50s: Starting with a storage ring

Chapter 739 The Troubles of the Rich

Tong Jiajia didn't understand Sun Zhiwei's worries, but she was used to supporting all of his decisions. After asking him once, she stopped talking.

That afternoon, attorney Brown arrived in Cleveland.

Sun Zhiwei explained what he needed to do and took him to the city hall, where he met Mayor Gerald.

For the next period of time, Attorney Brown will be here recruiting staff, building a recycling team, setting up a storage yard, and purchasing heavy-duty trucks and the necessary specialized equipment.

The dismantling of such large enterprises is not something that can be done by simply collecting scrap along the street and transporting it away; it requires specialized equipment for the work.

Some factories have high-strength steel on their abandoned equipment that even explosives can't break.

Therefore, various specialized crushing pliers, cutting machines, drilling rigs, magnetic cranes, and metal briquetting machines are needed.

The entire northern rust belt stretches for thousands of kilometers, involving tens of thousands of abandoned factories in dozens of cities.

It took them half a century to build, and now if they want to demolish it within ten years, they may need to hire thousands of people to work day and night to complete the task.

Before anyone else comes to steal their business, they need to quickly build a team to capture the market.

After the task was explained, Sun Zhiwei and Tong Jiajia saw that the accident had been dealt with and naturally did not linger.

The couple, along with their children and the foundation's team, flew back to New York that same day in their own Gulfstream 3.
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It was summer of 86, and the streets of Riyadh were being scorched by the blazing sun.

Several middle-aged men with long white robes and thick beards were having a meeting in a cool, air-conditioned room.

Although a cool breeze was blowing on them, they still felt like they were being roasted over a fire.

The middle-aged man wearing glasses who was leading the group was named Ben Nayef, and he was the current King of Riyadh.

At this moment, he anxiously left his seat, walked to the window, and lifted a corner of the curtain to look outside.

Just then, a roar came from afar, and a jet fighter flew swiftly over the edge of the city.

After a while, two fighter jets followed behind and chased after them, but judging from their speed, they clearly couldn't catch up.

Ben Naif was so angry that his hands trembled. Only after the plane flew away did he calm down a little and fling the curtain down.

"We can't let them come and go as they please anymore. What if Hussein orders a few missiles to be dropped one day?"

"Salman, what did America say?"

The Salman mentioned in the question is King Nayef's younger brother. If Nayef passes away, Salman will be the next king.

The royal succession system in Riyadh is not based on sons succeeding their fathers, but rather on brothers succeeding each other.

Only after all the previous generation has passed away can the next generation inherit the throne in order of age.

This system was established after the death of the first founding emperor.

The reason is simple: Riyadh was not originally a single ethnic group, but rather a country composed of many tribes.

The country was only established because the first king was the most powerful at the time.

In order to gain the support of all his brothers, he had no choice but to establish a succession system that was very unfavorable to the king, so that his brothers' descendants could also have the opportunity to become king.

Thus, the throne was passed down to two successors in the first generation, and only after all the first generation members had died did it become the turn of the second generation of heirs.

He's now the sixth in line to the throne, yet the throne is still circulating among the second generation. The grandchildren will have a long way to go before they can become king. Hearing his brother's question, Salman shook his head and said, "They refused because medium-range missiles can reach Tel Aviv, and they want to ensure Tel Aviv is not threatened."

Upon hearing this, Ben Naif's face showed disappointment, then he asked again, unwilling to give up, "What about the Russians?"

"They also refused. The Russian family is currently trying to improve relations with America, and they don't want things to get too tense with her."

Ben Naif could no longer hide his disappointment and slumped helplessly into his precious handcrafted chair.

"Does anyone else have a solution? Hussein's fighter jets are flying over our heads every day. Aren't you all afraid of dying?"

Ben Naif roared at the group of people at the table, but it had no effect whatsoever, since they were all relatives.

Although most of them were just occupying positions without doing anything, spending their days eating and waiting to die, even the king could not lay a hand on them, so naturally he had no deterrent power.

"But what can we do? The only thing that can threaten Baghdad is medium-range missiles, but the Russians and America just won't sell them. What can we do?"

Someone couldn't help but mutter.

Salman, however, frowned and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, as if he were thinking about something important.

Seeing Salman's expression, Ben Naif couldn't help but ask, "Salman, what are your thoughts? Share them so we can discuss them."

"If we want to remain neutral, we need a heavy weapon that can hit both of them. The simplest one is a medium-range ballistic missile."

“Now neither America nor Russia will sell to us, but we are not without options, because they are not the only ones with intermediate-range missiles.”

“You mean, the Dragon Kingdom?” Ben Naif guessed.

"Yes, it's China. There are only three countries in the world that can build medium-range missiles. The other two are out of the question, but there's a third."

Salman's words seemed to open a new door for everyone. Yes, it's not like you two are the only ones with it. If you won't sell, we have other options.

"But we don't have diplomatic relations with China. Would they agree to the deal?"

"Brother, anything is possible if you put yourself in their shoes. How can you know if they'll agree or not if you don't try to reach out?"

Ben Naif weighed the pros and cons, and recalled the image of Hussein's fighter jets flying overhead just moments before, and immediately made up his mind.

"Then let's try making contact first. Who do you plan to use to contact the Dragon Kingdom?"

"Brother, do you still remember Pakistan back then? Pakistan was almost unable to withstand India's attack, and China even stepped in to help Pakistan."

"Over the years, Pakistan and China have had a very good relationship."

“We’re practically family with Xiaoba, so there shouldn’t be any problem with them introducing us.”

"Okay, let Xiao Ba introduce it to us. But let's not let Xiao Ba work for nothing, let's give them some aid."

“This matter is very important to our family. Why don’t you go there yourself? First, check if their goods are genuine, and second, see if they are willing to make the deal.”

"Okay, brother. But I'm confident in this. Who doesn't like the US dollar?"

"If things don't work out, it means we didn't spend enough money. If 100 billion isn't enough, then we'll spend 10 billion. In short, I will definitely bring the item back to you."

(End of this chapter)