World nuclear peace starts with the creation of an umbrella company

Hotel entrance.

"Do you really think the matter isn't small enough? You're making Marilyn Hewson so angry that she wants to eat you alive."

"Are you really not afraid that someone will hire someone to kill you?"

Natasha rolled her eyes at the naughty Chu Zihang and said speechlessly.

"Come on, they started it first, so we're right. If they acquire or destroy Lockheed in the future, we'll also be on the side of justice."

"We, the Umbrella Corporation, represent justice and carry out the ultimate judgment to end evil." Chu Zihang retracted his gaze, shrugged his shoulders and said half-jokingly.

"Justice? Judgment?!"

Natasha rolled her eyes and said, "You are such a bullshit person."

One arms dealer said to another, I will execute just judgment on you on behalf of God.

Even God must be furious!

Who gave me permission? Did I agree?!

Emm...

"Let's go, go back to sleep."

Seeing Marilyn Hewson's car driving away, Chu Zihang turned back and went into the hotel.

But he suddenly thought of something, stopped, turned around and instructed Victor, "Although the body has been taken away by Lockheed's people, you should find someone to clean up the bloodstains in the conference room. We may have to entertain the Saudi dog tycoon tomorrow."

"Yes, boss."

……

The next day.

The sky is clear and the wind is gentle and gentle.

King Fahd International Stadium in Riyadh, the capital of Saudi Arabia.

The stadium is the most expensive in the Middle East, with the ground floor connected to the central concourse level to form an artificial hill.

Between the hill and the stadium is a green area that allows for plenty of natural light, illuminating the entrance area and serving as a transition between the stadium and the parking lot.

The entire stadium is full of artistic Western architecture.

The annual Saudi Arms Fair will also be held here, with the aim of attracting major global military industry giants or arms dealers to provide advanced weapons and equipment for Saudi Arabia's national defense.

After all, the UAE next door is eyeing it covetously, and so are the surrounding Iran, Iraq and Camel Country.

Saudi Arabia has to improve its national defense capabilities, but what’s the use of even the most advanced equipment?

Its army has weak combat effectiveness and is often beaten by the poorly equipped Houthi armed forces, and is beaten to a pulp by the enemy.

This combat capability is even worse than that of the bald transport captain.

Although Saudi Arabia is rich, it is even richer than the wealthy people in Dubai.

But it is also a difficult situation for the clay Buddha to cross the river, with internal and external troubles and crises everywhere.

There is Dayi in the north, the Pyramids in the west, Yemun in the south, and the UAE dog tycoon next door who is eyeing them covetously.

In addition, the gap between the rich and the poor is getting wider and wider, making it difficult for ordinary people to survive.

If this arouses public outrage, the consequences can be imagined.

The next Louis XVI to be sent to the guillotine was King Saudi Arabia.

A few years later, the Middle East was engulfed in flames of war.

The reason is clear!

The Middle East is rich in oil, but its combat effectiveness is low, making it the best target for robbers and capitalists.

Several major forces in the world are fighting for territory here. They can make huge profits by selling weapons and taking money out of here.

To put it bluntly, Saudi Arabia is a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

The international forces behind the scenes have long been sharpening their knives, and as soon as the opportunity arises, they will slaughter sheep, eat meat, and celebrate the New Year.

The stadium is very lively today, and the various weapons and equipment are dazzling.

But compared with the arms exhibitions in previous lives, it is still a bit insignificant.

It was the eighties, what good things could there be?

It was just the same few things that people bought over and over again, which was very monotonous. It was nowhere near as diverse and pluralistic as it was in later generations.

In order to purchase good equipment, the Saudi royal family arrived at the venue early.

Wandering around major military industrial factories in various countries, I was reluctant to leave and just kept thinking about buying, buying, buying.

The sales managers of military industrial enterprises in various countries never stopped smiling, and their smiles were almost reaching their ears.

A rich man is one who is rich!

As long as the firepower is strong, no bargaining is allowed.

Some weapons and equipment are even considered too cheap.

However, just when the Saudi royal family was spending money.

Suddenly, a shout reached their ears, attracting their attention and causing them to stop and stare...

"Hey, sir! Do you need any ammunition? The kind that hits the target with one shot!"

"The kind where truth is within gunfire range!"

"The range is 600 miles, and it's the unreasonable kind!"

"Guerrilla Song!"

"The kind that crosses the Eurasian Black Continent~"

……

Saudi King Fahd Abdul Aziz was attracted by a Chinese man who was standing at a booth not far ahead and shouting loudly with a loudspeaker.

In particular, what he said touched Fahd's heart.

And the person who was shouting was none other than Chu Zihang.

Such ostentatious behavior.

Only he is thick-skinned enough to do it.

"Is that China's booth?"

Fahd, who was wearing a yellow robe and a headscarf, asked the people around him.

"Your Majesty, that's not the Chinese booth. It's a Sam Chinese arms dealer, the founder of Umbrella Corporation."

"The Umbrella Corporation that rose to fame by helping the government forces turn the tide in Ganilla?!"

"Yes, sire, they are."

"Let's go over and have a look."

Fahd's eyes lit up, he immediately became interested, and quickly led his men over.

……

at the same time.

There were many people surrounding the Umbrella Company booth, some were there to watch and some were interested.

In another corner, there were two Chinese people with resentful looks on their faces.

That little expression was like that of a wronged young wife, completely like two little resentful women who were not favored by their husbands.

And those two people were from China's Northern Industries.

I was originally planning to show off my skills and attract dog owners.

As a result, the shouting from the other side interrupted what they wanted to say.

What the hell...

If I wasn't sure I had it in mind, I would never tell anyone about it.

They both really suspected that Chu Zihang from next door had stolen their manuscripts.

However, they were puzzled as to why the people next door were shouting the same thing.

coincidence?

It was really coincidence that opened the door for coincidence, and coincidence came home.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?!

It's outrageous.

Is it because they are all Chinese that they have a tacit understanding?

But these are not a young couple or a husband and wife.

This question made the two of them rack their brains but couldn't figure it out.

But when they saw the weapons and equipment on display next door, they wanted to curse even more.

Digging grooves, why are they the same?

Isn't this a blatant business grab?!

Damn, aren’t these arms dealers so shameless?

Besides being angry and depressed.

They also observed secretly and found that there were no firecrackers next door.

This means they still have a chance!

Last time we sold more than 40 billion, and this time we brought a new type of firecrackers. I believe that Saudi dog owners will definitely like it.

"Lao Liu, King Fahd is here!"

Among them, the sharp-eyed middle-aged Chinese saw Fahd and others walking towards them.

He quickly nudged his friend next to him with his arm and reminded him, "Hurry up, get ready."

"Got it!"

The two stopped observing secretly and composed themselves to prepare to meet the big client.

Seeing Fahd and others getting closer and closer...

As a result, they vomited blood the next second!

The other person turned around and went to the next door.

_(′?L`」 ∠)Puff~

Damn, don’t keep me in suspense like this.

This is too much!

At this moment, the two of them once again turned into resentful women.

Chu Zihang next door suddenly got goosebumps and felt a chill on his back.

Chu Zihang couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

It's obviously a hot day.

Why is it a bit cold?

I didn’t cover myself with a blanket last night, did I catch a cold?!

Chapter 138: Too much luck is also a trouble

At the booth.

Chu Zihang was shouting with all his might, when suddenly he saw a group of Saudi dog owners wearing long gowns and headscarves rushing towards him.

Especially the old man in the lead, wearing a yellow robe, exuding the aura of a superior emperor.

That face looks like that of an emperor.