Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

The tanker that was rushing through the checkpoint was carrying pesticides. These things are highly toxic. Loading and unloading are all done at a specific dock. The people responsible for loading and unloading at the dock knew nothing about it. They were just curious why there were more Chinese people with buzz cuts here today.

These people have been here for a few days. I heard they are from another team, but it hasn't attracted much attention. Throughout the Middle East, there are employment conflicts due to religious issues, but they are not significant. They don't need to worry about people of other faiths taking their jobs.

Besides, nobody wants to get involved in something like loading and unloading drugs.

The first shipment was pesticides. It took more than 20 hours to unload over 3000 tons of highly concentrated emulsions, filling 150 tank trucks. The workers became more and more exhausted and numb as the shipment progressed.

At this point, a Chinese team took over the shift. Everyone was happy but not in a hurry. A few people with strong curiosity asked a few more questions, but they were scolded by the team leader.

Around 1 a.m., the dock was still brightly lit. The crew members with buzz cuts, who were already prepared, started working without saying a word. They were all experienced and the unloading went smoothly.

It wasn't until after 10 a.m. the next day that all 1100 tons of fuel were loaded onto trucks and dispatched.

Prince Banda breathed a long sigh of relief upon receiving the call. He had been exhausted after staying up all night, but the call instantly energized him. He loudly ordered his men, "Go, get ready, I'm in a terrible mood right now!"

He couldn't hold a press conference to show off, nor could he call princes and princesses in other countries; the news had to be kept absolutely secret. So, he could only vent his frustrations on women.

Wang Yaotang, who received the news at the same time, also breathed a sigh of relief; it was good that everything went smoothly.

The cargo ship transporting the missiles arrived two days later, perfectly timed. The unloading of 1500 small tractors and more than 80,000 tons of old grain also took a long time. Under Omar's supervision, the time was also set at midnight. Fifteen specially made containers were slowly lifted from the warehouse and finally loaded onto trailer trucks and left immediately, heading towards the Camel Southern Desert defense line.

Just as the missile was loaded onto the vehicle, Wang Yaotang received the news, and the last weight was lifted from his heart. Although even if the CIA discovered it, the trade of logs between the two countries would not violate international law. After all, his home country had not joined the 'International Timber Control Treaty', and there were people with diplomatic exemption documents secretly following on the ship. Camel could not refuse the CIA, but his home country would not tolerate them.

But wouldn't it be better to avoid being discovered, rather than causing a lot of unnecessary trouble, and finally give the Americans a surprise?

He earned those $10 billion without feeling guilty.

In fact, two months ago, relevant experts had already arrived at Camel to select a suitable log base for them and started construction. The location is on the edge of the desert, 450 kilometers south of Riad, and it is named Sulayil Log Base.

The official claim was that it was to build a military base, and the objective was not explicitly stated as being to counter Saddam Hussein, but it was clear to everyone that this did not attract much attention.

It is indeed a military base, and it is indeed a response to Saddam Hussein; the only difference is the weapons used.

The camel overcame countless hardships to bring back these precious scriptures, so the level of importance attached to them was paramount. The expert team from their hometown did their best to meet any requests they had, and the first thing built on the construction site was a row of barracks specifically for the experts to live in.

All rooms are private, with en-suite bathrooms and 24-hour air conditioning. In case the experts were unaccustomed to the climate or Middle Eastern food, a dedicated team of Chinese chefs was also provided, and there was wine and pork served…

The benefits were top-notch, making the experts feel embarrassed, as they didn't even have such conditions back in their hometowns.

As it turns out, camel workers are not incapable of working overtime, and their work efficiency is not always so low. As long as there is enough attention from above, speed and quality can be improved.

After all, it's not a democratic country...

In two months, the underground part of the base was completed, including a specially designed air conditioning system. After all, these are camels, and without an air conditioning system, the temperature and humidity of the storage warehouse simply cannot be controlled.

The logs were transported to the base, and a professional team that flew in at the same time arrived two days in advance to start assembling them immediately. Just as the first 30 logs were assembled, the second batch of 30 logs arrived at the same location.

At this point, the CIA, who had been keeping a close eye on the camels, finally realized something was wrong.

The military base is fine, but what makes you need to transport supplies in such a short time in more than 80 large transport trucks? Don't tell us that it's full of whole roasted lambs!
In particular, 60 of the trucks have trailers that are over 20 meters long, and their design makes you feel powerful just by looking at them.

Putting the four elements of 'trailer', 'over 20 meters', 'hometown', and 'military' together, and then thinking about Camel's recent stirring up trouble in New York, a picture can easily form in one's mind.

Therefore, avoid making associations!

