"Hiccup~"

Tang Dao put the spoon on the table, patted his stomach with satisfaction, turned his head and just wanted to speak, when he saw Osborne putting AKM on the table, the muzzle of the gun was facing him, he pushed the gun down dissatisfiedly, "Man, please put it away, if it goes off, I will go to God to wash his feet." ”

This bearded man had a lot of trouble eating liquid food, like Osborne, who had a white liquid face and a hoof in his hand, without stopping, only when he heard the words, he took the time to take the AKM off and lean against the leg of the chair.

"Sir, how does it taste?" Dalton pushed open the door, still with a basin full of cherries, followed by Robert, who had been supervising the work below, lest the black men be unclean.

"Very good taste." Ambrose stretched out his hand to look at the table, but didn't find the napkin box, so he had to wipe the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and he gave a thumbs up.

Dalton's smiling eyes narrowed, this table of dishes only costs about $30 in the city, and here, $100!

What's wrong with this extra money, losing some smiles?

It is completely possible for the Dalton family of seven to live a luxurious life.

Tang Dao looked at Robert, pulled out the chair, motioned for him to sit down, and saw that Osborne was still stuffing it in his mouth, and slapped him on the shoulder, "Hey, leave some for Robert, were you a starving ghost in your last life?" ”

The Englishman laughed, pulled out half of the sausage that had been swallowed in his mouth, put it on the plate, and after straightening his hand, he handed it to Robert, wiped his hand on his pants a few times, and raised his hand to signal him, "Don't worry, I'm not sick." ”

The corner of Robert's eyes twitched, a hard smile on his face, pushed the plate, and directly used Chinese, "I thank you mother." ”

Osborne was confused, but he felt that the other party must be thanking him, so he waved his hand generously, half got up, took the cigarette in front of Tang Dao, and put it to his mouth, "No thanks, I like to help others." ”

This kind of hob meat can directly infuriate people.

"How's the whole thing going?" Tang Dao was too lazy to bother with this guy.

"Tanks and armored vehicles are in storage, and as for guns, there are so many that they can't fit in airport warehouses, so they can only be put in trucks." Robert frowned, slapped Osborne's hand on his thigh, and said his worries, "With so many weapons, are you sure you can sell them?" ”

The most taboo thing for businessmen is to blindly follow, and arms dealers are not only bold, but also a science.

The significance of the arms trade lies in the fact that mankind has not yet shaken off the primitive nature of resolving differences of interests by violence, and the stage of scientific and technological development in the destination region is not able to create unilateral absolute military superiority. Therefore, there is a need for arms dealers, who can find a market in this direction after mastering the essence of the industry.

In all the regions where there are differences and the strongest power cannot achieve absolute superiority, it is your arena of activity, and all that remains is how to get your goods, then bring them to the market, and then exchange them for wealth through goods.

Tang Dao has come to the point of bringing goods to the market, but to turn them into wealth, it takes brains and means.

There are only a few ways to sell, first, to sell to countries or organizations, but this requires a positive image, such as a network background, such as France's largest private arms dealer Francis. Betrin, who used to be the French Consul General in West Africa, had close relationships with the high-level leaders of many countries, which is why he later sold a "Mirage" III for more than 30 years and sold for 11 million dollars! Second, when they are bulk sellers, in addition to arms dealers, there are also mercenaries who eat on the battlefield, these old men consume a huge amount of ammunition, and they pay their wages day by day, that is, they have money in their pockets.

The first path is currently impossible for Tang Dao, is it... Want to set up a stall on the battlefield?

He was very entangled, but his face still had to show that he was strategizing, "Don't worry, I already have a way, you fill your stomach first." ”

Robert bowed his head, stood up and took the last hoof and nibbled on it.

"Hey... The pile-up of goods, the fact that the employees are able to eat, and the fact that the Nevins Consulting company has not paid its money is a huge headache. ”

Just when Tang Dao twisted his eyebrows, his head flicked, and the electronic sound came out very abruptly.

[Temporary side quest: Sell a weapon worth more than $50,000, reward: one personal special skill, one employee (elite), and if you fail, you will be wanted by the local government.] 】

Crouch... it!

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 sells it for 7.8 hundred US dollars? But that's it, at least about 70 units will be sold.

Private mercenaries who have such an appetite?

Then you can't start with guns alone, maybe try the BTR-40 armored car.

May God bless!

Ambrose and his entourage flew back to Ukraine that night.

Tang Dao and the others stayed in the "luxury presidential suite" at the airport, with hot water and a TV, which cost $7 a night, and Dalton even hinted that if they needed special services, he would be willing to go to the city to find a few good goods.

This whole Tang Dao couldn't cry or laugh, is he a serious airport director?

Are there so many part-time jobs?

He didn't have much passion for Heimei, but Osborne was a little hesitant, but Tang Dao only dropped one sentence, "Namibia's HIV prevalence rate is 1.7%. The Englishman sphincter shrunk, drilled into the room, and locked the door.

Dalton shook his head in disappointment, but in the face of the gold owner, he was still very polite, "I wish you a good dream, sir." ”

"Good night."

……

In Africa, the days are longer and the nights are shorter, and the sun works a little longer.

But early in the morning, shouting rang out at the airport.

"Hey, man, don't put your finger in the muzzle, that's not X!" Tang Dao pulled the door of the armored transport vehicle and said helplessly to the black man who was carrying the firearms, he still chose to be a mobile trader first, and he was probably the only one who did it when he used the armed transporter as a truck, the machine gun on the BTR-40 had already been sold by Grigori, and the three machine gun pivots were empty, looking like they had been shaved head.

Not domineering at all!

However, there is an armored grille under the front of the car, the roof of the power compartment is tilted, and there is armor on the top, as long as you don't encounter the old shady goods such as anti-tank mines, it is enough to save your life.

"Robert, you and Angie stay here, Osborne and Jobe come with me."

Tang Dao closed the door of the armored car, pointed at a few people and said, this Anji and Job are white people sent by tires, but they are also capable, so far, nothing has happened.

"Man, get us ready for dinner, I'm going to have beef." Osborne winked at Robert, opened the driver's door, threw the AKM into the car, sat down, touched the gear, familiarized himself with the lower clutch and throttle, whistled, tilted his 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 deducted this gear and started directly in fifth gear!

How could the old antique stand such abuse, and the atmosphere let out a low roar of protest, but Osborne ignored it at all, increased the accelerator, and rushed out of the airport, what is the brake? Is there a need for that thing?

They galloped towards the Che Tyrant town of Belilpo!

……