I manufacture weapons in the Middle East and am wanted globally?

The Alphard was driving on the seaside boulevard leading to Beirut city.

Gao Fei sat in the back seat, shifting his buttocks on the white leather seat a couple of times, then a couple more times.

I'm not used to sitting like this.

It's not like the Liberation Army's Great Wall, which, when "driven" by those things, makes you think it's taking off.

"Zheng, this car must be expensive, right?"

Chen Zheng glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile, "This hotel car, used for transportation, would cost around 80,000 US dollars if bought in the Middle East."

"Eighty thousand?" Zhao Meng, sitting in the last row, leaned forward, his eyes wide, upon hearing this. "US dollars?"

"It can't be Indian rubles, hahaha," Chen Zheng said with a laugh.

"That's equivalent to RMB..."

Zhao Meng started counting on his fingers, his eyes rolling upwards like he was performing a ritual, "More than 500,000!!"

Li Yang, driving, glanced at Zhao Meng in the rearview mirror, a smug look on his face: "Brother Meng, this is nothing. The hotel Brother Chen took us to, the Phoenician, costs over $600 a night."

Zhao Meng's mouth opened and remained open for a long time.

"$600 a night?"

He repeated it again, as if he couldn't believe his ears, "Back in my hometown, I farm for a year, and I can afford to stay for one night."

"Dafei and I grew up together. His brothers are my brothers. You trust me and are willing to travel all the way to the Middle East to work with me, so I can't let you down."

"Six months! Six months to ensure each of you can build a four-and-a-half-story villa back in your hometown and afford a Porsche. If not, I'll personally give you 20 RMB as severance pay!"

What an arrogant tone!

But... who doesn't like a boss with a big mouth?

For example, if you go for a job interview and see your boss arrive on a shared bicycle, would you hire him?

If your boss arrives on a "butterfly" bicycle, that's a different story.

The boss's competence is still very important.

Guaranteed harvest regardless of drought or flood, brother!

Gao Fei turned his head and looked at Chen Zheng's profile. "Zheng, what are you doing?"

The carriage fell silent, and everyone looked at each other.

Chen Zheng smiled and said, "Let's have fun in Beirut first, eat well, drink well, sleep well, and adjust to the time difference. I'll tell you when we've had our fill. A couple more days won't make a difference, will they?"

Gao Fei opened his mouth, but then closed it again.

The car continued forward, and the palm trees along the seaside boulevard receded one after another, their shadows flickering on the car window.

Upon arriving at the Phoenician Hotel, the doorman jogged over and opened the car door.

As Gao Fei got out of the car, the doorman quickly called out, "Welcome home, Mr. Gao!"

Gao Fei and the others were like country bumpkins visiting the Grand View Garden, completely at a loss.

"Mr. Chen, the four ocean-view suites you booked are ready. They are all on the seventeenth floor and are adjacent to each other."

"OK."

The room keys were handed over; four of them were neatly arranged on the front desk.

Chen Zheng picked it up and handed it to them.

"Let's go upstairs, take a shower, change our clothes, and rest for a while. Tonight, I'll take you out to experience the local culture!"

"Make sure it's clean down there; it'll be useful later."

Hmm... JB uses it!

...

At 8 p.m., the rooftop pool at the Phoenician Hotel was booked out.

$8000!

Strings of lights hung from the palm trees by the pool, a DJ booth was set up in the shallow end of the pool, and a bald white man wearing headphones was fiddling with his fingers on the turntable.

A row of lounge chairs surrounded the pool, each covered with white towels folded into a fan shape. Next to each lounge chair was a bucket of ice, in which several bottles of champagne stood upright, their labels facing outwards, gleaming golden under the lights.

Most importantly…

Chen Zheng also contacted a local modeling agency.

I found 20 beautiful women!!!

They were wearing bikinis of different colors—red, black, white, leopard print, fluorescent green—and sat in twos and threes on deck chairs.

Li Yang has already entered the water.

He was wearing a flashy pair of red swimming trunks with yellow flowers. Two girls were with him in the water, and one of the girls even buried her head in the sea. Who knows what they were doing?

Anyway, I don't know, it's Chinese New Year.

"Brother Chen, come down!"

Chen Zheng laughed, "Don't mess around. If you make the water smell fishy, ​​you'd better drink it all."

Just then, Gao Fei and his group stepped out of the elevator.

Gao Fei was wearing a dark blue T-shirt and black beach shorts, with a pair of white disposable hotel slippers on his feet, which stood out conspicuously under the poolside lights.

He stood by the pool, his gaze sweeping over the girls. He subconsciously swallowed, but quickly looked away.

