Chapter 14: : Itinerant hawker
"Hi~"
Tang Dao put the spoon on the table, patted his stomach in satisfaction, turned his head and was about to speak, when he saw Osborn put the AKM on the table, the gun was pointing at himself, he pushed the gun down dissatisfied , "Dude, please put it away, if it goes off, I'm going to fetch God footwashing water."
It is very troublesome for this bearded person to eat liquid food, just like Osborne, whose face is covered with white liquid, and he is pulling a hoof in his hand without stopping. By the chair legs.
"Sir, how does it taste?" Dalton opened the door, holding a washbasin full of cherries in his hand, followed by Robert, who has been supervising the work below to prevent the gang of black hands and feet from getting dirty.
"It tastes very good." Ambrose reached out his hand to look at the table, but didn't find the napkin box, so he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and gave him a thumbs up, looking familiar.
Dalton's smiling eyes narrowed into slits. This table dish only costs about 30 US dollars in the city, but here, it costs 100 US dollars!
What's wrong with losing a little smile on the extra money?
The seven members of the Dalton family can live a luxurious life.
Tang Dao looked at Robert, pulled out the chair, motioned him to sit down, saw that Osborne was still stuffing his mouth, and slapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, save some for Robert, you were a starving ghost in your previous life ?"
The British laughed, pulled out half of the sausage that had been swallowed into his mouth, put it on the plate, and after straightening his hands, he handed it to Robert, wiped his hands on his pants a few times, and raised his hand to signal him, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
The corners of Robert's eyes twitched, a forced smile appeared on his face, he pushed the plate away, and said in Chinese, "Thank you, mom."
Osborn was confused, but he felt that the other party must be thanking him, so he waved his hand generously, got up halfway, brought the cigarette in front of Tang Dao, and put it in his mouth, "No need to thank, I like to help others very much. "
This kind of hob meat can directly **** people off.
"How is the whole thing?" Tang Dao was too lazy to argue with this guy.
"The tanks and armored vehicles are all in storage. As for the guns, there are too many to fit in the airport warehouse. They can only be put in trucks." Robert frowned, slapped Osborne's hand on his lap, and put himself Worried in my heart, I said, "With so many weapons, are you sure you can sell them?"
The most taboo thing for businessmen is to follow blindly. Arms businessmen not only need to be brave, but also a science.
The significance of the arms trade industry lies in the fact that human beings have not yet got rid of the primitive nature of using violence to resolve differences of interests, and the stage of technological development in the target area cannot create a unilateral absolute advantage in force. Therefore, arms dealers are needed. They can only find the market in this direction after mastering the essence of the industry.
All areas where there are differences and the strongest power cannot gain an absolute advantage are your stage of activity. The remaining problem is just how to get your goods, then bring the goods to the market, and then exchange them to become wealth through commodity exchange.
Tang Dao has come to bring goods to the market, but to turn them into wealth, it requires brains and means.
There are only a few sales outlets. 1. Selling to countries or organizations, but this requires a positive image, such as someone with a network background, such as Francis Betterling, the largest private arms dealer in France. He used to be the French Consul General in West Africa. He communicated with many countries All the high-level executives have close relationships, which is also the reason why he sold a "Phantom" III for more than 30 years and sold it for 11 million US dollars! 2. As a bulk seller, besides arms dealers, there are also mercenaries who make a living on the battlefield. These lords consume a lot of ammunition, and their wages are paid every day, that is to say, they have money in their pockets .
The first way is absolutely impossible for Tang Dao at present, so...do you want to set up a stall on the battlefield?
He was very tangled, but he still had to show a well-planned look on his face, "Don't worry, I already have a solution, you fill your stomach first."
Robert nodded, stood up and took the last hoof to chew on.
"Hey... The goods are piled up, the employees can eat, and the money from Nevins Consulting has not been paid. It's a headache."
Just when Tang Dao frowned, his head shook, and the electronic sound came out again abruptly.
[Temporary side mission: sell a weapon worth more than 50,000 US dollars, reward: one personal special skill, one employee (elite), if you fail, you will be wanted by the local government. 】
Fuck... Fuck!
50,000 US dollars, according to the US price, the price of a brand new AK47 is 400 US dollars, of course, in this remote area of Namibia, who can sell it without 7.800 US dollars? But that's it, and at least 70 or so will be sold.
Who has such a big appetite for private mercenaries?
Then you can't start with firearms alone, maybe you can try the BTR-40 armored vehicle.
God bless!
Ambrose and his party flew back to Ukraine that night.
Tang Dao and the others lived in the "luxury presidential suite" at the airport, with hot water and TV, which cost 7 dollars a night. Dalton even hinted that if they needed special services, he would go to the city to find some A good deal.
This whole Tang Dao can't laugh or cry, is he a serious person in charge of the airport?
Are there still so many part-time jobs?
He didn't have much passion for the black girl, but Osborne was a little hesitant, but Tang Dao only said, "Namibia's AIDS carrier rate is 1.7%." The British guy shrank his sphincter and burrowed into the room. , and locked the door.
Dalton shook his head in disappointment, but facing the benefactor, UU read www. uukanshu.com is still very polite, "I wish you a sweet dream, sir."
"Good night."
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Africa has long days and short nights, and the sun works a little longer.
But this early in the morning, shouts sounded in the airport.
"Hey, buddy, don't put your fingers in the muzzle of the gun, that's not X!" Tang Dao said helplessly, pulling the door of the armored transport vehicle, to the black man who was carrying the guns. I am afraid that he is the only one who can use the transport truck as a truck. The machine gun on the BTR-40 has long been sold by Grigory. The three machine gun pivots are empty, and they look like their heads have been shaved.
Not domineering at all!
However, there is an armored air intake grille under the front of the car, the roof of the power cabin is sloped, and there is armor on the top. As long as you don't encounter old **** like anti-tank mines, it is enough to save your life.
"Robert, you and Angie stay here, Osborn and Job follow me."
Tang Dao closed the door of the armored car, pointed to a few people and said, Angie and Job are the white men sent by the tires, and they are capable. So far, nothing has happened.
"Man, help us prepare dinner. I want beef." Osborne winked at Robert, opened the driver's door, threw the AKM into the car, and sat on it. He touched the gear and was familiar with it. I pressed the clutch and accelerator, whistled, turned my head to look at Tang Dao, and suddenly asked, "Boss, do you want to try drag racing?"
Without waiting for the other party to refuse, he buckled this gear and started in fifth gear!
How could Old Antique endure such abuse? He let out a low growl in protest, but Osborne ignored him at all, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed out of the airport. What is the brake? Is that thing needed?
They galloped towards the car town of Belial!
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