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Chapter 78 What price increase? That's called a price adjustment~

Chen Zheng took the phone away from his ear. Khalid's excitement was too jarring, and his tone was self-righteous: "The word 'price increase' sounds too awful. We call this a price adjustment."

"From now on, Mosquito 1 will sell for $700 and Mosquito 2 for $2500."

Khalid quickly replied, "Okay!"

"From now on, we'll reduce small orders! We won't accept orders below 100 aircraft. Talk to Abdullah and ask him to understand that the market has changed. We can't keep doing charity, can we?"

Khalid lowered his voice on the other end of the phone: "Boss, doesn't this amount to denying his distribution rights?"

Chen Zheng switched the phone to his left hand. "Am I that kind of person?"

"I have a sense of contract. How could I be like some Europeans and Americans who would give up everything for money? I have my bottom line, but it's not my fault if we don't get the order. You need to make him think about whether he tried hard to promote the product or not, whether he worked properly. Can he blame others for not having a job?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Khalid seemed to be processing the logic of those words, and after several seconds he managed to stammer out, "Boss, what you said seems to make sense."

"Of course."

Chen Zheng flicked his cigarette ash. "Alright, also, call the Libyan customer and tell him he can come and pick up the goods."

Khalid's voice suddenly rose: "It's already done?!"

"Yes, it was finished overnight. Go and make the arrangements."

"Okay, okay, I'll contact them right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Zheng put his phone back in his pocket.

Assam, sitting next to him, leaned closer, looking astonished: "You've almost finished that order? It hasn't even been half a month, has it?"

Chen Zheng smiled upon hearing this, "You know that thing doesn't require much technology, you just need to install a motor, right?"

He added, "It's like building Lego; even kids can do it. The instructions are easy to understand, and the parts are easy to put together. Assembling a hundred or so a day is like child's play."

This is not an exaggeration~

With blueprints and an assembly line—

Boss Chen is now trying to subcontract the work to the elderly and young people in the tribe. He doesn't need anyone with high skills; the job of gluing KT boards is 3 LBP (about 0.7 cents), and there are plenty of people who can do it.

PS: (I used to do manual labor for 3 cents a piece.)

Of course, the situation is unclear now, and perhaps it will be outsourced in a while.

It would be better to put the monsters into more high-tech production!

Assam scratched his head and nodded. As an engineering student, he naturally understood how simple that thing was: KT board, motor, and flight controller. To put it bluntly, it was just an enlarged version of a model airplane toy.

Afraid that he would ask too many questions, Chen Zheng quickly changed the subject, smiling and patting his shoulder: "Come on, we didn't eat enough at your boss's, let's go and have some more. You know Zahele well, you lead the way, let's find a good restaurant, don't give me those grilled meat and flatbreads, I'm tired of them."

"Okay, sure!"

Dara City, Izra District Frontline.

The gunshots rang out like popping beans.

Abdullah crouched behind a concrete wall that had collapsed halfway, the barrel of his AKM gun so hot it could fry an egg.

His camouflage uniform was covered in dust, and a bloodstain on his forehead had dried, forming a dark red scab.

"Damn it, is this ever going to end?! Fuck you!!"

Abdullah cursed angrily, looking somewhat disheveled.

The government army positions opposite are less than 300 meters away.

"Commander!"

Xiao Hei crouched down and ran over from the other side of the wall, his face covered in soot, only the whites of his eyes and teeth were white, like he'd crawled out of a coal mine. "We're running out of ammo! Less than 800 rounds of 7.62×39 left, plenty of 9mm pistol rounds, but what good are they!"

Abdullah cursed, poked half his head out from behind the wall, glanced at the machine gun position opposite, and then shrank back.

"What about Mahad and Aziz?"

"They're pretty much the same."

Xiao Hei squatted down, took out half of a flattened pita bread from his pocket, broke it in half, and handed the larger half to Abdullah. "Mahad is already cursing, saying this job is a loss."

Abdullah took the bread, took a bite, and found it was cold and hard as a shoe sole, making his cheeks ache from chewing.

He swallowed. "How the hell can we not lose money?"

He shoved the pancake back into Xiao Hei's hand, stood up, dusted off his knees, and spoke with barely suppressed anger.

"I just killed Assef Shokat, and the government army has put up bounty posters all over the streets. I don't even dare to go back to the rebel camp, for fear of being shot from behind."

That's such a hurtful thing to say!

He and the other two mercenary groups aren't actually doing too well right now.

Although they killed the lieutenant general, which the opposition used for propaganda purposes, nobody promoted the hero. As a result, their daily wage increased by a whopping $1000, and that was for the whole team!