The news reached CIA headquarters immediately. It was time to retaliate against those incompetent and lazy officials in the country!
Once a target is identified, the investigation becomes much simpler. After the cargo ship arrives in the Persian Gulf, it has been handled by too many people. Once the information from all sides is gathered, the problem can be identified immediately. The CIA immediately focused its suspicions on the logs.

Just thinking about 60 large semi-trailer trucks makes my head spin; that number...

What does your camel want to do?
Is this an attempt to wipe out Israel?
The Washington Post immediately published the report: "The home country traded a large number of strategic weapons of mass destruction, including East 3 logs with a range of 2800 kilometers!"

The news caused an immediate uproar.

The UAE, Oman, Jordan, and even Saddam Hussein called: No, bro, are you serious?!
Did you really get so many thick and hard good things?
Are we still brothers? How can I not share good things with my buddies?

It's not good to eat alone!
Since they are all brotherly countries, simply making phone calls wouldn't suffice. He immediately contacted his royal brothers to inquire about the situation.

At this point, the king knew he couldn't hide it any longer, and of course, there was no need to hide it anymore.

At this point, it's the Americans who need to be worried!

The king visited the Sulayil log base several times, just to see the sacred scriptures he had acquired at great expense and to take some photos as souvenirs.

All I can say is that standing next to the log made me feel refreshed and relaxed, as if all my illnesses had been cured, and I was full of energy and had more strength to speak.

The person who was most excited when he saw the Washington Post report was Prince Banda. Finally, he didn't have to hide it anymore!

My desire to show off has been burning for ages!
He had never been so eager to pick up the princes at the airport, and his smile had never been so radiant when he saw the princes from his brother country!
Brothers, I've missed you all so much!

Dubai prince Bin Rashid Al Maktoum, who is the same age as Prince Banda, instinctively felt something was wrong as he felt the strength of Prince Banda's embrace.

Yes, we're all the same age, have similar status, and get along well on a daily basis, but when have you ever been this enthusiastic?

Moreover, he had come to him to inquire about the situation and needed his help.

Twelve out of ten things are wrong!

Releasing Maktoum, Prince Banda grabbed his shoulder and said with a smile, "How did you know I personally oversaw the entire log procurement process?"

Marko's expression twisted slightly. No, I'm not in any problem yet!

How could you just come up and use your ultimate skill right in my face!
Maktoum immediately understood that he had walked right into the line of fire and become Banda's tool for showing off.

Without saying a word, he broke free from Banda's hands and shouted, "Tell the plane not to go into the hangar! Go back! Go back immediately!"

He already knew the information he wanted to know, and he didn't want to see his brother's ugly, pretentious face at all.

Pooh!
nausea!

How could Prince Banda let him go? He laughed loudly and grabbed Maktoum in a tight hug, his smile gradually turning sinister.

“You must really want to know the inside story of this deal, right, my brother?”

"No, I don't want to know at all!" Maktoum struggled violently.

"No, you want to know! Hahahaha—" Prince Banda dragged and pulled him toward the airport exit. Maktoum struggled violently, as helpless as a girl being kidnapped by a brute.

Maktoum's subordinates were caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to stop him or not, and were holding their heads in confusion.

Along the way, Maktoum shed bitter tears: You beast!

Once pulled into the car, Prince Banda immediately began to recount the entire incident, how he had the foresight to choose Wang Yaotang as the middleman at a glance, how he secretly investigated him, how Wang Yaotang made excuses after their meeting, and how he persuaded him.

Then he devised a plan to attract attention to Omar's expedition and secretly brought his father to his hometown.

Then he demonstrated his prowess in the negotiations, persuading his hometown to conduct a live-fire exercise for him. He described his bravery, personally experiencing the explosion firsthand and filming the entire process.

Finally, he devised a clandestine method of transporting goods, causing chaos in New York and making the CIA hesitant to act... Ultimately, through his brilliant and skillful operation, he was able to completely wipe out the East 3rd shipment of goods to a city, shocking the world.

While spitting as he spoke, he took out the photos he had prepared beforehand and placed them in front of Maktoum, making it impossible for him to ignore them; he forced him to look at them.

To show his brotherly loyalty, Prince Banda thoughtfully enlarged a photo of himself standing at the bottom of the crater, leaning against the wreckage, and laminated it. He then framed it in a luxurious gold frame and presented it to his half-brother Maktoum as a keepsake.

Upon arriving at the palace, Maktoum looked utterly dejected as he got out of the car, his eyes devoid of any light.

How cruel!

On the other hand, Prince Banda opened his arms and took a long, deep breath—feeling great!

