After listening to Sophia's persuasion, Zhou Qingfeng finally realized that he was facing a new situation. Technology and violence cannot solve political problems, and we must think in the long term and think differently.

So from the end of July to the beginning of August, Zhou Qingfeng was in Istanbul for half a month, occasionally playing the role of a sea monster to make the local chicken shipping a little hit, and then decided to take a half step back and return to Kiev first.

At this moment, Ilham, a black marketeer from Persia, came to Boryspil again, wanting to continue to buy the goods he needed from here.

Half a month ago, I heard that the black market in Borispol was attacked by the Kiev intellectuals, and Ilham was even more nervous than Zhou Qingfeng. Because in the past six months, he has made millions of dollars in transactions on the black market and made huge profits.

There is no more fair and calm black market in the world than Boryspor. It's a duty-free airport, with low transaction costs, and it's safe, just perfect.

If it were shut down, Ilham would simply not find a better replacement.

Thankfully, Boryspil survived. Zhou Qingfeng announced that the black market would be closed for three months for recuperation, but only half a month later, people came back to retrade.

Even if you can't enter the airport, new markets have spontaneously formed on the roads outside the airport. When Ilham returned to the place, it was very dear to see many familiar faces. This is the source of his wealth, and he can't give it away.

An old T-55 tank was parked on the road with a black hole in the barrel facing the road.

Others would be scared when they saw a tank, but Ilham drove in and felt safe when he saw the thick pipe. He lowered the window and waved to the guards on the tank and shouted:

"Hey, bro, I'm Ilham, I'm back. I miss you so much. ”

Even if it's a black market, there is a bit of camaraderie between people. Especially after a catastrophe, everyone is once again connected because of the bond of interest, and the relationship is closer.

Everyone on the black market hates Eagle Sauce because the latter is completely ruining their jobs.

The Ermao guard on the tank kept a straight face, and smiled when he saw Ilham, but the inspection that should be carried out will not be less, and even more carefully.

A long strip of improvised houses were built on the road outside the airport, each with crude signboards nailed to the doors, and the materials used were all sorts of strange materials.

Wood is more common, and discarded mechanical parts are also used. A little creative simply use heavy artillery shells, or scrapped large missile bodies. In short, how strange it is, just like postmodern art.

Ilham walked from house to house, and almost every shop owner knew him. There is no distinction between high and low here, and everyone is very welcome to come back, chat with each other, and ask about the current market situation.

Ilham mainly sells Persian woolen products and purchases mechanical and electrical light industrial products from the 'Holy Light'. The trade between the two sides is highly complementary and in great demand.

As the trade deepened, Yilham knew that most of the 'Western goods' on the black market actually came from flower growers, and the quality of workmanship was not as good as the genuine products in Europe, the United States, Japan and South Korea, but the price was cheaper.

In the past six months, there have been at least sixty or seventy Persian merchants who have made their fortunes like Ilham. They do not hesitate to use air freight to solve the logistics, which is really too profitable.

"I heard that the big boss directly opened the Il-76 in order to rescue Marcos, is there such a thing?" Ilham went to a black market bar and asked a black market friend he knew.

The bar is lively, accommodation, dining, entertainment, and socializing. People on the black market love to come. The big boss refers to Zhou Qingfeng, this title has been recognized by the entire black market, and it is completely a symbol of strength.

"That's the thing." The black market friends all nodded, "That Il-76 had to be disassembled and shipped back for repair because it was seriously damaged."

The Intellectuals failed and were purged that night. A lot of us were involved in the aftermath of the retribution. A lot of people died that night. ”

On the night of the riots, every black marketeer would have a smirk. They survived the danger of death, and their revenge afterwards was very brutal and extraordinarily cool. Many big people who usually don't dare to provoke were killed by them.

"It's a shame I wasn't able to participate." Ilham broke his vows and took a drink, and also wanted to brag. It's just that the outlaws in the bar all laughed, asserting that it would be nice if he wasn't peeing his pants if he was there.

Ilham somehow likes the messy atmosphere of black market bars. Even though the air is cloudy, the lights are dim, the drinks are poor, the sound is poor, the visitors are all very vicious, and the scantily clad hostesses are especially fond of throwing drinks in the faces of customers.

But it's really comfortable, uninhibited, you can laugh and it's very free.

After a few drinks, Yilham wanted to find a waitress to have fun. But a few guards came in from outside the bar, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "Ilham, the big boss wants to see you." ”

"Big boss?" Ilham is weird. If Marcos wanted to see him, it would have been fine, but it was rare for the president of the 'Holy Light' to see him by name.

Many people in front of the bar heard this specific title, and they all turned their heads in surprise to pay attention - if you can be greeted by the big boss, you must be going to make a fortune. After all, if you're unlucky, there's no need to be so troublesome.

Ilham straightened his clothes and followed the guards out of the black market bar and into the airport.

The airport terminal was demolished and rebuilt, more than a dozen high-power lights were on, and dozens of construction machinery were busy. Zhou Qingfeng wants to expand this and make it a fortress, and the three-month construction period is not enough at all, at least one year.

Next to the terminal is a temporary tent, built in the pattern of the field command. The black market is still operating, with a large number of transport planes taking off and landing at airports, ensuring that logistics and financial services do not stop.

Ilham underwent at least two security checks before he saw Zhou Qingfeng playing barbecue in an open field. The latter was unscrewing a bottle of black pepper and sprinkling it on the roast.

"Mr. Yilham, don't be too nervous. Why don't you have something to drink and relax? Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the dining table next to him, with wine and melons and fruits. My barbecue is ready right away, and I'd love to give it a try. ”

Ilham rubbed his hands, not pretending to be calm. He grinned, "Boss, I still want to know what you're looking for me first?" Otherwise I can't relax. ”

Oh...... that's a good conversation.

"I heard from Marcos that a Persian high-ranking person had come and bought some prohibited goods. Recently, however, the quantity and value of the military supplies you have purchased have been declining, and all you are buying and selling are civilian supplies. Why is that? ”

Zhou Qingfeng's straightforward inquiry, which made Ilham relieved but quite embarrassed. He hesitated for a while and said, "Because civilian goods are easier to make money." ”

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and turned his head to look at Marco Shi who was standing next to him. The latter shrugged his thick shoulders and said in a deep voice: "I just said, maybe the reason for the matter is very simple.

It was more profitable to buy and sell civilian supplies, so these Persian merchants embezzled the funds for the purchase of military supplies. After all, military supplies are purely consumed, and there is no profit at all. The reason behind this is as simple as that. ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked at Ilham again, sighing and sighing. He silently recited in his heart, "Persia is really a dou who can't be helped." If it weren't for the pressure on the chickens, I really didn't want to help you. ”