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

Chapter 74 The Arms Dealer's Mouth is a Deceitful Trick~

The open space at the entrance of the Sheikh tribe village was originally a gentle slope overgrown with weeds where cattle and sheep would defecate. Now, the land has been leveled, compacted with gravel and loess, and feels hard underfoot.

Many stalls were set up in the open space.

Here you can see more than a dozen recruiting "companies", including Taha Group, Ragqa Hawks, Rocks of Urman Battalion, and other organizations.

Behind each stall sat people with several printed forms in front of them and a cardboard sign next to them displaying job postings in Arabic and English.

Daily wages can reach up to $1000!

Those who die in action receive a compensation of $40,000.

But if you actually believe that, then you're fucking doomed. Tomorrow you'll be the one to plug a hole with a bullet!

Going missing doesn't count as being killed in action!

This is clearly just inviting cannon fodder!

Refugees aren't worth that much money. For $5 or even a bite to eat, you can find any service you want here!

But these businesses are still much better than those from "Sham Stronghold" and others who were previously stationed here; those people were either government troops or pro-government.

Those people from before have already been shot and killed by the milk tea shop.

The Bekaa Valley does not welcome anti-Syrian government personnel.

The bubble tea shop and the Syrian government are like best buddies!

Anyway, the factional issues here are very complicated. You love me, I love you; you kill me, I kill you—

Actually, I have a plan that can solve the problems of college graduates' employment and school stamping: graduates can be assigned to the government army, and vocational school graduates can be assigned to the anti-government army.

Tsk tsk tsk—

Solved!!! Perfect!

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The Strange Book Factory's stall is on the far right of the open space. The location isn't great, but it's eye-catching.

Next to it stood a two-meter-high sign, which read in Arabic and English side by side: "Factory Security Department is recruiting factory security guards. Base salary starts at $500 USD/month, with additional subsidies for field positions. Meals and accommodation provided, 4 days off per month. Requirements: Age 18-30, good health, no bad habits, military experience preferred. Interview location: This booth. Interview period: From now until all positions are filled."

Below that was a line of small red text: "This factory is a legitimate industrial enterprise, not a combat unit. Security duties are limited to the safety of the factory premises and personnel; we do not participate in any military operations!!"

Many people had been watching from the sidelines for a while, and once the stall was set up, people flocked over.

Gao Fei stood behind the table, looking at the crowd crammed together in front of him, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Line up! Line up!"

No one who doesn't queue, please!

The sound was drowned out by the cacophony of voices.

Several tribal militiamen picked up their rifle butts and started hitting those who didn't follow the rules.

The crowd descended instantly, forming a long, crooked queue.

If they saw someone being dishonest, the militiamen would kick them and curse at them.

Gao Fei sat behind the table with a stack of blank forms and a ballpoint pen in front of him, looking up at the first person who walked up to him.

He was wearing a dirty gray T-shirt with a frayed collar, his hair was messy, his face was covered in grime, he had a stubble beard, and his eyes were sunken, making him look like he hadn't slept for days.

"Name?" Gao Fei asked in Arabic.

"Abrah."

Gao Fei wrote the name on the form without looking up: "How old?"

The other person said tremblingly, "29."

Gao Fei looked up and glanced at him.

Oh shit--

She looks way too old at 29! Her skin is sagging!

"You already have rings in your eyes, and you're still 30?"

Gao Fei slammed his pen on the table. "Move aside, next one."

The man's expression changed instantly.

He took a step forward, placing both hands on the edge of the table, his fingers gripping the edge: "Sir, please give me a job. I have children, my children need to eat. They haven't eaten for two days, I—"

Two militiamen surrounded him and kicked him in the ribs. The man curled up and dragged him away.

Gao Fei withdrew his gaze, feeling somewhat reluctant. He called out to the back of the line, "Rules are rules. We only recruit those between 18 and 30 years old. No one over the age limit!"

Sigh—it's truly bittersweet to be over 30. Nobody wants you for anything; your superiors aren't quick-witted, your subordinates aren't sharp-minded, and nobody wants you even in a war.

Many people's expressions changed, and they silently walked out of the line.

Under the shade of trees in the distance, Chen Zheng and Amir stood together.

Chen Zheng took out a cigarette case from his pocket, pulled out one, and handed it over.

Amir accepted the cigarette with both hands, smiled and said "thank you," put the cigarette in his mouth, then took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it for Chen Zheng first, and then lit it for himself.

