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

Chapter 85 What do you think of my cigar-smoking posture?

Saif was in a good mood.

He said directly on the other end of the phone, "Do you still have any Mosquito 2s? How many do you have? I want them all!!"

The voice coming through the receiver was full of vigor and confidence, a stark contrast to the exhausted Libyan prince I had met in Zahle last time.

Four words echoed in Chen Zheng's ears: "I want them all, I want them all—I want them all."

His two eyes: $$.

Excitement, exhilaration, I couldn't contain myself any longer—

But the businessman's instincts immediately told him something was wrong. Saif wasn't stupid; he knew the situation in Libya better than anyone. NATO's no-fly zone had completely blocked their skies, their ground troops were suffering defeat after defeat, and they were almost out of friends internationally.

Why is he so excited at a time like this?

Chen Zheng's eyes flickered slightly. His businessman's sense of smell detected something unusual. If the goods were rubbish, would you still buy them? If the goods were just average, would you be so eager to buy them all?

Then there's only one possibility: Saif has already used it in actual combat!

Moreover, their record is quite good!

Saif was clearly not a qualified negotiator; perhaps the hundreds of tons of gold he possessed prevented the Gaddafi family's sons from learning how to bargain.

Chen Zheng's mind was in turmoil, and his voice was tinged with difficulty: "Mr. Saif, I am very grateful for your liking of our products, but your request to buy them all puts me in a difficult position. As you know, the market response is very positive. The Mosquito series has made a name for itself on the Syrian battlefield. After the Assef Shaukat incident, people are lining up to get their hands on the products from me."

"Besides, you know the situation in the Middle East better than I do right now. Raw material costs are rising, freight costs are rising, labor costs are rising, and I can't even keep my costs down. My profits are as thin as paper."

"Are you raising prices?"

Saif interrupted him abruptly, with a tone of arrogant confidence, "How much? You name it."

Chen Zheng wasn't embarrassed at all when he was exposed; he just chuckled twice.

"Mr. Saif, as you know, I value integrity the most in business."

"Mosquito 2, my current factory price for others is $2500 per unit. You're an old friend, so I can't be more expensive than others, but I also can't be too much cheaper, otherwise I won't be able to explain it to my other customers. How about this, I'll give you a discount of $20, $2480, how about that?"

Saif: "Give me priority for the goods."

Chen Zheng gave a wry smile, his tone full of helplessness: "Mr. Saif, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, but there are already orders from other customers lined up, and I've already signed contracts with them. Breaching the contract would mean paying compensation, and I'm just a small business owner—"

Saif interrupted him again, his tone impatient, "I want 5000 Mosquito drones, $2-$3000 each. Is that enough to cover your breach of contract penalty?"

Chen Zheng's mind went blank.

5000 aircraft.

$3000 per aircraft.

$1500 million!

Is this how the rich do things?

That's incredibly extravagant!

This was the first time Chen Zhengzhen had been overwhelmed by money.

Indeed, there are only poor countries, not poor rulers. For Chen Zheng, this is a huge order, but perhaps for the Gaddafi family—

Sprinkle some water!

Going out to gamble would cost more than this.

Chen Zheng's heart skipped a beat for a moment, then suddenly accelerated, blood rushed from his chest to the top of his head, his eardrums bulged, and he could hear the sound of blood surging in his veins.

Mother--

Who says CNC machine operators can't get rich?

Isn't this just like telling people that chemistry teachers are all bookworms and useless?

This person is utterly ignorant!

He didn't even blink when he was chopping people up in the cold storage of the meat processing plant, but at this moment, when the number 1500 million came crashing down on him, his mind went blank for a brief moment.

He tried his best to calm himself down, but he couldn't help himself and his voice was excited: "No problem, Boss Saif!!"

Regardless of whether NATO will ban NATO or whether Gaddafi will fall, with $1500 million invested, even if Saif ordered him to deliver the goods to the trenches on the Libyan front, he would personally escort the truck.

Who the hell is NATO?!

Calling on South Africa won't do you any good!

Don't say Chen Zheng's mentality is unstable—

If you won a million, could you maintain a stable mindset?

Arms dealers and those involved in grey market businesses ultimately cannot resist "high prices"!

Saif then asked him, "How long will it take?"

Chen Zheng's mind raced.

His six DMG MORI five-axis machines, two Hasliga machines, four CNC lathes, three T2108 deep hole drills, plus more than twenty monster laborers and precision engineers working around the clock, should be enough to meet production capacity.

With the addition of the newly arrived GMC1811 gantry machining center and two Y41-100 hydraulic presses, the time required for some processes can be further reduced.

"Within ten days."

Saif paused noticeably on the other end of the phone, a hint of surprise in his voice: "Why so fast this time? Last time you said a month for 1500 aircraft, but this time you're saying ten days for 5000? Bruce, you're not planning to send me empty boxes, are you?"

