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

Chapter 86 Humanoid? Hehe, I, Chen, am one too!

In fact, Khalid didn't need to make any special inquiries.

The news just came to me by itself.

When Chen Zheng returned from the cave, he went to the tribe below to take a bath. He was covered in the smell of cutting fluid, which smelled even worse than photinia flowers.

My clothes are covered in water—a lot of it!

"Boss! Boss!"

Khalid's excited voice rang out from outside the tent, and then he lifted the tent flap and walked in, only to see his boss putting on his pants.

"Uh—did I come at a bad time?"

"Get the hell out of here! Just say what you want."

"Boss, I think I know what happened."

Khalid grinned and handed over the phone. "Take a look at this yourself."

Chen Zheng took the phone.

The screen displays news footage from an Arab satellite television channel.

Gaddafi, who looks like Scar from The Lion King, stood on the stage, dressed in his military uniform, looking down on everyone.

(That look in his eyes, with the whites of his eyes showing, that's ruthless!)

"What is NATO? It's all a paper tiger!"

"We attacked the French airfield, destroyed three French fighter jets, and killed countless French soldiers. This is a great victory for the Libyan people in resisting the Western crusaders' invasion!"

Upon hearing this, Boss Chen suddenly realized why Saif was so happy and bought 5000 of them in one go!

This shows they've gained confidence.

What's this called?

The chicks will defeat the big chicken, right? (Machine?)

On television, Gaddafi was full of vigor, shouting, "Down with the dictator! Eliminate the Americans!!!!"

His slogan immediately stunned Chen Zheng—

He looked at Khalid and said, "Is this old Khalid such a show-off?"

Khalid grinned. "Boss, he's always been like this. He crowns himself 'King of Kings,' 'King of Kings of Africa,' 'King of Kings of the Arab League,' over a dozen titles in total. Even his own family can't remember them all. A single speech can take several minutes just to read out these titles."

"His most famous example was when he went to the United Nations General Assembly in the United States in 2009. All national leaders were all allotted 15 minutes for their speeches, but he started speaking as soon as he took the stage, going on and on for a full hour and 36 minutes. And when he got really excited, he pulled out a copy of the UN Charter and called the UN Security Council a 'terrorist council.' Then he pretended to tear the Charter up, and finally just threw it to the ground."

Chen Zheng almost dropped his cigarette ash.

"That brave?"

"Does he really think God will come down to his aid? Can God possibly defeat the five permanent members of the UN Security Council?"

Khalid exaggeratedly said, "That's not even the most outrageous part."

"When he visits a country, he never stays in a five-star hotel suite arranged by others. Wherever he goes, a tent is transported there. When he visited France, the Marigny, the French state guesthouse, specially set up a large, luxurious Bedouin tent with heating equipment for him in the courtyard."

Khalid made a circle in the air with his hand. "Damn, anyone who didn't know better would think this was a fucking circus performance!"

Khalid's eyes lit up at the mention of gossip, and he chuckled lewdly, "That's not all, he also has a whole squad of beautiful female bodyguards with him, and it's rumored that all 40 of them are virgins!!!"

"And that doesn't even include publicly insulting the British Prime Minister, farting in his face, and calling Britain a 'declining colonial scoundrel.'"

"Back in 82, I went to the University of Tokyo to buy an atomic bomb. When I was refused, I gave them a hard time on the spot."

Khalid counted on his fingers, "We also want to issue gold dinars in Africa and abolish the franc."

"It's not easy to offend five great philanthropists in one go!" Khalid couldn't help but laugh out loud. "If this happened anywhere else, I would definitely think he's crazy, but in Africa, I actually think he's—quite normal."

As everyone knows, the matchmaking system in the African region is utterly inhuman. First there was the maniac who ate meat, then the 800-person attack on Tokyo University, and now there's this charlatan trying to cure AIDS—

Grass! !

Chen Zheng picked up a cigarette from the table, tossed one to Khalid, and said with a smile, "It's because of people like you that our business is good. We must respect our customers."

It's okay to grumble occasionally; who wouldn't be happy to encounter someone like that?

Khalid took a drag of his cigarette, clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and muttered incantations, his expression as devout as a true believer.

"May God bless him and help him hold on for a while longer!"

Chen Zheng also said, "I need to find someone to hang a peace charm for him at Lingyin Temple, and then find someone to pray for his well-being at Huangshan."

"If that doesn't work, then go to the footbridge in Hong Kong and find a fortune teller to help him beat the villains of the Americans and French."

"There's probably no one in the world who wants him to die less than us."

The people who least want you to die are either your creditors or your insurance companies.

Chen Zheng's mouth was dry from talking, so he drank half of the black tea on the table: "Let's get down to business."

"I'm planning to set up an office in Hong Kong. We need a lot of raw materials there. What do you think?"

"I completely agree."

Khalid said, "Moreover, we need someone to keep an eye on things. We need to find a reliable person to be stationed there permanently to handle the supply from Huaqiangbei, coordinate logistics, deal with banks, and handle customs matters. We need someone to keep an eye on things, otherwise relying solely on phone calls and emails will inevitably lead to problems sooner or later."

Chen Zheng frowned upon hearing this.

His men are all ruthless thugs; they're good at robbing and pillaging, but you want them to run a business?

Isn't this just like Li Kui doing embroidery?

Hey, I embroidered a Song Jiang shirt for JB!

Li Yang was clever, but he couldn't even speak English fluently, and when he went to Hong Kong, he couldn't even understand the road signs.

Most importantly, you must be able to speak English! And you have to be a foreigner~

Khalid looked at his furrowed brow, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of probing.

"Boss, I have a cousin—Hernandez, you know him, right?"

