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

Chapter 79 The client definitely thinks I'm very capable~

Chen Zheng was completely stunned when he heard Amir's words.

Hey no, although I want to overthrow the tribe, I haven't even started yet, and you've already taken the initiative?

He forced a smile and said, "Amir, I don't understand what you mean?!"

Amir stared intently at Boss Chen, making the latter's buttocks itch with desire.

"I went to see my uncle and told him what you told me, but he doesn't think we'll be attacked by the Shiites in the Bekaa Valley. He even scolded me and told me not to stay with you any longer! He said you're not a good person."

"Nonsense!" Chen Zheng immediately cursed.

Amir said, "That's right, I thought he was talking nonsense. We are Sunnis, how could we expect Shiites to host us? So, I think it's better to lead the tribe to find a new place to settle closer to Daraa province than to be surrounded here!"

Chen Zheng kept his head down. Actually, what he meant by "talking nonsense" was that Xie He said he was not a good person.

What do you mean he's not a good person?

What bad things has Boss Chen done on this land, besides killing a few people, selling a few guns, and having a lieutenant general killed by the goods he sold?

He even fed the stray cat at the tent entrance twice, so how is he not a good person?

Aren't they much cleaner than those pure and innocent girls from Europe and America?

Is it any cleaner than those who play "XNH" in the Vatican?

Nonsence!

Grass!

You old geezer!

He looked up and shook his head. "I'm just an ordinary merchant renting a place in the tribe, Amir—"

"Please help me!"

Amir's voice suddenly rose, and he leaned forward, placing his hands on the edge of the low table. "I'm willing to become your brother. Once I take control of the tribe, I'll help you with anything! I swear by the Lord of all worlds!!"

After hearing his words, Chen Zheng also felt that the other party's oath was truly ruthless.

In the Middle East, swearing an oath to Allah is like a Chinese person swearing an oath to their ancestors for eighteen generations; they are truly willing to risk their lives.

Religion—tsk tsk tsk—

Chen Zheng frowned and remained silent.

Seeing that he was still undecided, Amir quickly said, "After this is over, I will go to Dara Province to occupy several villages and control the main roads. At that time, I will also rise up in rebellion. I am willing to give you all the orders of my forces, including vehicle repair, individual weapons, and so on!"

He took a breath, his voice urgent and almost pleading: "Bruce, I'm not the cowardly kind of person like my uncle. I know what you want. You want the market, you want distribution channels, you want to establish yourself in this area. I can give you these things, but my uncle can't."

Upon hearing this, Chen Zheng looked up, and Amir's eyes seemed to be blazing with fire.

He asked cautiously, "What do you want me to help you with?"

Amir's eyes flashed, as if he had been waiting for these words.

He leaned forward, lowering his voice even further, so low that only two people could hear him.

"My uncle's birthday is in two days. Every year at this time, the people in the tribe gather together to celebrate. He will sit in the main seat, receive blessings from the tribe, drink a lot of wine, and sleep soundly that night."

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"I will take my men and do it directly, but after I expel him—I hope—something will happen to him outside."

Chen Zheng understood.

I understand completely now.

Amir wasn't afraid to act; he simply couldn't bring himself to kill his own uncle.

After all, whether in the East or the West, the reputation of patricide is unpleasant!

Who can withstand it?

Sheikh had been running the tribe for decades. Even if he was expelled, as long as he was alive, he would always be a symbol. There would always be people loyal to him who wanted to bring him back, and there would always be resentful elders who wanted to cause trouble behind the scenes.

The dead cannot become flags.

Boss Chen laughed and said, "You just can't bring yourself to do it?"

Amir's eyes flickered, his expression shifting between light and shadow in the kerosene lamplight. He was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice, "He is, after all, my uncle."

Chen Zheng wanted to laugh just looking at him; he really wanted to laugh.

What the hell are you pretending for?!

He didn't even blink when he was talking about expelling them, but now that he's talking about lives, he's starting to talk about family ties? But he didn't laugh. In business, some smiles can be shown on your face, while others are hidden in your heart.

He thought for a moment and nodded.

"If that's the case, I promise you."

Amir suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining like torches, and sprang up from the ground. He grabbed Chen Zheng's hand, clenched it tightly, and shook it forcefully.

"Bruce—thank you, thank you—"

His voice trembled slightly, whether from excitement or nervousness, it was hard to tell.

Chen Zheng patted the back of his hand and said with a smile, "We're brothers, no need to thank me."

Amir released his grip, took a deep breath, and his chest heaved violently, as if trying to calm himself down.