Chen Zheng took a drag, and smoke billowed out of his nose.

"Amir, we're friends, why are you being so polite? It's making me feel very distant, and I'm going to get angry if you do this. If you consider me a friend, just call me Bruce. Our friendship doesn't care about titles."

"Friends should respect each other!"

Amir paused for a moment, then nodded vigorously, his eyes showing a hint of surprise and flattery.

After all, he was just an ordinary young man from a tribe; at most, his uncle was the chief, but he didn't have any special privileges.

There are too many chiefs and too many tribes in the Middle East, much like the royal relatives and nobles at the end of the Manchu dynasty.

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In his eyes, Chen Zheng was very "mysterious" and must have an extraordinary background.

Chen Zheng said with a smile, "The tribe is developing very quickly now. Look, there are people everywhere, and the lives of the tribe members are much better."

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Amir's smile now held a touch of melancholy.

"I have to thank you for that."

He said earnestly, "If you hadn't sold us 500 AKMs, we wouldn't have been able to maintain the stability of the tribe. You don't know, a month ago, those armed militants came to the tribe to recruit soldiers like they were visiting their own backyard, coming and going as they pleased. Now, if they dare to take another step, I'll kill them!"

Chen Zheng waved his hand dismissively, "I was just helping a friend solve a small problem, and your uncle even gave me money. I'd go to great lengths for a friend!"

But what if your friend doesn't give you money—

I'll stab my brother in the back twice!

Amir looked at him, his expression becoming more serious.

"Bruce, I, Amir, accept you as a friend."

Chen Zheng smiled but didn't respond to that, instead looking into the distance: "However, Amir, you also need to be careful. We Asians believe that those who don't plan for the future will face immediate troubles!"

"Be careful of what?"

"You are Sunnis."

Chen Zheng turned to look at him. "Where is this place? Beka Valley, the territory of the milk tea shop. What are they? Shia."

Amir's expression changed.

Chen Zheng patted his arm. "War is never as simple as two countries fighting. Saudi Arabia, Turkey, and Qatar are supporting Sunnis behind the scenes. Iran and Iraq are supporting Shiites behind the scenes. Both sides are burning money, both sides are sending weapons, and both sides are recruiting people."

"In the Bekaa Valley, these bubble tea shops have been operating for decades; they're deeply entrenched. You Sunnis are located on the same territory as these shops, so close to Israel. Do you think they'll tolerate you forever?"

Amir didn't speak, but his lips were pressed into a thin line.

Looking at his expression, Chen Zheng took the cigarette out of his mouth, flicked off the ash, and softened his tone: "Besides, your uncle once had Sham Front recruit soldiers at the gate. Those people are Sunni extremists who are irreconcilable with the Milk Tea Shop. In the Milk Tea Shop's eyes, your uncle has already taken sides."

"Do you think the other tribes in the Bekaa Valley don't have any opinions about you?"

Amir's face darkened completely.

The fighting between Sunni and Shia tribes is the most brutal and thorough "life-or-death feud" in the Middle East. Once it breaks out, it involves the extermination of entire families, the massacre of villages, and the complete eradication of any threat, with absolutely no bottom line.

The Holland Alliance in Delaware is particularly extreme Sunni and has grudges against many tribes in the Bekaa Valley. What good can come of the Sheikh tribe in the heartland?

Just as Amir was about to ask another question, Chen Zheng's cell phone rang in his pocket.

Chen Zheng answered the phone, "Okay, okay, I'll be right there."

After hanging up the phone, he said apologetically to Amir, "Sorry, buddy, I have a client coming in. We'll talk another time."

Amir nodded hurriedly, "Okay, go quickly, don't keep the customer waiting."

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After Chen Zheng walked away, Amir stared at his back, his brows furrowed, then threw his cigarette butt on the ground and headed toward his uncle's tent.

No!

You absolutely must tell him that the tribe is migrating!!!

When Chen Zheng arrived at the tent, he lifted the curtain and went inside. He saw Khalid chatting with a familiar person, none other than Kanabil Taha from Nazahle.

When the other person saw him, he stood up immediately, clasped his hands in front of him, bowed slightly, and the smile lines on his face stretched from the corners of his eyes to his temples.

Chen Zheng saw him and smiled, reaching out his hand. He quickly walked over, grabbed Nabil's hand, shook it vigorously, and patted his upper arm with his other hand. "Hey, buddy, long time no see."

