Tang Dao took Lucien and his party to see the goods.

This 2S3 type howitzer was actually forced on him by Andrievich. It was made by Maozi in the 1960s. During the Cold War, it was mostly used as a stone pier. Anyway, the shape is pretty good, yellow and green.

The painting and the muzzle seem to be melancholic. The elderly uncle is the favorite of the little sisters, especially because he can occasionally fly (airlift) and take it home to be more honorable.

Tang Dao exchanged 9,000 coats for it...

"Open the cloth." Tang Dao held a cigar in his mouth and said to Robert and others. The latter quickly climbed up and pulled away the dust cover. He turned to Lucien and said with a smile, "Please

Look, you can sit in and try it."

Lao Hei muttered to one of the members of the task force, and that person used his hands and feet to climb awkwardly from the front of the car. Of course, he didn't step on it firmly and slid down, which was very embarrassing.

"Sir, please come this way." Robert held back his smile and gestured towards the other party.

The black guy scratched his head honestly and climbed in from the side. This 2S3 plus howitzer can seat five people, so the space is quite large. Robert also taught him basic cognitive knowledge inside, but it was like...playing the piano to a cow, and he didn't understand the language.

, plus Lao Hei is really stupid!

I can't even understand the most basic things.

However, this guy was still very excited. When he came out, he spoke in dialect to Lucian, gave a thumbs up, and babbled a lot. The latter had a smile on his face and said, "How much does it cost?"

Tang Dao flipped out the photo album and pointed at the price, "2.1 million US dollars, plus two grenades."

Maybe he really has a soft spot for the 2S3 type plus howitzer. Lucien's face showed a bit of thought, and he put his fingers behind his back, calculating, "Deal! But we also need something else, let's place an order together."

"Of course, let's go to the office and have a good chat? I also have a bottle of fine red wine there."

…

In the end, Lucien still lost a lot of blood.

One 2S3 plus howitzer, twenty SPG-9 recoilless rifles, which can be mounted on a pickup truck and are considered small heavy weapons, suitable for guerrilla warfare, and 100 RPG-7 rocket launchers, twenty boxes

We also need 600 rockets and AK47s, as well as some bullets.

A total of 6.7 million US dollars!

When Lucian saw the bill, he almost spit out the red wine. He stared and held the cup, "Did you calculate correctly?"

"Sir, my employees are the most professional. They will never make mistakes in their calculations. You can take a look." Tang Dao handed him the account and Lucian took it and looked through it carefully. The other prices are correct.

But this bullet says $2 per bullet!

Lucien cursed, raised his head and angrily wanted to confront Tang Dao.

But as soon as I saw the look in the other party's eyes, I gave up the idea. It wasn't that Tang Dao's eyes were so fierce, but that if you discussed the price with an arms dealer who was desperate for money, how could the other party back down? Moreover, he was afraid of lying on your back.

Whoever follows you in my ear, for love and peace.

Anyway, Luke Mazzaro gave himself enough control.

You can still save some from it.

Maybe studying finance is good for this.

Lucien and the others were unable to transport the goods. In line with the principle of serving customers, Tang Dao received another 70,000 US dollars to help him transport the goods. Security was added, and Jin Dun and his team members escorted them.

The attentive service of the Italian dignitary protection team!

70,000 US dollars for 500 kilometers, is it expensive?

"Tsk, I'm still too kind." Tang Dao returned to the office, picked up the teacup and took a sip, muttering to himself. This was heard by Robert and Osborne who were following behind. They looked at each other and turned their heads at the same time.

Go and pretend you didn't hear it.

"Do you have any good ideas to sell the goods you have hoarded?"

Tang Dao pulled out his chair, sat firmly, crossed his legs and asked, turning the pen in his hand and frowning.

"Boss, actually I think we can find an agent." Osborne's head was quick and he took a step forward with his legs against the table.

agent?

This is a good idea.

In fact, every country, from a large country to a small businessman, will look for an agent. This way they can determine their own interests and make the relationship between the two parties closer. Moreover, it is best for such people to have a certain status in the local area and be able to speak.

Otherwise, if you let other people fly in and take advantage of other people's interests, you won't know how you will die.

Like those who sit on the throne of the United Nations, who has no deputy?

They may even launch proxy wars to fight for their own rights.

Are there any agents in Somalia who qualify as Savior Corporation?

Those warlords definitely can't do it. Tang Dao and his company will not clearly support one force. How will they make money in the future?

That can only be a local "famous family?"

Are you looking for cannibals?

"Dong dong!" Tang Dao pointed at the table rhythmically, thinking deeply. The fluff deliberately growing on the corners of his mouth floated quietly with his breathing. Osborne also held his breath and looked back at Robert, who looked towards

He shrugged.

"I want a list of high-ranking Somali officials." Tang Dao's eyes swept back and forth between the two people, and finally settled on Robert, pointing his finger at him, speaking softly but firmly, "Remember, it's everyone,

Including their private lives."

Robert nodded understandingly.

"Also, contact them." Tang Dao placed a document on the table.

It read: Hayward Construction Company.

This is a company established in Tshwane, the capital of South Africa, in 1978. It is controlled by three Germans and is mainly active in North and East Africa. It helps some countries build infrastructure or provides assistance to the United Nations. It has a good reputation and a fast construction period.

.

There are so many things that need to be fixed in this airport, including warehouses, dormitories, walls, and even observation decks. As a base, there must be good measures to at least facilitate future reconstruction.

It's a pity that there are currently no infrastructure fanatics active in North Africa.

Robert put away the information and followed Osborne out of the office, closing the door behind him.

As soon as he went out, the British guy started to complain, hooking his shoulders and wrinkled his features, "Hey, man, why do you think the boss trusts you so much and leaves everything to you?"

"The boss doesn't like people who are too lazy." Robert paused and tugged on the other person's beard, "As long as you tidy yourself up, I think you can definitely give people a sense of trust."

Osborne shook his head, saving his beard from the opponent's hands, "Don't touch my beard, do you know Michael?"

"Michael?"

"He is my idol, a worker. His beard is 65cm long. I think it is too sexy. When I return to London in the future, I will definitely make those ladies scream."

"You can make people scream like a ghost in Somalia."

Robert struggled with the other person's hand and gently pushed him away, "Stay a little away from me, sir."

"Fake!" Osborne was stunned, then raised his middle finger from behind and chased after the opponent.

…

The soundproofing of this bungalow was very weak, and Tang Dao could clearly hear the movement outside.

He put his feet on the table and smoked whenever he thought about something, and he was quite addicted to cigarettes. He felt a little strange, maybe he was being cheap. He was thinking, why didn't other arms dealers cause trouble for him?

Somalia and North Africa were Italy's former bases, and the British were also unscrupulous here.

Those gentlemen don't seem to be that tolerant.

The reason why he is high-profile is not only to advertise, but also to fry some fish.

Tang Dao didn't think that the other party would share the North African market with him.

When there is a conflict of interest, it can only continue if the other person falls. The blood of capital is not just written on paper.

"What are you waiting for?"
Chapter completed!