"I'll head back now; there's still a lot to prepare."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

Amir turned around, lifted the curtain, bent down, and slipped out.

The tent fell silent.

Chen Zheng sat cross-legged on the carpet, staring at the flame of the kerosene lamp on the low table for a while.

Footsteps approached from outside the tent, and the curtain was lifted from the outside, allowing Assam and Khalid to slip inside one after the other.

Assam saw Chen Zheng sitting there in a daze, so he plopped down opposite him.

"Why is Amir here?"

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

"He wants to play the underdog."

Assam's hand, which had just picked up the teacup, froze in mid-air. The lid of the teacup wobbled, making a soft clinking sound. He looked up at Chen Zheng, his expression changing from casual to serious.

"He wants to be a chief?"

"He wants to be the chief," Chen Zheng nodded, "and he wants me to help him kill his uncle."

The tent fell silent.

Khalid stopped smoking his cigarette at his lips.

Assam laughed out loud.

"What a filial son!"

Khalid laughed beside him, "Boss, you agreed to it?"

Chen Zheng squinted as he thought, looking at Assam and Khalid.

"I'm wondering, if I sell this information to the Sheikh, will he give me anything in return?"

Assam almost spat out the mouthful of tea he had just drunk.

He coughed twice, covering his mouth, his eyes wide open, staring at Chen Zheng with an expression as if he were looking at a madman.

"You—you're going to sell Amir?"

"What's wrong?" Chen Zheng spread his hands, his expression as innocent as a wronged child. "I'm a businessman. I do business with whoever offers the highest price. Isn't that basic business ethics?"

"A businessman only makes money from both ends."

Upon hearing Chen Zheng's words, Khalid and Assam exchanged a glance, then simultaneously gave each other a thumbs up.

"Boss, your way of thinking is something most people can't keep up with."

Khalid withdrew his thumb, his expression still carrying an indescribable admiration. "To profit from both sides and still make both sides think you're a good person—that's a skill I can't learn."

Assam: "So, boss, what are you planning to do? Really sell it to the Sheikh?"

Chen Zheng waved his hand and asked with a smile, "What do you all think?"

Assam's smile faded, and his expression turned serious.

"I don't think we can tell Sheikh."

He spoke slowly, organizing his thoughts before uttering them: "Sheikh is too old, so old that his bones are brittle. He can't withstand any upheaval or temptation. He seeks stability and peace, and he doesn't want to offend anyone."

"The Sheikh type of guy, you give him a gun and he'll use it to guard his house; you give him a chance and he'll stay in his shell and not come out. But Amir is different. He's a young man, ambitious, energetic, and daring. He might be impulsive and reckless in his actions, but he knows what he wants and is willing to fight for it."

"Those who are unscrupulous and have no scruples are the best people to do arms business with us. If we all cower in, what are we supposed to do?"

This is the difference between doing business with Lao Zhong and doing business with camels. Does Lao Zhong not have money? Plenty! But he seeks stability. To the north is Mongolia, which he uses as a speed bump. The rest of the country consists of small countries. To put it bluntly, a power outage would be the end of the world.

Besides, Lao Zhong doesn't need your weapons~

Camels are surrounded by war and have plenty of money, making them ideal for doing business.

Khalid nodded vigorously beside him and took over the conversation.

"I think so too. Boss, that old man Sheikh, you could say he's not good, he's still polite to us. You could also say he's good, he's always holding back. Our goods are like they're sitting in a warehouse in his hands, they don't make any waves. But Amir is different. If he really takes control of the tribe, he'll definitely move outwards, towards Daraa province. The orders he can generate then are something that a conservative old man like Sheikh can't compare to."

Assam glanced at him and lowered his voice, "Besides, I don't think we need to kill the Sheikh. Expelling him will suffice. It would be best if the old man just went abroad to retire peacefully, but what if he's resentful and wants to stage a restoration?"

"When he comes back and causes trouble, it'll be another arms deal. You can sell to both sides, sell to whoever tries to restore the monarchy, and sell to whoever suppresses the restoration. You can do this business for a lifetime."

Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, pointed his finger at Assam, and tapped the air with his finger.

"Your brain works better than mine."

Assam smiled too, and the two exchanged a glance.

Khalid sat to the side, glancing at Chen Zheng and then at Assam. His lips twitched, and he felt as innocent as a child in front of these two.

"Alright, let's put Amir's matter aside for now and let him prepare on his own. We're not in a hurry."

Chen Zheng flicked off his cigarette ash, then changed the subject, "You all came together just now, is there anything else?"