Don't think Boss Chen is exaggerating; you have to treat customers with "warmth!"

Nabil was taken aback by his enthusiasm for a moment, then smiled even wider, revealing a set of teeth that were yellowed from smoking.

"Mr. Bruce, you look much better than when we last met."

"That's all thanks to you."

Chen Zheng pulled him to sit down on the blanket, poured some tea leaves from the tea canister beside him, and said, "Here, try this, Longjing tea~"

Nabil took it with both hands, sipped it, and gave it a thumbs up in praise.

He can't even drink a fart!

Chen Zheng leaned back on the cushion and said with a smile, "No wonder my eyebrows were twitching early this morning. A twitching left eye means good fortune, a twitching right eye means bad luck. My eyes were twitching at the same time, so it turns out that a distinguished guest has arrived. Mr. Taha, as soon as you arrived, I knew there must be good news."

"Bruce, your product is really hot right now! Throughout the entire Bekaa Valley, from Zahle to Baalbek, from Hamud to Shyam, after what happened with Assef Shokat, you're a celebrity in our industry now."

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He put the cigarette back in his mouth, took a drag, and added, "Taking down a lieutenant general, you're really something!"

Chen Zheng smiled and waved his hand, his expression as humble as a primary school student who had just been praised by his teacher.

"Oh, not at all. It's all thanks to the customers. Tools have different uses in different hands, right? Some people use Durex on their fingers, some on their penises, right?"

Nabil laughed out loud at this remark.

Chen Zheng filled the teacup. "By the way, what brings you here this time?"

Nabil took the teacup and lowered his voice.

"Someone has approached me, hoping to do business with you."

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up. "Welcome, welcome! But how big is the order?"

Nabil looked at him. "Aren't you curious about who the other person is?"

"What's so curious about that? As long as he has money in his account, that's fine. I don't do business with paupers—"

Nabil's lips twitched.

Arms dealers are all Satan!

"It's the Syrian government forces."

There was a moment of silence in the tent. Khalid glanced at Chen Zheng, after all, the government forces were after them.

But Boss Chen remained unfazed and simply asked, "How many do they want?"

"100 units, let's test the waters first. If it works well, we'll get bigger orders later."

Chen Zheng's expression clearly froze when he heard the number.

"100 aircraft?"

Chen Zheng raised his voice by half a tone, "So little? Can't do it, can't do it."

"Damn it, let's go find another factory."

He waved his hands repeatedly, his fingers waving in the air like fans. "Please help me refuse them, it's too few. I have huge orders right now, I don't have time to make these 100!"

He continued to grumble, "100 planes aren't even enough to fill a tooth gap. What can such a large government army do with just 100 planes? People who don't know the situation would think the Assad family went bankrupt. Who knows what they're doing with all that money overseas? It's just frozen, isn't it just benefiting others?"

Nabil's hand, holding the teacup, froze in mid-air.

He worked as a middleman for twenty years, handling deals ranging from a few hundred dollars to hundreds of thousands of dollars, and he'd seen all sorts of people.

Some complain about the low price, some about the long delivery time, and some about the harsh payment terms, but I've never seen anyone complain about the small number of orders.

"Mr. Bruce, this is the government army's order. The Syrian government army, although the first batch is only 100 aircraft, if they use them well, it won't be a matter of 100 aircraft later. 1,000, 5,000, or even 10,000 are all possible. This is the key to opening up the government army market. You—"

"Mr. Taha," Chen Zheng interrupted him.

"After the Assef Shokat incident, we had no shortage of orders. I'm telling you, my products were already pre-ordered while they were still on the production line."

"It doesn't even take 3 hours to get from the factory to the front line, 100 drones?"

Chen Zheng looked disgusted. "Tell him to find someone else."

Isn't this just like asking steel mills to make cylindrical pen tips?

Although the comparison is a bit exaggerated, these 100 aircraft are really nothing!

Nabil thought for a moment and nodded. "Okay, I'll pass that on to the client. Actually, there's one more thing—"

"Please speak—"

"I want to be your distributor. I know the Zahral Maronite sect, the leaders of the Greek Catholic Church, the Shia leaders of Baalbek, and even the Armenian chieftain in Andr!"

Nabil grinned. "I can get your products distributed quickly!!!"

"If God needs it, I can help you negotiate with Him!"