"Well, you can go in by yourself. The accommodations are all arranged. I have to pick up that kid Ben Khalifa Al Thani, so I won't keep you company." With that, Banda turned around and got back into the car.

Bin Khalifa Al Thani is a member of the Qatari royal family, one year younger than Prince Banda, and is also well-known.

Watching the car drive away, Maktoum trembled with rage. "Bastard, he showed off and then left."

Beast!

Beast!

Beast!

At the airport, the scene repeated itself. Prince Banda rushed over and gave Al Thani a big hug, then grabbed Al Thani's shoulders and exclaimed, "How did you know I personally oversaw this entire timber procurement process?!"

Al Thani was still catching his breath from the embrace when these words left him dizzy and disoriented.

who am I?
where am I?
What am I going to do!
Did I ask you that?

At that moment, Al Thani had not yet anticipated the seriousness of the situation.

He is too young.

They are unaware of the dangers of the world.

“I know you must really want to know the inside story of this deal, brother. After all, it’s confidential. There are only a handful of people in the world who know about it. We have to keep it a secret. But you are my dearest brother. I can’t keep it from you, no matter who else I’m talking to. Come on, this isn’t the place to talk. Let’s go to the car and talk.”

After being pulled seven or eight meters away by Prince Banda, Al Thani finally realized, "I just got off the plane and you've already tried to trick me, to ambush me..."

"No, no, no, if it's classified, you don't need to tell me. I don't want to hear it. What are you doing? Let me go! I'm not going! I don't want to hear it! You beast!"

Prince Banda dragged him into the car, closed the door, and immediately took out a notebook and stuffed it into Al Thani's arms. "This is my notebook. It records how I secretly arrived in Hong Kong and selected that outstanding man, Wang Yaotang, from among thousands of people."

No, notes?
Even a decent person takes notes!

Anyway, I'm not writing it.

Who would write secrets in a diary?
Can what's written down be considered confidential?

Scumbag!

"Do you know what the biggest difficulty in completing this earth-shattering deal is?" Prince Banda said loudly, his arm around Al Thani's neck. "It's how to keep it from the Americans!"

“My brother, you know, they don’t want us Arabs to have the deterrent weapons that can decide a war. They want to keep enslaving and controlling us, but I, Banda, will absolutely not allow that!”

"So I made a meticulous plan, using agricultural exchange activities to attract the attention of the Americans, while I secretly went back to my hometown."

"Look at this!" Banda pulled out another gilded photo frame and stuffed it into Al Thani's arms. "At my insistence, my hometown conducted a live-fire exercise just for me. I witnessed the explosion with my own eyes. Look at this huge crater, look at the area of ​​destruction around it. It's simply magnificent!"

Prince Banda's voice grew louder and louder, his expression contorted as he grabbed Al Thani's arm and pulled him away.

Al Thani tried to cover his ears, but Prince Banda grabbed his hand, and the two struggled for his life.

The magic sound penetrates my ears!
When the vehicle finally arrived at the palace, Prince Banda was panting heavily, and Al Thani leaned back in his seat, staring blankly at the carriage canopy. He was no longer clean...

Is this the end of it?

No, he still had to rush off to pick up the Jordanian prince.

They are all Arab brothers, how can we favor one over the other? At this moment, Prince Banda was full of energy.

Nothing can stop my yearning to show off...

They deliberately staggered the arrival times of the princes from different countries, all for this very moment.

Seeing their envious and jealous expressions (as if they were living a life worse than death), Banda felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life and had been completely elevated at this moment.

That evening, during dinner, the princes from various countries gathered together, looked at each other's listless faces, and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Damn it, I shouldn't have come!

Throw yourself into a trap.

But they were still thinking too simply; Banda had been preparing for this day for two whole months.

Do you know how hard it was for me to hold back from showing off for two months?

When they had almost finished eating, Prince Banda looked up and gestured, and his men immediately locked the restaurant doors. This scene sent chills down the spines of the princes.

What are you going to do!
The television turned on at that moment, and Banda's figure appeared on the screen. He was surrounded by thick concrete walls, and the space was very low. His voice came from a loudspeaker, "This is the bunker of the test site. The log target for this launch is one kilometer away..."

You fucking do it again!

But it was too late to run; the door was welded shut.

Fortunately, this time it wasn't Banda showing off by flying around like a bat out of a mold. The firsthand footage from the scene was quite captivating. After a few curses from the crowd, the footage became so engaging that Banda squinted and watched along. He watched this segment countless times, never getting tired of it.

From now on, please call me: Banda Dongfeng
These were all junior members of the Arab royal family. How could they come to Riad without paying their respects to their elders? Prince Sur had originally wanted to see the shocked expressions on their faces when they saw which 'precious' photos were hanging on the wall, but...