"Mr. Saif, do you think I'm that kind of person? When you placed your order last time, my factory only had a few production lines. And now? To be honest, I've expanded production recently. New equipment has arrived, and I've hired new workers. The production lines have doubled."

More than doubled.

He spoke with a sincere and heartfelt tone: "Besides, you are our first major customer. The Mosquito series has achieved its current reputation thanks to your support. I, Bruce, am not an ungrateful person. If you are in a hurry, I will work overtime to get it done for you. No one else can cut in line."

"Don't worry! If I can't do it within ten days, I'll hang myself!"

Seeing the other party's confident tone, Saif felt somewhat reassured: "Alright, I'm relieved to hear that. 5000 within ten days."

Two mosquito nets, not one less.

"Bruce, I like your straightforward business acumen."

"The down payment is US$700 million, in gold and cash. The remaining US$800 million will be held in escrow in a Swiss numbered account and vault. Once the goods are ready, you can go there to check on them anytime!"

"If you need, I can also use the online black market. There's Bitcoin on the Silk Road now—but the quantity is limited."

"No problem, Mr. Saif, you can pay however you like, as long as it's convenient for you!" Chen Zheng said, pretending to be very generous.

If you don't pay up, see if this guy will kill you!

I'm waiting for your good news.

After hanging up the phone, Boss Chen was somewhat lost in thought—

Before I knew it—my net worth was about to exceed ten million?!

Khalid stood behind him, watching his back, and couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Boss? Boss?"

Chen Zheng did not react.

"Boss!"

Chen Zheng snapped out of his daze, turned around to look at Khalid, and grinned, "What?"

"Are you alright?" Khalid looked him up and down. "The way you looked just now, I thought you were possessed."

"Possessed by an evil spirit? I'm not possessed by an evil spirit."

Chen Zheng stuffed his phone back into his pocket, pulled a cigarette from the pack and put it in his mouth. His fingers trembled slightly as he clicked the lighter twice before it lit. "I'm just—a little dizzy from being showered with money."

He saw Nabil in the distance, walked straight over, and grabbed his hand amidst the other's bewildered gaze. "Mr. Nabil, thank you, thank you so much."

This is the mascot!

Saif's first deal was guaranteed by him; he's his lucky star!

Nabil was taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm, but then his smile deepened.

He had just heard the name Saif. Although he didn't understand what they were talking about, judging from the Asian man's expression, damn it, he made money again!

He felt a pang of envy and jealousy; the guy must have made millions again.

"Mr. Bruce, you're too kind."

Chen Zheng released his grip, took a step back, and looked into Nabil's eyes.

"Mr. Nabil, starting today, your commission will be increased to 9 points per aircraft."

Nabil's face spread out like a chrysanthemum.

9 points.

蚊子1型现在是700美金一架，9个点是63美金。蚊子2型2500美金一架，9个点是225美金。

"Mr. Bruce, what—what am I supposed to say—"

"Nothing needs to be said."

Chen Zheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, "You're my best friend. If I'm not good to my friends, who am I good to? Okay, Li..."

"Please handle the noodles. I have to go now; I have other things to take care of."

"Oh, right." Chen Zheng turned his head to look at the people still on the ground, his smile fading. "I'm a kind-hearted person, let's send them on their way."

Nabil nodded. "Okay!"

He watched Chen Zheng turn and walk towards the pickup truck, then waved to Chen Zheng's retreating figure.

Chen Zheng opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Gao Fei started the engine, and the convoy slowly drove out of the meat processing plant's yard and onto the main road.

Khalid sat in the back row, leaning forward and speaking in a very low voice.

"Boss, how big is that order exactly?"

Chen Zheng rolled down the car window a crack to let the evening breeze in, took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit it with one hand, his hand trembling.

"2,500 mosquitoes, $3000 each."

Khalid's eyes widened suddenly, his mouth opened, and he uttered a muffled "Huh? Ah? Ah?!!"

"Hey buddy!" Chen Zheng turned his gaze to him and called out.

Khalid stared at him blankly.

Then Chen Zheng leaned to the side, his posture casual and somewhat languid. "What do you think of my cigar-smoking posture?"

He then changed to another posture.

? ? ! ! ?

"By the way, should we get a new hairstyle?"

Khalid laughed upon hearing Chen Zheng's words, then hugged Chen Zheng tightly. "Boss, what you need to do now is figure out how to install a motor in your ass!"

"You don't need to worry about any of that bullshit smoking posture. Even if you smoke upside down, it's still a rich person's way of smoking!"

Of course he was excited too. He was different from the others; he started out with Chen Zheng. While others received salaries, he received dividends!

A 2% dividend!

$30!!!

Khalid is not greedy at all. Even if Chen Zheng can earn tens of millions, he can only earn 30, and he won't feel bad.

Oh shit--

We should be grateful we get any money at all!

"There's one more thing. You should ask around. Something must have happened in Libya, otherwise Saif wouldn't have spent such a high price," Chen Zheng said.

Khalid patted his chest and said, "No problem, boss!"