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Chapter 313 Made in PRC! (First Update!)

Andreevich and Karakov were both typical Slavs, over two meters tall and weighing over 200-300 kilograms. They were like walls when they stood there.

Two people are like two pillars.

At this moment, the two men were giving a standard Russian military salute, clicking their tongues, and speaking loudly in Russian. By all accounts, they were inspiring.

Saeed was quite satisfied; compared to them, the Saudi soldiers looked rather...

A slight setback.

However, when he thought about how few Saudi soldiers were of his own and how the majority of his troops were foreign mercenaries from Yemen, Sudan, Jordan, Egypt, and Pakistan, Saeed's expression improved slightly.

He stared at the two burly Slavic men for a moment, then gave them a thumbs-up.

"Very good, excellent!"

After praising the two, Said turned to look at Mijelavlovich:

“Mr. President, I hope the remaining soldiers will be like these two.”

"May I?"

His voice was a little soft, but you could tell that Sayed was very nervous and lacked confidence.

Seeing his expression, Mijelavlovich laughed and lightly patted his chest with his right hand:
“Your Majesty, you have shown your sincerity. I, Miyalavlovich, as the successor to the Soviet Union and as the President of Russia, will naturally show my sincerity as well.”

"Don't worry. The remaining 998 people, even if they can't compare to Andreevich or Karakov, won't be far behind!"

"Come on, let's have a drink!"

"This is fermented grape juice from the Caucasus. The Chechens love to drink it. Try it!"

"Good!" Sayed smiled as he accepted the fermented grape juice, took a small sip, found it tasted good, and raised the glass high:

"cheers!"

The banquet lasted from noon until the afternoon, during which the two sides discussed the oil agreement further. They finally left the table as the sun set over Moscow.

Back at the hotel, after having someone check the surroundings to confirm that the hotel was not being tapped, Sayed then used a dedicated phone line to contact Saler.

Sallbyid left Saudi Arabia earlier, but instead of going to China, he headed west to America.

America, West Hartford, Connecticut.

The sunlight startled Saller awake from his sleep. Looking at the blazing sun outside the window, he finally remembered where he was.

Shaking his slightly dizzy head, he took out his phone and saw the missed calls. He quickly got up, tidied himself up, and headed to Colt's headquarters in West Hartford with two assistants.

Colt headquarters.

Chairman Leo Paterson stood in front of the company building, ignoring the gazes of passersby, standing there like a statue, quietly watching the entrance.

at last.

As he stepped on the ground again, a black bulletproof car appeared outside the company gate. Seeing the expensive car, Leo knew that his big customer had arrived.

He rubbed his hands on his face, wiping away the smile, and the 50-something-year-old white man ran over to the right rear door of the vehicle, bent down, and opened it.

"Mr. Saleh, welcome, welcome!"

Salle walked to the back seat, raised his eyes, and casually glanced at the factory in front of him.

Contrary to his expectations of a grand building, Colt's headquarters was not a grand building, but only a six-story building and a few factory buildings.

It could even be described as rudimentary.

Turning his gaze away from the factory buildings, Saller looked at Leo:

"Mr. Leo, shall we find a quiet place to talk?"

"This way, please!" Leo said with a smile, leading Saler very attentively into the office building.

Who is this?
The Saudi prince, the younger brother of the Saudi king, manages Saudi Arabia's foreign investment funds.

He is the god of wealth that all America's military-industrial complexes most want to see.

After leading the man into the office, Leo inquired about Saler's preferences from several of his assistants and personally brewed Saler a cup of black tea with sugar and milk.

After serving the black tea, Leo rubbed his hands together, his face full of excitement, and asked:

"I wonder what kind of equipment Mr. Salle is planning to purchase this time?"

"In the past two years, we have improved the M16 again. Compared with the past, the new M16 is much easier to use."

As Leo spoke, he kept rubbing his hands together.

Saudi Arabia's annual defense budget is an astronomical figure.

Especially on America's side, the amount of money she spent was astronomical.

Every time Saudis come to America, the military-industrial complex tries to make contact with them and at the same time contacts the American military, asking them to find ways to introduce the military-industrial complex to Saudi Arabia.