Assam slapped his forehead, as if he had just remembered, and pulled a bulging brown paper envelope from the inside pocket of his jacket.

He placed the envelope on the low table and pushed it in front of Chen Zheng.

"I almost forgot the important thing. This is the list of aid projects our company received from the Iranian Revolutionary Guard for milk tea shops. I picked a few that we can do and brought the tender documents. Take a look and see which one you want to do."

Chen Zheng put the cigarette in his mouth, freed his hand to open the envelope, and pulled out a thick stack of A4 paper.

The paper is white, of good quality, feels thick to the touch, with neat edges and no wrinkles; it looks like it was printed in a professional manner.

The heading is printed with a bilingual title in Persian and Arabic: "List of Outsourced Aid Supplies (Non-Sensitive Category)".

Chen Zheng's gaze swept down from the first page.

The list of items is divided into several major categories, and each category is further subdivided into numerous smaller items, making it densely packed and dazzling to look at.

Category 1: Weapon Components

7.62×39mm magazine body stamping (including follower, spring, and base plate), specification: AKM/AK-47 universal, material: steel, monthly demand: 50000 sets.

RPG-7 launcher grip assembly (including wooden handguard, heat shield, and fixing screws), material: wood + engineering plastic, monthly demand: 2000 sets.

Mortar base plate (60mm/82mm), material: forged steel, monthly demand: 500 sets.

12.7mm heavy machine gun mount (tripod type, including elevation and traverse mechanisms), material: steel pipe + cast steel, monthly demand: 100 sets.

Category Two: Vehicle Parts

Toyota Hilux pickup truck rear suspension leaf springs (seven leaves, including hangers and bushings), material: spring steel, monthly demand: 2000 sets.

Toyota Land Cruiser front bumper (with bull bar-style crash frame and pre-drilled holes for machine gun mount), material: steel pipe + steel plate, monthly demand: 500 sets.

Military truck drive shaft universal joint (specifications: 52mm×152mm), material: alloy steel, monthly demand: 3000 sets.

Category 3: Engineering Equipment

Bomb disposal robot gripper assembly (including grippers, shaft, and spring), material: high-strength steel, monthly demand: 200 sets.

Mine detector handle and connecting rod (non-electronic parts, including telescopic rod, grip, and cable interface housing), material: carbon fiber tube + engineering plastic, monthly demand: 500 sets.

Chen Zheng turned the pages one by one, his gaze lingering on the numbers in each line for a moment before moving on.

His hand continued to turn the pages, and when he reached the fourth page, his gaze stopped on the last few lines.

Category 6: Guidance and Electronics (Non-sensitive, Outsourced)

Anti-tank missile optical sight housing (including lens barrel, focusing ring, eyecup holder, and button housing), material: aluminum alloy + engineering plastic, monthly demand: 100 sets. (Note: Excludes optical components such as lenses and reticles; only mechanical structural parts are included.)

Rocket tail fin stamping (107mm/122mm simplified type, including four tail fins + fin mount), material: stamped steel plate, monthly demand: 50000 sets. (Note: no fuse, no explosive, no guidance, only structural component)

After he finished reading it, he flipped back to the first page of the list and read it through again from beginning to end. Then he placed the stack of papers on the table and tapped them lightly twice with his fingers.

"That's all?" He looked up at Assam. "Just the casings, brackets, connectors, bases—all that junk?"

Assam spread his hands.

"I've told you before, you won't get access to the high-tech stuff. The Revolutionary Guard's own factories make guidance components, communication modules, and optical components. The profit margins on those are more than ten times yours, but why would they give them to you? You don't even have a proper factory, you can't even get ISO certification, you don't even have a decent office. How are you going to get the Revolutionary Guard's procurement approved?"

"You mean I don't even have the outsourcing qualifications?" Chen Zheng stared wide-eyed.

Assam spread his hands and smiled.

Mr. Chen was so angry that his breasts hurt.

"Anti-tank missile sight housing"

He read it aloud, tracing the words under his finger: "Excluding lenses and reticles, only mechanical components. Does this thing require high precision?"

"It's definitely taller than a magazine."

Assam said, "After all, it's the outer shell of a scope. The coaxiality of the scope barrel, the thread precision of the focusing ring, and the tolerance of the eyecup mount all have requirements. But to be honest, with your current equipment, you can do this without any problem. What's your DMG MORI 5-axis camera used for? Isn't it for this kind of work?"

"I have another question!"

Chen Zheng's eyes lit up. "Can I put this outsourcing experience in the company's resume?"

"I think the client definitely believes I'm very capable!"

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