What does it mean to get a perfect score on the college entrance exam but then go missing?

I returned to the hotel in a gold-plated Rolls-Royce.

Suleiman's assistant couldn't hold back any longer: "Your Highness, are you not satisfied with the price?"

"Of course we're satisfied; it's much lower than we expected." Suleiman lit a cigar.

"Then why don't you...?"

"You're signing a contract, right?"

Suleiman smiled slightly and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to overlook the city's night view.

"I need to consult with the authorities."

The assistant was somewhat puzzled: "But the King has already entrusted you with full authority..."

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Suleiman, standing by the window, merely let out a chilling laugh and then fell silent.

To know.

The current king has countless brothers, but only Suleiman is still alive and holds real power in the country.

Such a person must be an exceptional individual.

The king did indeed entrust him with full authority over the arms procurement project.

But you can't take yourself too seriously.

If someone tells you to take responsibility, and you secretly make the decision, what's the difference between that and treason?

The bodies of the previous princes are still warm; Suleiman would never make such a basic mistake.

So he took out his satellite phone and respectfully dialed the king's private line.

"Your Majesty, I have arrived at Dongda University and personally witnessed the live-fire exercise of the AR-3."

"The actual performance of this equipment is exactly as we initially understood it, and it belongs to the world's top tier."

"Furthermore, the price has been reduced by the University of Tokyo, to $15 million per combat unit."

"This is all because of your fame!"

"Would you like to accept these conditions and sign the contract...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A voice from the king on the other end retorted, "Fifteen million... do you think that's cheap?"

Suleiman's heart tightened.

The king's tone seemed a bit off.

He had already submitted a report to the king before he came.

The price of 15 million was 1 million lower than their target price, so it was considered cheap.

Does that mean you're dissatisfied with the past?

Suleiman immediately changed his tune, saying, "Then I can continue negotiating with them, trying to get it closer to thirteen million. Is that alright with you?"

The king paused for half a second, then said, "My dear brother, are you short of money?"

Suleiman: "???"

"If you're short of money, you can tell me; there's no need to do it this way."

Suleiman's heart leaped into his throat: "I don't understand what you're talking about, Your Majesty."

"I saw someone selling equipment with similar performance to the AR-3 for five million."

"You were trying to fool me with a price tag of over ten million the whole time."

"My dear brother, it's hard for me not to doubt your loyalty."

Done.

The king hung up the phone immediately.

It's alright if he hangs up.

Suleiman was instantly half-dead.

What does that mean?

Are there still five million AR-3s in the world?

impossible!

That price is more than what even the University of Tokyo uses.

Regardless, the king would certainly have many thoughts upon seeing such a thing.

If not handled properly, I might not even be able to return to my country.

"Quick! Find it for me right now!"

"Where would you find an AR-3 for five million!"

"You must find it for me!"

Suleiman summoned all his men together.

People were making phone calls and browsing the internet, and their data charges immediately skyrocketed.

The phone team called almost everyone they knew.

I asked every arms dealer in the world.

When the arms dealers heard that the AR-3 cost five million, they couldn't help but ask if the other party had lost their mind.

Suleiman, instead of being angry at this insulting reply, nodded in agreement.

"I told you! Five million for an AR-3? Absolutely impossible!"

"The military-industrial complex at the University of Tokyo is very limited."

"It's impossible for multiple parties to pressure for lower prices."

"AR-3 has only one channel..."

As they were talking.

Sudden.

An assistant who was using a computer called out, "Your Highness!"

"Five million!"

"AR-3!"

"I think I've found it!"

In an instant.

Everyone rushed to the computer.

Suleiman's piercing gaze swept across the screen.

That appears to be a shopping website.

The website's homepage clearly features an image of the AR-3!

[New Long-Range Rocket Launcher Unit, Not AR-3]

Price: 500 million (negotiable)

[Click here to contact me...]

Looking at the translated webpage, the prince couldn't quite understand it.

"The picture clearly shows an AR-3, so why does it say it's not an AR-3?"

An assistant explained, "Maybe they're selling counterfeit goods and want to create that association, but they don't want to say it directly."

"It's definitely a fake!"

The prince realized this too late.

"A five-million-dollar AR-3, and on a shopping website!"

"How could it possibly be true?"

"The king must have believed the rumors!"

Suleiman was furious.

He knows the University of Tokyo very well.

He knew that the University of Tokyo had very strict weapons control.

Therefore, theoretically, it is impossible for weapons to be sold unofficially like those from the US and Russia.

Selling weapons on a website is utter nonsense.

But it's a pity.

The king was unaware of this.

There must be people who oppose him taking these screenshots to the king and speaking ill of him.

When the king saw that there were five million rocket launchers, but Suleiman had signed a contract for only fifteen million, he was easily suspicious of his loyalty.

"Your Highness, your analysis is absolutely correct."

"This is probably a false alarm."

"This website could never sell AR-3. Let's focus on the deal with the Northern Army Group."

Suleiman immediately refused: "No!"

Although it was a misunderstanding, it occurred before the king completely dispelled his doubts.

Suleiman dared not push the acquisition any further.

He knew his king well; his heart was barely bigger than the eye of a pin.

"Arrange a meeting with this seller and ask to see the goods."

"If he agrees, then we'll meet in person and expose him directly."

"Then reply to the king."

"If he doesn't agree to see the goods in person, then it proves that he's also a fake, and we can then give an answer to the King."

"The deal with the Northern Army Group will be temporarily suspended until the King's understanding is obtained."

……

……

Thousands of miles away.

Shen Ao was secretly practicing his skills on the computer at the Shangdu base.

Just at the critical moment of the evacuation, my phone suddenly vibrated.

The notification sound is neither a notification nor a text message, but a distinctive "ding-dong" sound!

Shen Ao then realized that it was AliExpress's voice.

So, with some doubt, he picked up his phone and saw a message from someone with a garbled nickname.

[Is the product still available? Do you have any actual photos? Can I inspect the product in person?]

"Holy crap!"

Shen Ao shouted it out!

"No! People are actually buying them!"

"Hurry, hurry! We need to open for business!"