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

Chapter 80: Working as a Dog for a Big Company~

Assam wanted nothing more than to glare at Chen Zheng, and said irritably, "If you're not afraid of being hunted down by the Israelis, you can try—"

Chen Zheng chuckled, folded the stack of A4 papers back into the envelope, pulled them towards himself, and placed them under his teacup.

"Alright, alright, then this anti-tank missile sight housing will do."

He tapped his fingers twice on the envelope. "How much is one set?"

Assam tore a piece of paper from his notebook, on which a string of numbers was written in pencil, and pushed the paper over.

"The Revolutionary Guard's purchase price is $380 per set, which is their internal allocation price to milk tea shops. As an outsourcing supplier, we can offer you $230, which is already very high."

"twenty one?"

Chen Zheng narrowed his eyes and quickly did some mental calculations.

What is the monthly demand?

"It says 100 sets on it," Assam said, pointing to the order.

"One hundred sets?"

Chen Zheng frowned. "Only one hundred sets? You call that an order? You know I don't even accept orders below 100 anymore."

"The Revolutionary Guard is a big company. In business terms, it means you have someone backing you up, just like Huawei in China. There are so many people who want to work for them but don't have the opportunity."

Being able to work as a lackey for a big company is your good fortune!

Many people probably still think this way: back then, BYD was also a company that processed products for others.

Assam picked up his teacup, took a sip, and spat the tea foam back into the cup. "That's how the Revolutionary Guard does things. They give you a small order first to test your quality, delivery time, and cooperation. If there are no problems, they'll gradually increase the volume. If you can deliver a hundred sets smoothly, increasing it tenfold afterward won't be a problem."

Chen Zheng nodded. "Alright, alright, consider it a donation to the cause of justice."

He leaned back on the cushion, his tone generous, "For Allah, for the cause of Islam, I'll earn less if I have to."

Assam scoffed, "Didn't you tell my boss you believed in Allah? That Allah would help the cause of Islam? Why the look on your face now, like someone owes you two million?"

Chen Zheng sat up straight. "I also want to believe in Allah, but I can't just focus on believing in Allah and neglect the money, can I?"

He said matter-of-factly, "If the real reason is that he can cover all my rent, utilities, workers' wages, and raw material costs, I'll kowtow to him every day. The problem is, God doesn't give me money, so I still have to earn it myself."

Assam's lips twitched, he shook his head, turned to a new page in his notebook, and uncapped his pen.

"Is there anything else I can help with? Tell me all at once."

Chen Zheng thought for a moment, then took the cigarette out of his mouth, stubbed it out with his fingertips, and threw it into the empty teacup on the table. The cigarette butt soaked into the remaining tea, making a soft "hissing" sound.

"I need an aluminum alloy housing for an anti-tank missile sight. Do you have any good suppliers you can recommend? Ideally, someone who can provide a stable, long-term supply, with reasonable prices and decent quality. I need to do machining, and the uniformity of the aluminum rod is crucial. Too many impurities will damage the cutting tool, and inconsistent dimensions will result in a high scrap rate."

"If there are no suitable suppliers, find me some abandoned channels, things from the battlefield, such as warplane wreckage, armored vehicle scrap metal, missile casings, and ordnance parts. As long as it's aluminum alloy, I'll take it back and remelt it myself. Anyway, my vacuum melting and degassing furnace is already installed. Scrap aluminum goes in, qualified aluminum rods come out, and I can refine it for my own use, which will further reduce costs."

Assam stopped writing. "Scrap aluminum? There are people who recycle that stuff from the battlefield. Do you think you're the only one eyeing that lucrative business? There are people in Lebanon who specialize in this business. They collect scrap iron and aluminum from the Golan Heights, transport it to workshops in the Zahle to be melted down into ingots, and then sell it to small factories in the Bekaa Valley. This chain has been running for years. Do you think you can get in on it?"

Chen Zheng grinned. "That's why I need your help. You know a lot of people, so help me find out if there's a channel that can bypass the middlemen and connect directly with the recyclers. A higher price is fine, the key is stability. If all else fails, I'll drive to the Golan Heights myself to collect them. Aren't Israeli armored vehicles frequently bombed? The wreckage won't just disappear into thin air, will it?"

"Aren't you afraid of getting blown up?"

Chen Zheng pulled out the prayer beads, crying, "God help me~~"

Assam gave him a deep look, then lowered his head and wrote a line in his notebook.

"I'll try my best to help you find a way. This kind of thing isn't something you can do just because you have money. It depends on your connections, your territory, and who dares to team up with you. I'll ask around for you and see if it can work out, but I can't guarantee it."

Chen Zheng smiled and nodded, then patted Assam on the shoulder with just the right amount of force. "I trust you to handle things. Is there anyone with a higher status than your boss? Once this is done, I'll get you an apartment in Dubai."

"Come on."

Assam pushed his hand away and said irritably, "Just don't betray me when the Israelis put you on their wanted list."

Boss Chen patted his chest—

"Don't worry about that, I'm a true friend."

.——

For the next two days, Chen Zheng stayed in the tribe.

I train with Gao Fei every morning.

It's called training, but it's really just the most basic stuff.

He certainly doesn't go to the battlefield, and the company isn't fighting a war, but if one day a customer offers an irresistible price, then he still has to deliver the goods.

Boss Chen doesn't want to be killed by someone!

Selling weapons is just like selling drugs; one is afraid of being beaten to death, and the other is afraid of getting sick. Sigh, making a little money isn't easy.