Banda, die!
They had already shown off all the cool things he was going to do ahead of time, leaving Su Er feeling completely stuck and incredibly uncomfortable.

This is absolutely not okay!
If the mountain won't come to me, then I'll go to the mountain.

The next morning, we flew straight to Qatar. Your 'Sul Spacewalker' brother has arrived!
In the years that followed, Sul and Banda became a force of nature in the Arab royal world, leaving royal houses deserted wherever they went.

Of course, these were all minor internal incidents. What truly shocked the outside world was the resolution initiated by the United States at the United Nations meeting, demanding an investigation based on concerns that Camel might purchase weapons of mass destruction and the risk of nuclear proliferation in the Middle East.

King Camel: Before I had East 3, if you bullied me, I wouldn't care. But now that I have East 3, if you still bully me, then I've wasted my money!
This time, the Camel King stood firm: to safeguard national sovereignty and security, he would not allow any foreign forces to interfere in the sovereign affairs of his defense equipment, and resolutely rejected the United States' inspection request.

The United States could not tolerate this, and the next day announced the recall of Ambassador Humeholland in protest, hoping to force the camel to bow its head.

At the same time, it created international momentum, claiming that its homeland might have sold "weapons" to camels, exacerbating tensions in the Middle East.

The hometown doesn't even bother to explain. It's $200 billion. If you want to sell 'Wabu,' then sell 'Wabu,' it doesn't matter.

Seeing no reaction from its home country, the Black House held a series of press conferences, claiming that the sale of East 3rd was not in the interest of peace and stability in the Middle East and would exacerbate the regional arms race.

Three days later, another press conference was held, emphasizing that the logs' range could cover the entire territory of Israel, and that this move threatened the national security of Israel, a US ally, and violated international norms.

After a series of official statements, the home country finally responded: "Why would you threaten Israel's security? Which international norm have you violated?"

This retort made the Black Palace feel very embarrassed; how could such things be said in public!

A week later, the Senate passed the 'Doll Resolution', formally condemning the log trade between China and Brazil, while also criticizing China for transferring log technology to Pakistan and Syria, as well as the transfer of defense cooperation between the two countries.

Looking at the article in the newspaper, Wang Yaotang chuckled and said, "No, the defense cooperation you're talking about isn't Taiwan, is it?"

Isn’t this nonsense!

In addition to the Black House's public statements, various American media outlets also followed suit, repeating the aforementioned remarks and extensively reporting comments such as the Dongfeng-3's "poor accuracy," "long preparation time," "low practical value," "small warhead power," and "limited impact on regional balance."

In response, Prince Banda, as the ambassador for the "Pig Sisters," simply stated in the face of media criticism, "The Dong-3 missiles we purchased have a range of 2800 kilometers."

Since it has so many drawbacks and has a limited impact on regional balance, why are you going to such lengths to obstruct it?
It's laughable to think about!

Seeing his hometown quietly making a fortune, and with Camel's unexpectedly tough stance and repeated requests for investigation being verbally rejected, Black Palace was at a loss.

Surely we can't really let relations between the two countries enter a period of stagnation?
This will be a huge blow to the dollar-oil system; the Russians will probably laugh themselves to death.

With the support of its American overlord, Israel threatened to destroy Camel's missile base, which startled the Americans, who then forcibly suppressed the threat.

Camel has privately released many details of the transaction. Banda and Sur's show-off trip was all part of the plan. Now that the outside world knows it's a huge deal worth 200 billion US dollars, it makes one wonder if there's a 'peace and war' element involved... It's unthinkable.

No one can say for sure that it doesn't exist.

The decisions made when dealing with countries that are "at peace" and "not at peace" are completely different.

Seeing that it was already a fait accompli, and given Camel's unwavering stance, the Black House had no choice but to announce that the CIA, through intelligence investigations, had determined that the logs were incapable of carrying 'warheads' and were simply conventional weapons.

As for the intelligence methods used, the US didn't say, and it's not appropriate for anyone to ask.

What else can we do?

Against this backdrop, the homeland finally stepped forward and publicly declared that it is only equipped with conventional warheads and does not have the capability to strike, and promised that the camels will only use these logs in self-defense, emphasizing that the arms sales are in accordance with international law and do not interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.

In response, the Black House praised the company, saying that its home base had maintained a cautious and responsible attitude in the sale of logs, demonstrating "strategic restraint," which was commendable.

The series of changes in the US attitude from beginning to end made Camel truly feel the difference that comes with holding the 'truth' in his hands.

Indeed, one must rely on oneself. (End of Chapter)