"Ah Zheng, this...this is going too far, isn't it?" His neck was a little red.

"Isn't the point of living to earn three meals a day and have sex at night? There are so many girls out there, which one do you fancy? Take her home tonight!"

Gao Fei opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Chen Zheng stood up, raised his hand, and shouted, "Ladies, get moving!!! Tonight, whoever can get these guys into bed will get an extra $2000 each!!"

The DJ changed the song, the tempo was faster, and the drumbeats pounded against my eardrums, making my chest feel stuffy.

The eyes of those 20 girls immediately lit up!

They pulled Gao Fei, Wang Lei, Zhao Meng, and Liu Yang into the pool. Some were pushed into the water, some jumped in on their own, and some hesitated at the edge of the pool before being thrown in by two girls who held their arms on either side.

Water splashed everywhere.

Laughter, screams, and music mingled together, echoing above the pool.

Khalid gestured with his chin towards the swimming pool. "Aren't you afraid your brothers might get wild?"

"We're in business; isn't it all about profit and enjoyment? Are you expecting them to talk to me about sacrifice?"

Chen Zheng waved his hand dismissively, "It's good to have ambition. Once you have ambition, you don't want to go back to a quiet life!"

Wang Lei was in the pool, surrounded by three girls. One of them was splashing water on his chest, another was touching his arm, and the third was standing behind him with her hands on his shoulders, her chin resting on his shoulder, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons as she smiled.

Meanwhile, a woman downed a mouthful of red wine and then buried her head in it. A moment later, Zhao Meng's eyes clearly showed panic.

Chen Zheng muttered to himself, "Only when life becomes unbearable do people crave peace and quiet. Who wouldn't want to drive the wildest car or ride the wildest horse?"

Khalid nodded in agreement.

...

That was a crazy night!

They didn't get up until noon the next day, and they were all full of energy. You know, young people... When I was young, I used to go three times a night, two hours each time.

Chen hosted them in a private room at the Phoenician Hotel.

The private room was large, with a rectangular mahogany dining table in the center that could seat twelve people. The table was covered with a white tablecloth that was ironed flat.

Each person had a set of cutlery in front of them: three forks, two knives, and two spoons, all made of silver and polished to a shine.

Zhao Meng eats fiercely. When a plate of roasted lamb chops was served, he directly used his knife and fork to pick up two chops.

"You look like a starving ghost," Wang Lei said from the side.

"Haven't you heard that one drop of semen is worth three drops of blood? I'm just trying to replenish my essence."

Halfway through the meal, Chen Zheng put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with a napkin, folded the napkin and placed it on the table, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, then leaned back in his chair and crossed his hands over his stomach.

He scanned the people at the table, starting with Gao Fei, then Wang Lei, Zhao Meng, and Liu Yang, looking at them one by one.

"Did you all enjoy your meal?" he asked with a smile.

Chen Zheng took out a cigarette from his pocket, put one in his mouth, lit it, and took a puff.

This person has a rather strong smoking habit...

But as the saying goes, without fire, there is no way to achieve enlightenment; without smoke, there is no way to become an immortal.

"I'm telling you the truth."

"I set up a processing plant in the Bekaa Valley to manufacture weapons for others. My clients are all local gentry, all good people, you can rest assured, they are all kind-hearted."

Chen Zheng flicked his cigarette ash. "This business is something I did with my partner, Khalid."

Khalid nodded to the people opposite him.

"The factory isn't very large right now, with only a few machines, but we have a lot of orders and healthy cash flow. The only weakness is a lack of security."

"Business is going well so far without much conflict, but there are bound to be some people who want to double-cross us. As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, so that's why Gao Fei invited all the brothers over."

"Gao Fei, you'll be the security supervisor. You'll be in charge of security. In addition to the base salary of $2500 per month plus subsidies I mentioned, I'll give you an extra $5 as team expenses!"

"Your team can buy whatever they want with this money, or divide it among yourselves, it doesn't matter."

$5 million.

The table fell silent.

Zhao Meng was about to grab a skewer when his hand froze in mid-air.

$50,000, if divided among four people...

That person earns over 1 more per month!!!

6 RMB!!!

Who wouldn't be envious?

To put it bluntly, you can work for two years, then go straight home. As long as you don't get involved in gambling, you can retire.

Two million is enough for an average person to live on for a lifetime, right?

Wang Lei stood up immediately.

As he stood up, the chair leg scraped against the carpet with a dull thud.

He held the glass of red wine in his hand, the wine swirled in the glass and almost spilled, but he quickly steadied it by holding the bottom of the glass with his other hand.