This time, the immense wealth and privilege finally came to him.

Given Saudi Arabia's size, they will definitely order tens of thousands of light weapons this time.

Then each small weapon will be equipped with a large amount of ammunition.

perfect!

Meeting Leo's expectant gaze, Saller gently shook his head, then took the briefcase from his assistant, took out the procurement documents, and placed them on the table:
"This time, our main weapons to purchase are M16s, a total of 1000. Uh, we don't need any of those miscellaneous accessories."

"Just a bare gun, and each gun is equipped with 360 rounds of ammunition."

"Get it set up as soon as possible, and then we'll complete the handover as quickly as possible."

Leo, who was secretly pleased, suddenly heard these numbers. Before his mind could even process them, his mouth blurted out:
"Mr. Saller, rest assured, a mere 1 M16s..."

He finished processing the information in his brain halfway through speaking and then transmitted it to his mouth.

Leo swallowed the rest of his words.

He stared blankly at Saler, cautiously seeking confirmation:

“Mr. Saller, do you mean you’re only purchasing 1000 M16s, and the bare, basic kind, without all those miscellaneous accessories? Each gun will only be equipped with 360 rounds of ammunition.”

"Is it right?"

“Yes!” Saller nodded quickly, confirming Leo’s idea.

The next second, the chairman of Colt Corporation suddenly knelt down on the ground with a thud, muttering to himself:

"How is it possible? How is it possible?"

"Just 1000?"

"Isn't this a joke? Isn't this supposed to be a joke?"

"1000 of the most basic version of the M16?"

"Ha ha……"

As Leo asked the questions, he started laughing out loud. Seeing this, Saler quickly looked up at Leo's secretary, who was always by his side.

"Is he okay?"

The secretary stood quietly against the wall, arms crossed and holding documents.

Hearing this by chance, he nodded slightly and said, "No problem. Our Chairman Leo just can't accept Mr. Saler's purchase of such a small amount of equipment for the time being."

"It'll be fine in a little while!"

Time slowly slipped away, and Leo, who had been muttering to himself, finally composed himself and returned to Saler:

“Mr. Saller, 1000 basic M16 rifles, $1000 each.” “M16 ammunition, $0.5 each.”

"You can transfer the cash over later and take the gun away this afternoon."

"We still have these guns and bullets in our warehouse, and because of your close cooperation with the authorities, you hardly need to worry about the approval process being blocked when selling this level of military equipment."

This was exactly the effect Saller wanted. He clapped his hands, and another assistant immediately took a document from his briefcase and handed it to Leo:

“Mr. Leo, please take a look. If it’s acceptable, we can sign now, make the payment, and then you can arrange for the goods to be loaded onto the ship.”

The assistant handed him a very ordinary purchase contract, nothing complicated. After reading it, Leo picked up his pen and signed his name without hesitation.

After signing his name, the assistant presented the document to Saller, and only after Saller had read it did the assistant put the document away.

Meanwhile, Saller, who was standing next to him, immediately took out his phone after reading the document and arranged for his subordinates to make a bank transfer.

Less than 20 minutes after the phone call, Colt's CFO, holding a report and looking completely bewildered, knocked on Leo's office door.
"Chairman, we have an extra sum of money in our account that has an unknown origin."

As soon as the CFO finished speaking, Leo handed over the contract: "Here's the contract!"

"Go and deposit the money!"

After dismissing the CFO, Leo returned to his desk, picked up the phone, and began arranging for the factory to ship the goods.

Two hours later, 1000 basic M16 rifles, along with 360 rounds of ammunition each, were distributed by Colt's workers, loaded onto trucks, and headed to the nearest port.

Having finished his work, Salle had no intention of staying and naturally took his leave.

Leo smiled as he escorted him to the company gate, bidding him farewell with a smile.

Once the convoy disappeared from sight, Leo immediately pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar CIA agent:

"Saudi Arabia bought 1000 M16 rifles, and they were the most basic version."

"Each one is equipped with 360 rounds of ammunition, that's it."

"We have no heavy firearms, and not enough of them. That's it, we'll just have to go now."

