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Chapter 447 Island Lord! (Third Update!)

The two hands clasped together, and the owners of the two hands looked at each other with forced smiles, while the clasped hands tightened in unison.

The two of them held on for a long time, until their faces turned red, before finally letting go.

Aival shook his hand, which was still sore from being squeezed, and calmly said:
"Mr. Misrati is joking. I can't guarantee the same for others, but what I say is at least 50% true!"

"If we say we'll give you weapons and equipment, we'll give you weapons and equipment, and they'll be the most advanced weapons and equipment in the world."

"The deal is done. Let's talk about the delivery details."

"Can you control the coast?"

"What nonsense are you spouting? If I can't control the coast, then what have I been doing all these years?" Misrati didn't mince words when Aivale accused him of disloyalty, but he immediately became agitated when told he couldn't control Zawiye or the coastline.

This is an insult to one's own abilities!

insult!

His words made Ayval realize that this guy had misunderstood him, so he shook his head and quickly denied it:
"Actually, I wasn't talking about you..."

Scratching his head and reorganizing his words, Aywal explained again: "According to the information we have, there are quite a few Muslim Brotherhood supporters throughout the greater Tripoli region."

"Then, before I came to find you, the Muslim Brotherhood planned a terrorist attack on Djerba Island in Tunisia. The target of this attack was two C130H transport planes from Saudi Arabia that were helping America transport supplies."

"There are American soldiers stationed there, but those guys still launched this terrorist attack with impunity."

"They're so crazy in Tunisia, I'm worried about you here."

“Although we support the Muslim Brotherhood, it is not on our land.”

"You understand, don't you?"

After saying his last sentence, Aival winked at Misrati, giving her a knowing look.

Misrati did not respond, but silently raised his right hand, first raising his thumb, and then turning his thumb over.

Seeing this response, Aival breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up and brushed off non-existent dust from his clothes. "Mr. Misrati, Friday night at 8 p.m., Alani Bay, I'll be waiting for you there."

Leaving behind the time and place for the rendezvous, Eval turned gracefully and, led by Misrati's butler, disappeared into the manor.

A few minutes later, the butler reappeared in front of Misrati, leaning forward slightly and bending over, ready to listen to his master's commands.

Misrati sat on the sofa for a long time before suddenly standing up:

"Go and contact those families that usually cause the most trouble, and tell them I need to speak with them!"

The butler nodded sharply: "I'll go right away!"

…………

"General, Prince Salle called, demanding that we clarify the situation regarding those two C130H transport planes. What should we do?"

In Benjamin's office, Eisent carefully explained his purpose. After making it clear, he immediately took two steps back, preparing to distance himself from the situation.

His words left Benjamin like a salted fish, lounging lazily in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

This time, we failed!

He never expected that those damned Muslim Brotherhood members would be so audacious as to bomb a Saudi plane at the airport where American soldiers were stationed.

If such an accident had happened to America, they would at most just laugh it off, sign the loss report with a smile, submit the list to the Department of Defense, and have the Department of Defense re-approve the budget.

After all, airplanes are just industrial products, and they will eventually break down. Whether they break down sooner or later, they will break down eventually. The sooner they break down, the sooner they can be replaced.

But this time it involves Saudi Arabia.

Saudi Arabia is the largest oil producer in the Gulf region, and the US dollar, which is American currency, desperately needs Saudi Arabia to anchor its price.

Saudi Arabia purchases large quantities of weapons and ammunition, as well as a lot of equipment, from America every year.

Now, this super-large customer's plane has been bombed because of his own mistake.

It's over.

He racked his brains trying to figure out how to make amends.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind and he remembered something.

This is something Saudi Arabia has been pursuing recently – purchasing the Airbus A330MRTT.

The A330MRTT is a multi-purpose military aircraft modified from the A330-200 passenger plane by Airbus Defence and Space, possessing both aerial refueling and strategic transport capabilities.