"Brother Chen, I'll do it! From now on, I'll give you my life!"

Before Chen Zheng could react, he tilted his head back and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

He placed the cup on the table, the bottom of which tapped against the marble surface with a crisp sound.

"Alright!" Zhao Meng shouted from the side, standing up as well, raising his glass, "Brother Chen, I'll drink too!"

"Our lives now belong to Brother Chen."

Of course, this could also be just something said casually... like when a couple got married and said they would stay together for life.

Some things you shouldn't listen to, but you can't pretend you don't listen either.

Chen Zheng stood up generously, "Brothers, you're too kind. Don't worry, we'll share wealth and prosperity from now on!"

The meal took more than an hour to eat.

After a satisfying meal, Chen Zheng leaned back in his chair, lit a cigarette, and the smoke curled up under the overhead chandelier.

He glanced at his watch; it was two in the afternoon.

"Khalid," he called out.

"Take Li Yang and Wang Lei to the used car market and buy two pickup trucks. They need to be durable, preferably Toyota Hilux. They don't need to be too new, but they need to be in good condition."

"Buy five bulletproof vests, preferably ones that can stop rifle bullets. Buy two thousand 7.62×39 bullets and one thousand 9×18 bullets. See if there are any unauthorized resellers."

Chen Zheng took out a bank card from his pocket; it was from the Lebanese Credit Bank, and he handed it over.

Khalid took the card, nodded, and then looked at Li Yang and the others, saying, "Can we go now?"

Wang Lei and the others didn't understand Arabic, so Li Yang translated for them. They stood up and patted the wrinkles on their pants.

"Walk."

Liu Yang walked at the back, stopped at the door, and turned around to look at Chen Zheng.

"Brother Chen," he pushed up his glasses, "do you need communication equipment? Walkie-talkies, vehicle radios, or something? A few of us will be in charge of security in the future, and without real-time communication, coordination will be inconvenient."

Chen Zheng thought for a moment and nodded.

"You decide what to buy, and tell Khalid how much you need."

"Okay." Liu Yang turned around and walked out of the private room.

The private room fell silent, leaving only Chen Zheng and Gao Fei.

The table was a mess of cups and plates, with two empty wine bottles lying on the ground. One of them rolled to the edge of the tablecloth but was stopped by the folds in the tablecloth and didn't fall off.

Chen Zheng put a cigarette in his mouth, smiled, and said, "Shall we go for a walk at the top?"

"OK!"

The two took the elevator to the top platform.

Standing by the railing, Chen Zheng smoked a cigarette, gazing at Pigeon Rock in the distance with his eyes squinted, a look of pure enjoyment on his face.

Gao Fei walked over, stood next to him, and lit a cigarette as well.

The two men sat side by side, smoking and looking at the sea, neither of them saying a word.

It was quiet for a while.

Gao Fei spoke first, his voice low and hesitant.

"Ah Zheng."

"Um."

"Do your aunt and uncle know you're doing this?"

Chen Zheng took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash.

Cigarette ash drifted down from the seventeenth floor, scattered by the sea breeze, and landed somewhere unknown, somewhat like something out of a Johnnie To film.

"I don't know either."

"I told them that I had received a big government project in Syria, and that Syria was going to launch rockets into the sky."

Gao Fei glanced at him, his lips twitching slightly, it was unclear whether he wanted to laugh or something else.

"They believed it?"

Chen Zheng chuckled. "My parents are old hands at this, they should know that too. And my dad's in the hospital..."

Gao Fei was taken aback and quickly asked, "How is Uncle? Is it serious?"

Chen Zheng laughed and said, "It's okay. I sent them to Dubai to see a doctor. I gave them a sum of money. The fact that they knew I was giving them so much money at once means they must have done something bad."

"Do legitimate business..."

"Who can come up with that much money all at once?"

"Men go out to make a living, women go out to make money. Even if you do all sorts of dirty work, you might not be able to earn that much money."

Gao Fei didn't reply, put the cigarette back in his mouth, and took a puff.

The smoke billowed from my nose, slowly dissipating in the sunlight, turning into an almost invisible wisp of white.

"Ah Fei," Chen Zheng suddenly called out to him.

"Um."

"If there's a chance to get rich,"

"You must seize this opportunity, even if it means risking your life."

"It's better to die having enjoyed good fortune than to have never enjoyed it at all."

Chen Zheng squinted, took a drag of his cigarette, and said, "I'd rather die singing in the rain than live under someone else's roof!"

Gao Fei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed.

"Such a pretentious bookish fellow, do you think you're Wen Tianxiang?"

……