From the late 1980s to the collapse of the Soviet Union, there was a joke that ran throughout the era.

When receiving an American delegation, the Soviet top brass boasted that every Soviet citizen would have a private jet in the next five-year plan.

The Americans were shocked and asked them what was the use of having planes?

The Soviets replied, of course it would be of great use. For example, when residents of Moscow heard that bread was starting to be supplied in Leningrad, they could fly there and queue up to buy it.

This also reflects the lack of supplies from the side.

The biggest consequence of the arms race was that it overspent the Soviet Union's physical strength and caused the Soviet Union to collapse due to kidney failure. Men have to endure.

Gao Jun looked at Diegoski, still feeling tactful, and shook his head, "No!"

This is euphemistic enough, if it were anyone else.

He started scolding you a long time ago, you are taking advantage of me!

Never eaten pork?

Diegoski was also very thick-skinned, so he didn't feel bad about being rejected. Instead, he said with a shy face, "Then tell me the price."

Making money is not shabby.

"You also know how much goods I have." Gao Jun also glanced at Anatoly, "Your motorized infantry brigade must be more than just buying goods. Don't hide good things, take them out, wheel them

Armor and helicopters can all be exchanged for pork!"

Gao Jun's appetite gradually grew a little bigger.

Since Diegoski can make his own decisions, of course he has to open his mouth.

"The 17 Mi-17s are not at the division headquarters. They are all in the dumplings. And I'm afraid they cannot be sold. There will be exercises soon..."

The technical content of helicopters is relatively high.

Although it is difficult to raise military expenditures now, many troops are starting to think of their own solutions, and there is a bit of connivance from above, but it does not mean that everything can be sold!

Most importantly, the Soviet Union is not "dead" yet.

"I don't need too many. Sell me two? It can be reported as damaged. You can say it hit a mountain."

"No one will believe it."

"Then let them believe it!" Gao Jun said directly, staring at Diegoski, "Tonight, put the money on their bed and let them close their eyes to sleep. I don't want more, I want two fights. It's not embarrassing.

you."

Diegoski frowned slightly and waved, "Okay, okay, you're the one paying for it anyway."

"Thank you." Gao Jun smiled and helped him sort out his military rank and wiped it, "It should turn into ears of wheat."

"Greater rights mean a bigger market."

Diegosky's eyes flashed, and these words came to his heart.

You have to be greedy to survive, you know?

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Tallinn guest house.

There is no entertainment place like this. It was late at night, except for the moon, which was bright in the sky. The electricity was turned off on the streets, but screams and roars came from the darkness one after another.

Public security...

It has already collapsed.

In order to protect his "cargo", Diegoski had an entire company stationed at the port with weapons to prevent "poor" people from robbing it.

Just for a bite to eat, some jokes are always made.

At this time, Gao Jun stood at the window and called on the phone, saying in Arabic with his feet raised, "Hello, Mr. Nasser."

He has been practicing Arabic hard recently, and he discovered that he actually has some language talent.

I only know two or three sentences, and the rest has to be in English.

"Where am I? Hahaha, you'd never guess it. I'm on vacation in Alaska, yes, Alaska in the Soviet Union, hahahaha." Gao Jun was talking about running a train.

"You want me to deliver the goods in advance. This is very difficult. You know, I have to restock the warehouses around the world."

Nasser on the phone: "I'll give you an extra $50,000!"

"No problem, it doesn't matter whether it's money or not. I just remembered that I still have a batch of goods. Do you want Soviet tanks?"

"The Iraqis have tanks, and the only thing that can deal with magic is magic. The ones made by the Soviet Union are absolutely tough. I asked them to install reactive armor. By then, no shells can explode, and they can't fire? It's very simple. Step on the accelerator and see

If you hit someone, hit him in the face with the cannon and scare him to death!"

Nasser was a little tempted by these words, "It would be great if someone could teach us how to drive a tank."

Gao Jun's expression changed.

See, this is business!

Young people must take the initiative.

"Teaching tanks? You can ask me for that."

Nasser was surprised, "Can you drive?"

"The needs of customers are our pursuit. We must not disappoint a customer. I won't, but there are people in our company who can. However, the tuition fee..."

"How about $1,000 per person!"

This money is really not much. Think about it, when you take the driver's license test, you will be "dead" for a long time if you encounter three exercises, let alone driving a tank. If you encounter African Nico's IQ, my God, you will still be

Just carry the tank.

Gao Jun thought for a moment, "Okay, I'll deliver the goods to you as soon as possible. Will it be in November?" He looked at his watch and said, "It only takes a few days."

"That's right, I have prepared a lot of good things this time and I won't let you down. Okay, that's it, goodbye."

He hung up the phone, threw the satellite phone on the bed, and shook his head, "Rich people have no concept of contracts at all."

"It seems we can't go to Africa anymore." Gao Jun said to Umbrella, "We have to go to Saudi Arabia again!"

He originally planned to go to Africa to see if there was a market.

Who knew that old customers would be so sticky?

"Boss, I'm afraid it's difficult to transport so many weapons." Umbrella thought for his sake. The cargo was too big to be smuggled. How could it be transported by plane? Not to mention, the weight of a tank could transport a Boeing series

Overwhelmed.

Gao Jun sat on a chair and thought, "Since smuggling is not possible, then let's do it openly.'

Umbrella was a little confused.

"Register a company and apply for a weapons exhibition in Saudi Arabia, but you have to get the endorsement of a larger company."

This is the only thing he can think of.

"Look for Taylor!" Gao Jun thought of the fat guy in Jubail. This guy had a very deep background.

I don't know what to do in a small town.

But Gao Jun always felt that this should be an industrial chain, or an organization, and there were other people besides him.

"Where is the business card he gave me?" Gao Jun took out the handbag he carried and rummaged through it. The more you want to look for some things, the more you can't find them. If you don't care, you won't know when to jump.

Out.

After pouring out all the contents of the handbag, I finally found the business card stuck in the small inner pocket of the bag.

Just as I was about to take out my phone, I thought for a moment that the time here was almost 4 hours, it was almost eight or nine o'clock, and it was already early in the morning for the other party, so I'd better not disturb the other person's sweet dream.

There's no rush anyway.

Sitting on the bed, Gao Jun raised his head and said, "Can you drive a tank?"

"Uh, no..." Umbrella shook her head awkwardly, "Scottis can. He used to be in the Armored Brigade, but I don't know if he can drive Soviet products."

"Should I still ask someone to drive over and teach them?" Gao Jun said helplessly, his voice suddenly paused, "It seems... it's not impossible."

Can't arms dealers sell "talent"?

As long as it's related to war, he can do it!

I'll ask Diegoski tomorrow if there are any skilled talents who want to "retire", either actively or passively.

Sending talents overseas.

Get yourself $2,000 per person, find a few employees, calculate the basic salary and performance, and teach someone $100.

Yes, we can recruit people.

Now, the Soviet army is also facing difficulties!

Umbrella looked at Gao Jun and always felt that the boss's expression...
Chapter completed!