zheng instructed Khalid to inform the crew to return to Beirut that evening.

This trip was very rushed; I only stayed for three days.

no way--

Delivery needs to be made within one month!

Chen Zheng was also eager to see the Monster Factory's products shine on the battlefield in Central Africa.

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