Tang Dao shrank in a corner where no one was paying attention, pretending to be nothing.

【Draw!】 】

I saw the flags of many countries flashing on the virtual screen in front of me, and finally stopped on the flags, divided into two layers, red below, blue above, and a crown hanging in the upper left corner, and the following was written: Liechtenstein!

QNMLGB！

Tang Dao almost flipped the table.

Liechtenstein? What kind of bird place is this?

He rummaged through his mind before he thought that it is a landlocked pocket country in central Europe, between Switzerland and Austria, one of the only two double landlocked countries in the world, only about one-third of the area on the west side of the country is located in a flat river valley, and the rest of the country is mostly mountainous, with a total area of 160.5 square kilometers, and most importantly, his entire population is less than 40,000 people!

There is no permanent army in this place, so what weapons do they need?

[Liechtenstein is preparing to purchase a batch of aircraft to defend against increasingly serious forest fires].

The corners of Tang Dao's mouth twitched, did he still have to help them get into a batch of aircraft, and then dismantle the weapons and give them to them as "fire extinguishers?" "But it's a little reluctant to let him give up, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's still a piece of meat, and the thief can't go empty.

"If the army can't be sold, I'll sell it to the local residents!"

Liechtenstein abolished the army in 1868. According to the Constitution, in the event of an emergency, "every citizen (under 60 years of age) who is capable of carrying arms" is obliged to defend the Motherland.

Then let everyone of school age in this country have the ability to carry weapons!

Isn't that what arms dealers are obligated to do?

Let the shells and death illuminate the whole West!

Thinking about this, he was in a much better mood, and raised his head to look at Aideed, it was the first time he had seen this rumored best fifth person in Africa, short in height, wearing a military uniform on his body, no heroism, more like a monkey wearing an overcoat, pretending to be a man!

But maybe it's because I've been in this position for a long time, and that look is still full of prestige.

Money can make a man's waist stand tall, and power can make a man speak loudly.

"African monkeys!"

Robert stood behind Tang Dao, and when he heard his boss say the game very softly, he also raised his head and looked at Aideed, nodding slightly, this description is really accurate.

No matter how a monkey learns from a man, it is a monkey after all.

…

The birthday party lasted until about 7 p.m.

Most of the guests were gone, and a few people who didn't seem to be low in status walked out of the door and looked at Tang Dao who was sitting upright, and after looking at each other, they decided to go back and let people check this Nicholas. Where did Don come from.

"Mr. Nicholas, General Aideed is waiting for you upstairs." Oumar held a small suit in his right hand, walked over, his voice was gentle, and he wore a pair of black-framed glasses, this private property steward who was later killed by the U.S. military with Aideed was a high-achieving student who returned from studying in Switzerland, and he died with him, but it was a pity.

Tang Dao nodded and got up, and Robert and the others were just about to follow, but they were stopped by Ouma.

"I'm sorry, the general only called Mr. Nicholas alone, the restaurant next door has prepared caviar flown in from Italy for you, please wait."

"Wait down there, there's probably no safer place in Somalia than here." Tang Dao said after pondering for a moment, but his eyes looked at Ou Ma, who only bowed his head, did not make a sound, and led the way in front.

"Come with me, several."

There was a servant who entertained Robert and the others and walked towards the restaurant next door, and they also looked up at Tang Dao with some concern.

The second floor of Aideed is even more splendid, like a royal palace, and there are several "famous paintings" hanging on the walls of European castles, but most of the author Tang Dao has never heard of it, maybe... Is it a native African painter?

Oumar led him deeper into the hallway, stopping at the innermost point and knocking on the door, where Aideed's voice rang out, "Please come in." ”

He dared to push the door in, half-bowing his head, "General, Mr. Nicholas is here." ”

Tang Dao flashed out from behind, "Good evening, General Aideed." ”

The other party was behind the long table, raised his head, smiled on his face, walked out from behind the table, and stretched out his hand, "I'm sorry to bother you at night." ”

When the butcher learns to read the Bible, it means that he is only thinking about how to hide his blood with grace.

Tang Dao felt the other party's politeness, but he was vigilant in his heart, and shook it with him with a smirk, "I feel that it is my honor to meet the general, and I often hear the general's name in the United States, His Excellency the President of Somalia." ”

Isn't it mutual hypocrisy?

Who wouldn't?

When Aideed heard the words His Excellency the President, it seemed that he had suddenly caught his excitement, and the smile on his old wind-dried face blossomed.

"You may be seated."

Tang Dao thanked him and sat down a little upright.

Aideed glanced at Oumar and asked casually, "I heard that Nicholas is an arms dealer?" ”

"No, no, no, general, I want to refute it, that's not called arms, that's called hope, hope." Tang Dao stroked his right hand, made a gesture, and began to flicker, "Somalis should not only live in poverty, they need to use weapons to find the future, and God guided me here, he said that he does not want everyone who believes in him to live in poverty, he wants everyone to be happy and bathed in his holy light." ”

Guidelines?

Oh, God?

Aideed had dealings with arms dealers, who were tough and greedy, gentle gentlemen, and timid, but never seemed to be as capable as this Asian American... Blow?

Now that God is all gone, what else can Aideed say?

"I'm here to send warmth to the Somalis." Tang Dao's eyes were very determined.

"Can I look at these weapons, no, hopefully?" Aideed rubbed his temple with his right hand, and asked directly.

"Of course." Tang Dao spread his hand, "Very welcome, I will not refuse any believer, you can come and see the goods, Soviet goods, I can get whatever you want, and you can order if you don't have it." ”

"Does AK47 have it?"

Tang Dao straightened up, "Of course there is, how many times do you want it?" No, how many do you need? ”

He almost said the price, he gestured with his hand, "Eight hundred dollars a hand, ten rounds of ammunition, if you want a thousand, I can give you a twenty-percent discount." ”

Aideed clenched his fist and glanced at Ouma, who shook his head gently at him.

"I have some ideas for these, but can the price be cheaper?"

This guy really got home.

Isn't $800 cheap?

Tang Dao's face flashed a little dark, is this another poor man?

"Ahem," Aideed said, covering his mouth and snorting, "I have a guard of about two hundred men, and I want to equip them with Soviet goods." ”

"Then this is definitely not a money-saving!"

Tang Dao seemed to have caught something, ripped off his clothes, and his face was solemn, "Sir, I don't think this can be done, your guards are the most elite soldiers in Somalia, do you think they can show your nobility by letting them use AK47 weapons?" This will make others laugh at you. ”

"I studied design at Stanford before, I know what it means to be a man, and if you believe me, I will help your guard design the equipment that best suits your temperament."

Oumar tilted his head, Stanford studied design?

Is it so professional?

Why hadn't he heard of it?

But looking at Tang Dao's determined expression, he still suppressed his doubts, mainly for fear that he would say it and be ridiculed by the other party, but as everyone knows, he didn't meet a liar, but he just encountered a big fool.

……