With a maximum takeoff weight of 233 tons and an external fuel capacity of 111 tons, it has a range of 14800 kilometers and an endurance of up to 15 hours when not refueling. Its cargo hold can carry 45 tons of cargo or 266 soldiers. If equipped with a medical configuration, it can carry 130 stretchers.

Although the aircraft is manufactured by Airbus Defence, it uses a large amount of America technology, so it must go through the FMA procurement process when it is sold to foreign customers.

The FMS procurement process is a military mechanism on behalf of the American government that allows allies to procure American-made or American-technology-incorporated weapons and equipment through the American Ministry of Defense to ensure compliance with American laws, foreign policy, and security interests.

Perhaps I can make something of this.

After organizing the plan in his mind, Benjamin picked up the phone and dialed Saller. As soon as the call connected, he couldn't wait to apologize to him:

"Dear Mr. Saleh, we apologize that due to our mistake, your two C-130H transport planes were destroyed by terrorists."

"I sincerely apologize to you."

"Of course, I know that an apology is useless, but I have heard that you are interested in acquiring the Airbus A330MRTT. If possible, I would like to do my part in this matter."

"May I?"

After these words were spoken, the person on the other end of the phone did not respond immediately. Instead, after a long pause, a hesitant voice came through:
"General Benjamin, are you sure you can contribute to this?"

“Our Minister of Defense went to America and, after proposing the idea, your Minister of Defense did not agree but rejected it outright.”

“I don’t think you can contribute to this.”

His voice was clear and calm, without any beating around the bush or showing any mercy.

However, these words did not discourage Benjamin. He simply listened calmly, and after listening, he responded with great agreement:
“You’re absolutely right, I really can’t contribute anything in this area.”

"However, if the effort is put in by General Edwin, commander of the Africa Command, and General Brian, commander of the Central Command, I think the chances of success are very high."

"what do you think?"

There was still no response on the other end for a long time. Just when Benjamin thought the other party disagreed, Saller's calm yet doubtful voice came through the phone:

"General Benjamin, since you've put it so sincerely, then I'd appreciate it if you could put in a little more effort on this matter. We really need this aerial refueling tanker."

"If General Benjamin can get General Edwin and General Brian to speak on this matter, we will offer a greater reward." A greater reward?

Benjamin's eyes lit up, he coughed lightly, and tentatively asked, "Mr. Saller, what do you intend to do to repay this favor?"

The change in attitude was so swift that Saler on the other side didn't even have time to react.

After he finished speaking, a very obvious cough came through the phone, and the sound became increasingly forceful.

It seemed that the person on the other end choked on their own saliva because of those words.

After a long while, Saller's hoarse voice finally came through: "General Benjamin, let's get to the point first!"

The phone was hung up as soon as he finished speaking.

Benjamin tossed the phone aside and turned to look at Eisent:
"The problem is solved. What's the feedback from the front lines regarding the drones?"

With the problem solved, Eisent stepped out from the corner, picked up the folder tucked under his arm, and opened it: "Based on feedback from the front lines, these heavy drones are more agile than artillery and missiles when advancing on the ground."

"In addition, this heavy-duty drone, in combination with the small drones we purchased earlier, can clean up buildings almost without causing damage."

"So the feedback from frontline soldiers is very positive about both drones."

"However, General Edwin only provided feedback, without providing actual video footage or other relevant data, so we were unable to compile an effective report to submit to General Headquarters."

"Damn it!" Benjamin cursed, downed his coffee in one gulp, and unleashed a torrent of abuse at Edwin before turning back to Eisent: "Contact that Adolf and tell them to urge Xiaomi Heavy Industries to ship the goods quickly."

"I don't think the Libyan war will last long. We need to get that batch of goods out as soon as possible and dump them on the Libyan battlefield."

Weapons and ammunition can only be converted into money once they are fired, and as a logistics officer, Eisent understands this principle very well.

He nodded: "Understood!"

After nodding, he turned and left without hesitation.