On the first day of the five-kilometer run, he got a side stitch after running two kilometers, and he was panting like an old dog, supporting himself on his knees with both hands.

The second day was better, and I finished the whole race, but I almost walked the last kilometer. My legs felt like they were filled with lead, and every step was a struggle.

Gao Fei stood beside the finish line, holding a stopwatch. "34 minutes."

"Passed. Is this all the veterans are capable of?"

"How many runs did you do in the army?" Chen Zheng asked, panting.

Gao Fei chuckled, "5 kilometers armed, under 18 minutes!"

"Damn it, you beast!!!"

Chen Zheng was covered in sweat and was about to go to the river to wash his face when his cell phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket.

Buzzing—

He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, starting with +44.

UK area code~

Chen Zheng draped the towel over his shoulder and took it.

"Hello?" Hmm—it has a strong Zhejiang accent.

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a heavy Arabic accent: "Mr. Bruce?"

"it's me."

"I am Mr. Saif's overseas intermediary. You may call me Elfro."

"Mr. Saif sent me to pick up the goods. The situation on his end is not good. NATO has blocked the air routes to Libya. All civil and cargo flights are grounded. Planes can't get in or out and can only travel by ground."

"You just need to give me an address, and we'll pick up the goods."

Where are you now?

"Beirut!"

Chen Zheng thought for a moment, "Come to Zahle, call me when you arrive!"

"Okay, I'll be there this afternoon!"

The phone hangs up.

Chen Zheng took the phone away from his ear, stared at the screen for two seconds, and then turned and walked towards the tent.

He lifted the curtain and bent down to go inside.

Gao Fei was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, cleaning his gun. The AKM had been disassembled into its parts: the barrel, receiver, recoil spring, and piston rod, all neatly arranged on an old cloth.

He dipped a cleaning rod in gun oil and poked it into the barrel.

"Ah Fei, pick 15 people, get ready to leave, and wait for me at the bottom of the hill in half an hour."

Gao Fei: "Okay!"

Chen Zheng stood at the tent entrance and called out, "A-Yang!"

Li Yang poked his head out of the tent next to him, with half a pita bread in his mouth.

"Brother Chen?"

"Get to the hillside to load the trucks! Two pickup trucks lead the way, followed by the big trucks, fast!"

Li Yang stuffed the remaining half of the pita bread into his mouth, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's, mumbled a reply, and turned to run away.

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The entrance to the cave on the hillside was still covered by vines, appearing grayish-green in the afternoon sun, and could not be seen at all unless you got very close.

Chen Zheng pushed aside the vines, bent down, and crawled inside.

The air inside the passageway was cooler than outside.

He turned the corner, and the lights in the cave shone out.

Four-Eyes was squatting in front of the newly arrived CNC gantry machining center, adjusting the parameters.

Four slender fingers tapped on the control panel, long ears tilted slightly forward, and amber eyes stared at the scrolling code on the screen.

"Boss." It pushed up its glasses without looking up.

"The entire shipment from Libya has been loaded onto trucks."

Four-Eyes nodded, stood up, and shouted into the depths of the cave, "Baldy! Chiang Kai-shek! Move all the Libyan goods outside the cave entrance; the boss is shipping them out!"

"Gurgle!" The bald man's voice echoed from the depths of the cave.

Chen Zheng stood outside the cave entrance, hands on his hips, watching the bald man and his men carry goods out.

One wooden crates after another emerged from the opening. The crates were all the same size, one meter long, half a meter wide, and half a meter high. They were nailed together with fumigated solid wood boards, with iron plates wrapped around the four corners, and several packing straps tied horizontally and vertically.

The side of the box is marked with black marker: "MONSTERFACTORY, QTY: 50SETS".

The bald man crawled out of the hole carrying a wooden box, his shoulders resting on the bottom of the box, his steps steady and resonant.

He walked to the truck, put the box in the cargo compartment, and then turned around and walked back.

Chiang Kai-shek followed behind, carrying the second box—

Four-Eyes stood next to the truck, holding a small notebook. Every time a box was brought up, he would draw a line in the notebook.

Chen Zheng walked over and glanced at his notebook.

"Boss, 1000 Type 1 mosquito units, 50 boxes, 20 units per box. 500 Type 2 mosquito units, 25 boxes, 20 units per box. Load them all onto the truck, not a single one missing."

"OK."

Chen Zheng locked the back door of the truck and made a phone call to Li Yang and the others who were waiting below. Li Yang and Gao Fei came up shortly afterward.

The guards stood in the back of two pickup trucks, their AKM rifles pointed upwards, their faces covered with checkered headscarves, only their eyes showing.

The convoy came down the hillside and drove along the gravel road toward Zahle.

The guards sat in the back of four pickup trucks, one in the front, one in the back, and two on each side. If it was a narrow road, they would sit in three in front and one in the back.

The large truck was sandwiched in the middle.

Chen Zheng sat in the passenger seat of the middle pickup truck, holding a walkie-talkie. "Let's go!"

The convoy began heading towards Zahle.

"I always feel like our firepower isn't strong enough!"

Chen Zheng said to Gao Fei, who was driving next to him, "Next time, just make an anti-aircraft machine gun and attach it to the pickup truck."

"If I could, I'd even consider attaching multiple rocket launchers—"

When the convoy left, it had to pass through the Sheikh village; there was no way around it, that's just how the road was.

So many people saw it, and many people's eyes flickered after seeing it!

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