Chen Zheng paused for a moment, and an image popped into his mind: a tall, thin man in a suit and glasses, refined and gentle, speaking softly, a completely different species from Khalid, a rough Middle Eastern man.

"You, the one who's an English high school teacher in Syria?"

Khalid nodded, a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"When the civil war broke out, their school closed down. His father is my uncle, so—he hopes I can take care of him."

He rubbed his hands together, as if afraid Chen Zheng would refuse, and quickly added a few more words: "Hernandez is different from me. He went to university, graduated from the English Department of Damascus University, and is fluent in English and French, not to mention Arabic, and he also knows a little Chinese."

"Furthermore, he interned at Canary Port in England and understands trade!"

"He is meticulous and steady, unlike me who is impulsive. He managed the school's academic affairs for five years, and the accounts were clear and accurate without any mistakes. He is much more suitable to manage the Hong Kong office than the rest of us."

Chen Zheng leaned back against the cushion, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He squinted and thought for a while, then glanced at Lao Ha out of the corner of his eye.

Of course we have to give them face!

"No problem! Your cousin is my cousin too! How could I not trust him?" Chen Zheng laughed heartily. "Let him go directly to Hong Kong, and I'll have the stall owners there contact him!"

"Okay, thank you, boss!" Khalid said shyly.

Chen Zheng waved his hand, "Don't be so formal. We don't need to talk like this because of our relationship. You're a partner, so of course you have the right to recommend people. In the future, if you find any talented individuals, just tell me. What's the most important thing in the 21st century? Talent!"

Cultured people are popular everywhere.

Those who engage in this kind of "gray market" naturally hope to have more of their own people involved. Look at Guzman and the Colombian drug cartel; most of them are their own people.

It seems that there are a few capable members in my own Chen family—

It is said that there was also someone who was beyond the fifth degree of kinship and entered Wudaokou. He didn't know what major he studied. He was standing at the door when the ancestral hall opened.

He squinted, looking like he needed to send some money back to repair the roads and old house in his hometown.

It would be best to also give several hundred yuan a month to the elderly in the village who are over 60 years old.

Who are you trying to impress by not returning home after becoming rich?

Oh shit--

Why does this routine seem so familiar?

This seems to be the process for some people who go overseas to sell genuine products.

Chen Zheng said to Khalid, "Go and tell Assam to prepare a charter flight, just like last time. This time, try to get a separate helipad, and also set up a warehouse at Beirut airport!"

Khalid sensed Chen Zheng's ambition to expand his territory. Who in business doesn't want to grow bigger and stronger?

As for whether they will be wiped out—

What are you afraid of?

If there's no risk of getting your head killed in business, then your business has no future!

Selling houses can bring in two trillion yuan!

Khalid nodded excitedly and was about to leave when Li Yang came in. He said to Chen Zheng, "Brother Zheng, Amir is here!"

Chen Zheng raised an eyebrow and then said, "Please let him in."

A moment later, Amir entered, looking anxious. He hurriedly said, "Bruce, we can't wait until my uncle's birthday! The Syrian Sunni Holan tribal alliance is demanding we leave the Bekaa Valley immediately, or they'll treat us as traitors!"

"Damn, this has been going on for days. My uncle didn't tell me at all; he's keeping it a secret from everyone. He's leading the tribe into a dead end!!"

Chen Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing Amir's words.

"Calm down, buddy!"

"How did you know about this?" Chen Zheng looked up and stared into Amir's eyes.

Amir's expression froze for a moment, a hint of unease flashing across his face.

Chen Zheng frowned, his tone becoming more serious: "We're brothers now, is there anything we can't say? Besides—what we're doing is rebellion! People will die!"

Amir's shoulders trembled slightly as he took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision.

"My uncle has a concubine."

Chen Zheng was stunned for a moment, then immediately understood.

Damn, it's another batch of stuff from Auntie M!

How many times has this kind of drama been played out since ancient times?

He wasn't particularly interested in other people's private affairs, but he clearly understood the value of the information itself.

Holland Tribal Alliance.

The large Sunni tribal alliance in Daraa province, Syria, whose members cover several villages and towns around Daraa, wields considerable influence in southern Syria.

They demanded that the Sheikh tribe immediately leave the Bekaa Valley, or they would be attacked as traitors.

What does this mean?

This means that the conflict between Sunnis and Shiites in the Bekaa Valley has escalated to a critical point.

After all, the Holland Alliance supports anti-government forces, while the bubble tea shop supports the government army.

Chen Zheng looked at him and asked, "If you kill your uncle, what are you going to do next?"

Amir paused, his eyes flickered, then he shook his head, his expression showing the kind of confusion that young people often have when facing a major decision.

"I haven't decided yet."

Boss Chen is like a weirdo who cheats people out of their virginity. "I think if we're going to do something, we should do it quickly."

"There are several villages on the border between Syria and the Bekaa Valley, in a good location, on the upper reaches of a tributary of the Yarmouk River, with convenient transportation and easy to defend. After you imprison your uncle, immediately send troops to conquer them, and then form a defensive pincer movement with these villages."

He drew a line on the carpet with his finger. "After you take it, quickly expand your army and establish yourself independently in the central area. The Milk Tea Shop and the Holland Alliance want to take you down, and I'll help you too!"

There's another sentence—

As long as you can afford it, you can have plenty of weapons!

Amir's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Bruce's hand: "Bruce, what can you teach me?"

Chen Zheng laughed, thinking that a feather fan would be even better at this moment.

He reached out and patted Amir on the shoulder. "Make a clean break. Let's do it today."

"Tonight, send troops directly to imprison Sheikh!!!"

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