50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 652 Deal
The fat man who greeted Sun Zhiwei at the door was none other than Agung, the logistics minister of Prabowo's troops.

When he heard his subordinate report that an arms dealer had arrived, bypassing his superiors, he immediately rushed out of his office.

Everyone says that logistics is a lucrative field, but it's also tough work.

On the one hand, he had to deal with the flooding from top to bottom, and on the other hand, he had to ensure supply. He lost ten pounds in the past few months because of this difficult situation.

The front lines needed weapons, but his logistics warehouses were practically empty. The numbers on paper were plentiful, but a check of the inventory revealed nothing.

He actually knew the inside story of this matter long ago, so when Prabovo put him in charge of logistics, he had already taken precautions.

However, once he actually sat in that position, he had to meet the needs of the front lines and also complete the tasks assigned by his superiors.

No one cared why there were no weapons or ammunition; they just blamed him.

If he fails to complete the task, it means he is incompetent or he has embezzled funds.

If he really had embezzled, he could accept it, but damn it, it was his predecessor who did it. He hadn't even gotten a penny in this position yet, and he hadn't even warmed his seat.

So now he's anxious; if he doesn't get his hands on weapons and ammunition soon, everyone above and below him will be furious.

Just then, Sun Zhiwei arrived at the door. He was truly a timely help and a lifesaver.

So, Sun Zhiwei was invited into the office by the chubby Agong, who even personally poured him tea.

"Mr. James, are you America's arms dealer?"

"No, no, no, I'm not an arms dealer." Sun Zhiwei almost shook his head like a rattle drum. He was a legitimate businessman and couldn't be labeled as an arms dealer.

Although arms dealers are powerful, they don't have a good reputation. They can do the things, but they can't say the things they want.

Upon hearing this, Fatty Agong's face immediately fell, as he had just been overjoyed.

Just as he was about to lose his temper, Sun Zhiwei added a twist: "However, I did bring a ship full of weapons and ammunition."

Upon hearing this, Fatty Agong, who had just been furious, transformed his angry expression into a smile, a skill that was almost on par with the face-changing act in Sichuan opera.

"That's great, that's exactly what we need. Name your price."

"No rush, let me introduce myself first."

Have you heard of the Pinkerton Detectives?

"Ah, I know that. It's a long-established detective agency." Don't let Fatty Agong's bulky appearance fool you; it's because his family is well-off.

He himself is a high-achieving student who studied at America's University, and En Community College is also a university in America.

Although he spent a lot of money and didn't learn anything particularly remarkable, he certainly broadened his horizons considerably. Now that he's back in this poor, remote place called Java, he's practically a returned overseas student.

For example, he actually knew the name Pinkerton Detective.

Yes, a few years ago America made a movie called "A Fistful of Dollars", in which the "Pinkton Detectives" appeared.

The movie was great; he'd watched it twice. He'd even made a point of looking into the Pinkerton Detectives who appeared in it—they're a company comparable to the military.

Seeing that he indeed knew Pinkerton, things became easier: "That's right, I am James Robert, the new owner of Pinkerton."

Outsiders have no idea that Pinkerton is now in decline; they only remember the Pinkerton detectives and their most illustrious past.

“I’m here today to discuss a business deal with Mr. Prabowo. If the deal goes through, we’ll be friends.”

"If our friend has a need, then it wouldn't be unreasonable to temporarily share this ship's worth of weapons and ammunition, which we were originally using ourselves." "If we can't reach an agreement, I'll reconsider."

Fat Agon immediately interrupted him: "Mr. James, no need to think about it. I guarantee that whatever business you want to discuss, we can definitely reach an agreement."

"Please wait a moment, I'll go find Mr. Prabowo." He then nimbly ran out.

Goodness, look at this fat guy, he's almost crushed by the position of logistics minister, is he that impatient?

Sun Zhiwei unfolded his spatial dimension and watched the fat man leave. A moment later, he went through a small door and turned into an inconspicuous courtyard behind the city hall.

To avoid being beheaded, Prabowo now lives in this small courtyard, and even when he makes a brief appearance, he quickly retreats back inside.

Within their entire organization, fewer than a handful of people knew his true location, and the logistics minister he appointed was one of them.

After finding Prabowo, Fatty Agon gave a lengthy explanation and then tried to drag him to negotiate with Sun Zhiwei.

Prabowo had no choice but to follow the fat man to the city hall's conference room.

Upon seeing Sun Zhiwei, Prabowo took the initiative to shake hands: "Nice to meet you, Mr. James. The Pinkerton Detectives are indeed a prestigious name."

"I wonder what brings Pinkerton to our remote and impoverished area all of a sudden?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Prabowo. Java is located in South Asia and is rich in resources. It controls a vital transportation route, but it has not yet been developed. To call it a remote and impoverished place is an understatement."

Hearing Sun Zhiwei's evaluation, even though he knew there was some exaggeration or flattery involved, Prabowo's face showed a slight smile.

“Pinkerton’s development had reached a bottleneck, so I came out to explore the Asian market, and my first stop was Java.”

"Oh, so you're opening a branch office in Java? That's wonderful! Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Of course. To open up a new market, you need to have a base there. I have my eye on the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Islands. Now I'm buying a small island here to build a headquarters."

Prabowo recognized the word "buy" that Sun Zhiwei emphasized in his speech.

“But Congress passed a resolution a long time ago that prohibits the sale of islands to foreigners. There’s nothing I can do about it,” Prabowo said with a shrug.

Sun Zhiwei was not in a hurry when he heard this, he just picked up his teacup and took a sip.

He knew that if he didn't reveal his bargaining chips, the other party wouldn't let go.

So, after taking a sip of tea, he slowly explained, "I think this is not a problem for you."

"No, no, no, that won't do. The court won't approve it. It will definitely cause a standoff and riots."

“100 tons of weapons and ammunition.” Sun Zhiwei held up one finger and took a sip of tea.

“Mr. James, it really doesn’t work. As you know, I just took over the power, and the courts aren’t following my orders right now. I’m in a difficult position.”

"500 tons of weapons and ammunition." This time, he put down his teacup and pulled his chair back, indicating that he was about to leave.

Fatty Agong anxiously tugged at Prabowo's clothes, meaning, "That's enough, that's enough."

Prabowo paused for half a minute before replying, "600 tons of weapons and ammunition, plus the cost of purchasing the islands."

Sun Zhiwei looked at the two of them with a half-smile, tapped his finger on the table a few times, and then, amidst their nervousness, extended his right hand: "Deal."

(End of this chapter)