…………

In Gusu, Lin Yi frantically typed on his phone, replying to messages on the app:
【Dear Mr. Eisent, don't worry, I'll buy a plane ticket to China soon. I'll be waiting outside their company to make them ship the goods!】

However, I would like to ask Mr. Eisent, and those around you, to blur the image slightly when using this drone.

We purchased this custom-made drone for surveying and mapping purposes, not for military use.

[Remember to blur out unwanted images! Especially in your official promotional videos, you absolutely must blur them out!]

He sent a series of messages, but the other party only replied with one sentence.

【OK! 】

Upon receiving this message, Lin Yi sighed, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and began tidying up the things on the table, preparing to go on a business trip to Jinghai next door.

As they walked downstairs, a Suzhou municipal government vehicle was parked at the entrance. Xiao He was in the driver's seat, while Ji Shuangshuang, carrying a bag, leaned lazily against the passenger door. Upon seeing Lin Yi, she rolled her eyes.
"I thought you were putting on makeup!"

"Next time you go out, make sure you put on makeup, and I'll urge you to do it!"

"hehe!"

Lin Yi tossed his briefcase into the back seat, then tossed Ji Shuangshuang into the back seat as well. He climbed into the passenger seat, closed the door, fastened his seatbelt, and then asked in a low voice:

"Is it settled in Jinghai?"

"Yes!" Xiao He nodded slightly and started the car.

"The Jinghai municipal government was in chaos for several days, and finally chose the land for you on Changqingsha Island across the river."

"Without you, this island would be the focus of the Jinghai Municipal Government's future development."

"But the land approved for you by the higher authorities is 3 mu, which is about 20 square kilometers. The total area of ​​that island seems to be around 50 square kilometers."

“After deducting the original residents of the island, the businesses that have already moved in, some land that must be retained, and those areas that cannot be used.”

"Most of the island's land has fallen into your hands."

"You can be considered the owners of this island!"

As a native of Nanjing, Xiao He also picked up some of the bad habits of Suzhou after arriving in Suzhou. When driving, he only used the accelerator with his right foot and didn't use the brake.

The vehicle sped along, and in less than an hour, it had driven from the gate of Xiaomi Heavy Industry's factory to the banks of the Yangtze River.

After pausing briefly by the river, the vehicle started again, bypassed the bridge, and officially entered Changqingsha Island, continuing along the island's road deeper into the island.

Finally, the vehicle stopped in front of the Changqingsha Community Subdistrict Office.

The area in front of the street office was already packed with people.

There were elderly farmers wearing straw hats, workers wearing safety helmets, elderly women carrying vegetable baskets and picking vegetables, elderly women carrying snakeskin bags and collecting recyclables, women holding children, and women not holding children.

Groups of children darted around in the crowd, adding a touch of liveliness to the already noisy scene.

After the vehicle stopped, the group didn't rush to get out. Xiao He took a document from the nearby storage cabinet and placed it in front of Lin Yi.

"This information was obtained by Secretary Qin through a connection."

“At the end of last year, Jinghai included this island in its key planning for the next few years, with the planning direction being ecology plus high-end leisure. So far, only one company has been introduced.”

"This company is called Morimatsu Heavy Industries. It's a Japanese company, and I think they make some kind of parts processing business."

"As for the golf course along the river in the north, it opened last year."

"These two places won't have much of an impact on you."

"The main influencing factor is the local residents of Changqingsha Island. The island has abundant land resources and is close to Suzhou. The people on the island can easily grow some vegetables and ship them across the island by boat, which is money."

“To take their land now is tantamount to cutting off their source of income, so they will naturally fight desperately.”

"Before I came here, Secretary Qin told me that his suggestion was to use employment opportunities combined with the land acquisition funds provided by the higher authorities, to gradually induce people to give money, and then divide and conquer them, so that we could finally get the land."

"Only in this way can we reduce stress."

"The main reason the people from the Jinghai Municipal Government brought you here today is to talk about this matter."

"There are too many people. If you put the pressure of finding employment on them, they'll jump off buildings right now."

"Before jumping off the building, I might have to take you all with me."

"Holy crap, they've started fighting!"

(End of this chapter)