Leo hung up the phone and kicked the trash can next to him in frustration.

He couldn't move the trash can; instead, he kicked his foot and it hurt terribly.

Meanwhile, Sale's whereabouts were quickly relayed back to Virginia by the CIA and passed on to CIA Director Dmitry.

After reading the intelligence, Dmitry recalled a Chinese saying: "A toad on your foot doesn't bite, it's just annoying."

Saller's performance was an example.

"Keep an eye on it!" Dmitry tossed the order to the agent beside him and picked up a report.

The report was written by the America Central Theater Command and authored by Benjamin Mahan.

Of course, even a fool would know that this report could not have been written by Benjamin Mahan.

He's just a figurehead at most.

Dmitry didn't want to know who wrote the report; he only wanted to know whether the drones mentioned in the report were real or fake.

In this report, the Central Theater Command elaborated on the difficulties of fighting in the Middle East, especially in Afghanistan, from various perspectives.

The high plateau, the mountains, and the complex river valleys make ground combat exceptionally difficult.

Reaper drones and Predator drones cannot be hovering over soldiers' heads anytime, anywhere.

Therefore, they urgently need a small drone, one that soldiers can carry themselves, fly when needed, effectively scout enemy positions, and be used for small-scale transport.

After careful comparison, Dmitry suddenly discovered that the drone mentioned by the Central Theater Command could be modified slightly to increase its payload capacity.

That's a natural heroin transport device.

It has a range of over ten kilometers, a flight altitude of several hundred meters, and low noise!

This stuff was practically made for heroin.

By simply setting up two underground stations at both ends of the border and connecting them to the communication network, drones can be launched from these two stations.

They put things out while simultaneously collecting them back in.

Then put it on one side and collect it on the other.

Simply perfect!
The only drawback is that the company that manufactures the drones is a Japanese company.

How could a company capable of creating such perfect equipment be a Japanese company?

uncomfortable.

After a moment's thought, Dmitry took out his phone and began contacting CIA agents operating in Japan.

Ask the other party to investigate this company.

If possible, it would be safer for the company to relocate to America.

…………

Suzhou.

Mao Xiaofei rushed into Lin Yi's office with a printed email in hand:

"Boss, that Japanese devil named Yoshihiro Yoshitsugu sent an email telling us to change all the labels to English, and there can't be a single Chinese character on them."

"Also, the place of production cannot be marked as China, otherwise, he will deduct the payment."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yi couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Because these orders were given to Ji Shuangshuang by him, then Ji Shuangshuang passed them on to Ji Gangxiu, and then Ji Gangxiu went through a long detour before finally reaching Mao Xiaofei.

That's just how troublesome this world is.

With a soft sigh, he took out the prepared label contents from the drawer and casually slapped it in front of Mao Xiaofei.

Picking up the paper filled with English writing, Mao Xiaofei stared at it for a while before finally saying:
"Boss, I understand that all of the text above is an address."

"But the country of manufacture, 'made in PRC,' is a phrase that anyone who has studied English would recognize, right?"

"You're overthinking it!" Lin Yi rolled his eyes, ruthlessly shattering Mao Xiaofei's fantasy.
"It's precisely because they've studied English that they wouldn't connect that sentence to us."

"English has now fallen into a vicious cycle, in which it needs to create more and more words as the world develops."

"And many ordinary people who learn English have not learned these words."

"Especially when explaining certain proper nouns, they only see the abbreviations."

"When they see abbreviations, they don't bother to figure out what the words behind the letters are; they just try to understand these abbreviations based on the explanations given to them by others."

"Once you understand this, you'll realize that even if ordinary people see this set of words, they won't connect it to us."

"So, use it with confidence!"

Lin Yi's reminder reminded Mao Xiaofei of the professional books he had read when he was still a student.

Those books are full of technical terms, which are long and complicated, making them very difficult to translate.

Therefore, people often use abbreviations instead.

If you don't know the specific abbreviation, you might really mistake it for something else.

The chance of admitting mistakes is as high as 90%!

Judging others by one's own standards, those foreigners probably wouldn't even know them!

(End of this chapter)