“47.8 million US dollars!”

This is the amount of the order. Of course, it cannot be sold so much with ordinary artillery and individual weapons. The main thing is to buy 3 Mi 17-1v, which is the transport helicopter nicknamed "Hippo". This can take 27 people, with a maximum range of 500 kilometers, which is relatively reliable in the mid-1990s. At least two TV3-117 turbine engines can carry 13 cargoes.

Good performance in the Chechen War.

The unit price of the hairy bear is: US$1.45 million.

The price given by the savior company is: 1.85 million US dollars.

Of course, only the insider knows the purchase price. Even if the tax is not paid, the transportation labor costs and so on are added together. This price is already very authentic and conscientious.

Hassan seemed to be unsatisfied and finally asked about the price of the fighter.

I always feel like he's the one who is on the verge of his head.

"According to the rules, I will charge a 30% handling fee." Tang Dao put the pen back on his suit and placed the written order on his knees.

"Of course it's okay." Hassan crossed his legs, holding a cigar in his hand. "I just don't know how long it will take?"

“It will be delivered in about a month.”

This large-scale arms business is actually very delayed. If it is sold at the national level, would you sell second-hand ones to the other party?

It must be freshly released. Even if the buyer has a request, you have to add it according to his requirements. For example, Colombia once had a fancy to the Russian transport aircraft, but he believed that the transport aircraft was insufficient in firepower and asked the other party whether it could add the bomber mode. It also required that it could achieve scale-coverage bombing.

Suka is not!

Mao Xiong's negotiation team almost had to fight each other. This is a fight, so don't think wrongly.

Negotiations are terminated directly.

In fact, this transport aircraft was successfully used as a bomber and later the Eagle Sauce...

Such weapons transactions often have to be delayed for one or two years, or even five years, such as... San Ge.

And second-hand dealers are actually very reliable in just one month.

Hassan could still wait for this time. He stood up and stretched out his hand, "I wish us a happy cooperation. I will ask the lawyer and wait until the contract is signed."

The Somali lawyer system collapsed, and elite talents had already gone abroad.

I have to go to the next country to invite a few of them.

"Maybe...it's time to set up a legal department!" Tang Dao's mind flashed, and he stretched out his hand, with a smile on his lips, "Thank you for taking care of my business, General."

"Hahaha." Hassan laughed twice and waved his hand, "You Asians are so polite. I still have to rely on you. The hope of unifying Somalia is on you." Throwing half of the cigar into the trash can, the right hand hooked on Tang Dao's shoulder.

This caused a spasm in his tail for him, especially when the other party opened his mouth, there was an inexplicable mixture in his mouth.

Maybe... this is "body fragrance"?

Tang Dao's facial muscles were tightened, and he suppressed the discomfort, so he continued to say it.

"Mr. Nicholas, I actually think you are great."

Are you... great?

Mr. Tang's eyes suddenly widened, and he had goose bumps all over his body.

You should know that black people are one of the main HV carriers, and this homosexual attraction is also one of the important reasons.

"I rarely see Asians gaining a foothold in Africa. You are too low-key, so low-key makes people feel that you are easy to bully." Hassan sighed that there are actually many Asians working in North Africa, but as they said, they have become "pigs" without fighting or robbing.

"Then you can let them bully me, General." Tang Dao smiled gently.

Hassan glanced at the little angel standing behind him. His sharp eyes and bulging waist could offend anyone in Somalia, but if he had to offend Tang Dao, he might be killed in the stinky ditch the next day.

There are too many people who want to hold his thighs.

He contracted all the arms business in Somalia for 4/1.

The two most important warlord forces cooperated and directly or indirectly participated in the war.

Since such an arms dealer does not have rights, don't offend him.

Hassan smiled dryly and patted Tang Dao on the shoulder, smiled and gave a thumbs up, "Come to me if you need anything in the future."

Who said that Lao Hei has low EQ? Isn’t these two or three sentences just a win-win situation?

If his status is slightly inferior to his, he might feel very moved when he hears these words.

But Tang Dao thought more about...

If you use relationships, you can earn more.

For the sake of US dollars, he pinched his nose and put it lightly on Hassan's shoulder. He chatted. When the two walked out side by side, they were already having a lot of chatting and agreed to prepare for a vacation in the United States after a while.

Of course, it is rare to believe this after saying it, let alone it comes from Tang Dao's mouth.

Although he is very trustworthy.

Yes, very creditworthy.

At this time, a short black man standing behind Hassan came up and lay down in his ear and said a few words. This man was probably like an aide, wearing a pair of glasses, and he was also considered cultural.

Hassan frowned, "He's here? OK, let him wait for me for a while, and I'll go." Then he turned around and looked at Tang Dao, "Sorry, Mr. Nicholas, I suddenly had something to do..."

"General, please be busy first."

Lao Hei nodded and followed the staff and left in a hurry. Tang Dao stood on the steps, expanded his chest hard, and sucked the air deeply. In fact, let alone, although Africa is dirty and messy, to a certain extent, there is no smog!

The air is not clean, but it can make people feel comfortable.

"Let's go out for a walk, let's take a look at this famous Somalia city that has been around for hundreds of years." Tang Dao was intrigued and said, walking down the steps. The employee who was already guarding the side followed, holding an assault rifle in his hand.

"Mr. Nicholas." At this time, the staff member who followed Hassan in trotted over and walked down the steps in small steps, "Are you going out?"

"I'm going out for a walk." Tang Dao said with a smile.

"Then I will take you there, and the general asks me to accompany you." said the aide.

"No need to be so troublesome..."

The staff member smiled and said, "You need to be a distinguished guest, so I'll ask someone to prepare the car." As he said, he nodded to the little angel and others, took out a string of keys from his pocket, greeted the waiting driver, and drove out the two Audis. He originally planned to call some people, but this was naturally rejected by Tang Dao.

It’s not about going to war, it’s just about relaxing appropriately.

...

Hassan returned the same way.

When he returned to the office, he pushed open the door and saw Lao Hei sitting inside with coffee in front of him. When he heard the movement, he raised his head, smiled on his face, and grinned, revealing his teeth.

"My dear brother!" As he said that, he was about to stand up and give Hassan a hug.

"I think you'd better sit, or... I'm afraid I can't help but shoot you in the head." Hassan said with a dark face, "Has he lost money again?"

Ferdinand looked at the brother in front of him with a dry smile and sat back on the sofa, "Don't be so angry, you can make so much money a year, what's wrong with me losing hundreds of thousands in Las Vegas?"

Hundreds of thousands, but US dollars!

Hassan's eyes became colder and his face became much more impatient.

Knock...

When Ferdinand saw this, his heart was shocked. His pride suddenly disappeared. He was only now that he remembered that this brother was a Somali warlord!

"I'm here to find you this time not for money." He raised his hand, his fingers moving flexibly, "Someone asked me to bring you a message."

"who?"

"Ben Longfellow!"

…
Chapter completed!