On average, there's about a JB hair.

What does it mean?

I took care of the competitor for my boss, and he told me I could retire. Damn! Damn! Damn!

The Syrian government forces have offered a bounty of 200 million Syrian rupees for killing them, and officers who kill them will be promoted three ranks on the spot. This has put immense pressure on Abdullah and his men on the front lines!

Any unit that saw them would want to rush up and tear them to pieces!

Xiao Hei's lips twitched, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but looking at Abdullah's face, which was twisted with anger and exhaustion, he swallowed his words back.

He pulled out the flattened pack of Marlboros from his pocket, took one out, and handed it to him.

Abdullah took it and put it in his mouth. Xiao Hei lit it for him and lit one for himself too.

The two of them squatted down against the wall and took a few puffs.

Gunfire erupted again in the distance, this time from rifles in bursts.

bang bang bang~~

Three shots fired in quick succession, with even intervals; it sounded like an experienced veteran firing.

The new recruits were just firing, pulling the trigger and not moving.

This is why bullets sell best in Africa. It's good enough if you can teach gorillas to shoot; you can't expect them to also learn to fire "insurance 2."

Abdullah finished his cigarette and stubbed it out in a crack in the wall.

He took a deep breath and was about to stand up and continue fighting when his phone suddenly rang, buzzing loudly.

???

Abdullah frowned and answered the phone. "I don't want insurance, I don't want funds, and don't you dare try to sell me luxury cars!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Khalid's voice came through softly, "It seems Mr. Abdullah is very busy. I'll call back later."

Upon hearing that familiar voice, he raised an eyebrow, and under Xiao Hei's gaze, Abdullah immediately became obsequious, "Oh, Mr. Khalid, hahaha, I thought it was a pyramid scheme—no problem, no problem, what do you need?"

"Mr. Abdullah, the company recently made a price adjustment. The Mosquito Type 1 has been increased from US$550 to US$700, and the Mosquito Type 2 is now US$2500. Also, from now on, we will not accept orders of less than 100 units."

Abdullah felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head.

"What?!"

His voice suddenly rose, almost making him stand up from behind the wall, but Xiao Hei grabbed his shoulder. Anger surged from his throat. "Mr. Khalid, how could you suddenly make this decision? Weren't we having a good discussion? $550, minimum order of 15 aircraft, how could it suddenly—"

"This is the company's decision."

"The situation in the war is changing too fast."

"As you know, after the Assef Shokat incident, the market demand for mosquitoes surged, and our production capacity couldn't keep up. We had no choice but to raise the bar. Moreover, with the higher unit price, your commission also increased, right? 7 points, 7 points on $700 is $49, which is $10.5 more than the original $38.5 on $550."

Abdullah opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again.

His current clients consider a ten or twenty aircraft order a big order. Where can he find a sucker who can take on 100 aircraft at once?

Mercenaries without a background or a wealthy patron are essentially "filler babies," penniless and unable to even get a credit card.

A very typical "daylight freak" (people who spend all their time at night).

"Mr. Khalid, 100 aircraft is indeed a bit too many for us. Could you perhaps make an exception and reduce it to 50?"

One unit? Or 30 units would be fine too? My clients are mostly small to medium-sized businesses, they can't handle such a large quantity all at once —

"Mr. Abdullah."

Khalid's voice carried a hint of helplessness. "Are you sure you really tried your best? With so many armed groups and frontline troops across the entire Syrian battlefield, can't you even find a client capable of securing 100 drones at once?"

"You need to broaden your thinking and expand your perspective. You are currently our only authorized distributor in Syria. You should know how valuable this position is. In the entire Syria, you are the only one qualified. With such a large market and such a wide range of opportunities, you're telling me you can't find orders? Then we need to consider whether we should find a more capable partner."

Abdullah's forehead began to sweat.

"No, no, no, Mr. Khalid, that's not what I meant. Please give me a little more time, I'll think of something, I definitely will."

"Keep it up, Mr. Abdullah. The more you sell, the more you earn, isn't that a simple principle? Well, I have other things to attend to, so I'll leave now."

The phone hangs up.

Abdullah took the phone away from his ear and stared at the words "Call Ended" on the screen for several seconds.

Then he slammed his hand on the wall, causing dust to fall from the cracks.

"Grass!"

Xiao Hei squatted down beside him, still holding half a flattened pita bread in his hand. His lips twitched slightly, and he asked cautiously, "Boss, what did you say?"

