Chapter 75: Relational Households!
Trade?
These three words have been equated with the US dollar.
Tang Dao's eyes instantly appeared: "$$".
The Italians are notoriously "friendly", they don't want to let the world be miserable, so they personally knocked down their marshal's plane, and successfully dragged the Germans' tracks, so that they were busy wiping their butts on the front line, after World War II, people gave the nickname: "Fortune boy!" β
Perhaps sensing the blazing gaze behind him, John asked, "Oh? He also pretended to match his facial movements, so that he was very interested.
I heard that Delta is the ace special forces of the US military, and they will also participate in some very unpopular training, such as human behavior, psychology and other complex subjects, and the special word "special forces" is not only manifested in physical fitness, but also in the fact that they have mastered dozens of skills.
"What kind of business I want to hear?" John asked, with his left hand in his pocket.
"Here?" Cecilio gestured around.
John looked around, tilted his head, and spread his hands, "Why not?" β
Seeing his request, Cecilio could only agree, pressing his mouth with a bowler hat, and his voice was very soft, "Our company has four natural mines in Somalia, but the internal situation has been very chaotic recently, and the head office feels that it needs to be equipped with some security personnel. β
"You mean, hire us?" John asked rhetorically.
"No, no, no." Cecilio waved his hand, "We have contacted MPRI, and they will provide us with security for three years. β
QTMDοΌ
MPRIοΌ
Military Career Resources Corporation?
That legendary "supernumerary special forces regiment? β
The pioneer of the old beauty?
Tang Dao suddenly died down, it seems that this order can't belong to the savior at all, so what is this Italian doing when he comes to the door? To show off? He can't be that boring.
He waited patiently for Ceciglio to continue.
"But the MPRI's supply lines in Somalia have not yet been fully established..."
"So, you want us to help them with their supplies?" Tang Dao, who was standing behind, finally couldn't help but speak.
Cecilio was slightly stunned and looked at John, who didn't speak, but moved a step to the side, this small action made him surprised, could it be that the Asian who opened his mouth was a character? Cecilio smiled, "Yes, because there is probably no more powerful arms dealer in Mogadishu than Mr. Nicholas." β
"But what I don't understand is, why did your company come forward with the MPRI matter? This... Not logical, sir. β
"Because I'm also one of the shareholders of MPRI." Cecilio replied.
Suddenly everything made sense, another damn relation!
"And what do we get for our company?" Tang Dao asked directly, he still had a little hope, but who knew that Cecilio was completely shameless, pointing to himself and saying, "MPRI's friendship." β
Falk Squid!
Friends of your mother's head, friendship without dollars is nothing!
Tang Dao rolled his eyes and spread his hands, as if to say, "Sir, are you kidding?" β
Even John was amused by the side, and he almost understood the boss's thoughts, shook his head, and interjected, "Thank you very much MPRI for agreeing with us, but I'm sorry, our airline supplies can only guarantee ourselves, I think, Mr. Cecilio, you should go to the safe zone, there will be someone over there to help you." β
Safe Zone?
UN humanitarian assistance?
Cecilio, who calls himself a gentleman, is also angry in his heart, but MPRI's layout in Africa is related to the future of the entire company, and he can't be rash, although MPRI, which was established in 1987, is only a few years now, but because most of its founders and its management are General Eagle Sauce retired, their relationship with the military is very hard, otherwise, the order worth 30 million US dollars during the Gulf War will not be their turn.
In the past few years, the company has developed rapidly, and the company has set its sights on Africa, the land of gold mines.
If it weren't for the fact that the delivery of goods could not keep up, why would it be necessary to find a "collaborator" in Somalia? β
"Mr. Nicholas, I really come with sincerity, in fact, if you have any requests, you can say it." Cecilio asked, licking his face.
"Can you call the shots?" Tang Dao asked.
"Of course, the company gave me this permission."
Tang Dao's eyes rolled, and the water began to bubble again, how can I squeeze some oil out of this Italian, have you ever seen a dog's face? His face changed quickly, and as soon as he heard that there was something good to be gained, he stood up and stretched out his hand, "Reacquaint yourself, Mr. Cecilio, Nicholas." β
Belch?
Cecilio was immediately confused, and glanced at John, who stood behind Tang Dao with his hands tied, and he immediately understood, crying and laughing, "Sir, you... I can really play. β
Tang Dao didn't blush, pulled the Italian and walked back to the office, took out the cigars hidden in the lower drawer, put them on the table, took out the red wine on the wine cabinet, poured it full, touched it lightly with the glass, and said with a smile, "I apologize to Mr. Cecilio, of course the supplies you said are okay, but I also have two requests." β
Cecilio straightened up and lowered his glass, "Please." β
"1. All the weapons and equipment of your company in Somalia must be purchased from me, including bullets, and of course I will give you a lower price than the market price."
As soon as this condition came out, Cecilio was obviously very resistant, and his face was immediately unhappy, but Tang Dao raised his hand and blinked his eyes, "Please let me finish, second, in Somalia, we have formed a mutual aid alliance to jointly safeguard our own interests, if you agree, I can reduce the supply cost by 60%, and besides, dozens of our weapons, including the Hind helicopter, can be rented to you without a deposit, the price is favorable, of course, the damage must be compensated." β
In fact, what Tang Dao cares about the most is the second one.
This friend who came from the United States must not be wasted, how good is it to be a thug?
He now lacks the strength to gain a firm foothold, and the other party currently lacks weapons, and if the two sides can cooperate, this is the best result.
The most important thing is that MPRI's reputation is relatively good, so why did Blackwater become so famous? It's not that he's awesome, it's that he's really scandalous, torture prisoners, indiscriminate killings, QJs, etc., and so on, if they weren't in the United States, they would have been killed by someone with concentrated firepower.
Aren't they terrorism?
Just criticize his pen on their own people.
Cecilio frowned and shook his head, "This can't be done, we have a contract with Company HK, we must use their weapons." β
"Is it a firearm or all?" Tang Dao asked unwillingly.
The Italians immediately understood what this meant.
"We still have a chariot here, if you are interested, you can learn about it." Sure enough, Tang Dao smiled very happily on his face, anyway, the price of firearms is too low, and if it is completely carried out, it will not be the same for large items such as infantry chariots, and these values will be great.
But this condition is still unacceptable to Cecilio, buy from him? Wouldn't it be up to him to decide how much money he had, and completely hand over the initiative to the other party, which is absolutely impossible.
Can you try to rent?!
Cecilio was still a little moved, and suddenly his mind moved, and his elbow pressed against the table, "Then Mr. Nicholas, do you have any ideas for establishing a PMC company?" β
"Of course, the African market is huge, and I want to make a profit!"
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