"Prices have gone up! Mosquito 1 is now 700, and Mosquito 2 is 2500! Plus, we're not accepting orders of less than 100 units!"

"Where am I supposed to find clients now?"

Xiao Hei suddenly said from the side, "Commander, I actually think this kind of weapon is not most suitable for the battlefield, but rather for suicide attacks. The Nusra Front in the opposition is the most extreme, and in addition to Al-Qaeda, they also have Sunni tycoons in Saudi Arabia and Kuwait who have a lot of money. Let's go directly to them!"

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Abdullah hesitated, "You mean looking for Julani? — But that man is too extreme."

Xiao Hei was like a cunning strategist, saying, "Extremism? Who isn't extreme on the battlefield? Even if they're purged later, it'll be the Asians who produced this stuff."

"Extremists can be paid! What's the point of being moderate if you don't pay them?"

Abdullah thought for a moment, then nodded vigorously, "Help me contact Mahad and the others, and arrange for them to meet with Julani tonight!"

They stayed overnight in Zahle and returned to the Sheikh tribe the following afternoon.

When Chen Zheng got out of the car, he immediately saw a row of people standing in the open space.

Gao Fei stood at the front, wearing a dark gray tactical T-shirt, with half of the black grip showing from the holster at his waist.

Standing opposite him was a newly recruited guard, dressed in a long robe, who looked—damn, like a desert bandit.

Gao Fei was holding an AKM and explaining to them how to disassemble and reassemble it.

"This is the safety switch. Up is off, down is on, and the bottom is for continuous fire."

Those people stood ramrod straight, their eyes following Gao Fei's finger.

Gao Fei pulled back the bolt, the crisp, clean sound of metal scraping against metal echoing above the empty camp.

"Whether there's something in the chamber or not, the first thing to do is always pull the lever, take a look, feel it. Don't believe anyone's verbal guarantees; I don't want you guys shooting yourselves in the foot!!!"

When Chen Zheng came around from behind the pickup truck, Gao Fei was the first to see him.

"stand at attention-!"

A group of people hurriedly brought their heels together, but they were all at different paces. Some were fast, some were slow, and some even stumbled when they turned around.

Chen Zheng looked at the row of people, a smile slowly spreading across his face, and strode over.

"Alright, alright, relax, relax."

He said in Arabic, "This isn't the army, why are you yelling? We're all family here, no need to be so polite."

Chen Zheng called out to Li Yang, who was not far away, "A-Yang!"

Li Yang ran over, "Brother Chen, you're back?"

"Go tell Khalid to have four sheep bought every night, roast them, and give each of the brothers a portion after work. If they can't finish them, let them take them home for their wives and children."

The guards stood nearby; they could understand Arabic.

Hehehe, the two Asians are speaking Arabic—

That's how work works. If others can't see it, you haven't done anything. But if others do see it, even if you slack off for seven hours, you've still worked a day.

Boss Chen is quite stingy.

Although the Middle East produces sheep, a fully grown sheep still costs around $150, which adds up to $600 a day!

But for Chen Zheng, this was the cheapest way to win people's hearts.

"Thank you, boss!" someone shouted first.

Then the others joined in the shouting, all talking at once.

Chen Zheng nodded, then turned back and patted Gao Fei on the shoulder.

"Keep an eye on things. If you have any ideas, let me know."

"The brothers are out there, and we need more talent. We can't handle it all by ourselves. Train a few more capable people so that they can share the responsibilities of escorting convoys, factory security, and guarding the base."

Gao Fei nodded. "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I've already arranged the training plan. The first two weeks will be basic physical fitness and weapons operation, and the third week will begin simulated combat and tactical coordination. Within a month, this group of people will be able to take up their posts."

"Okay, you can arrange it."

Chen Zheng patted him on the shoulder, turned to leave, then remembered something and turned back.

"By the way, tell Khalid to get some factory uniforms; they make me think they're bandits."

"Okay~" Suddenly, Gao Fei seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "By the way, Amir came looking for you. He's been waiting in your tent for almost an hour, and he doesn't look too good."

Chen Zheng's eyebrows twitched.

"Okay, I understand. I'll go take a look."

Chen Zheng lifted the curtain and bent down to go inside.

Amir sat cross-legged beside a low table, a cup of tea in front of him. The tea had gone cold and was covered with a layer of tea stains, but he hadn't touched it.

He looked up when he heard footsteps.

When Chen Zheng saw those eyes, he was stunned, as if he had been staying up all night.

"Amir? Dude, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He looked up, saw Chen Zheng's worried eyes, and his lips moved slightly.

"Bruce".

"I want to drive my uncle away!"

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