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Chapter 316 I can’t help but hold on to my drunk money!

(I can’t remember how much more I owe. Well, today it’s 10,000 yuan again. Anyway, I just want to thank Mr. Baiyin Da Meng ‘qiz’)

By the way, please give me a monthly pass!

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High above Riyadh, the golden sky palace circled in the sky and then began to slowly descend.

With a 'bang' sound, the landing gear landed heavily on the runway, and the Sky Palace taxied far away before slowly coming to a stop.

Fahd bin Abdul Aziz Al Saud…

King Fahd for short.

The king personally greeted Sean's arrival at the airport.

Theoretically, Sean is just a businessman, and even if he visits, it is impossible for Fahd, the king, to appear in person.

After all, last time Sean went to Lao Sa, Lao Sa's younger brother was responsible for welcoming him.

But, at that time, Sean didn’t have the truth in his hands.

Today's Sean is different from the past. It is just a protective fleet. Sean can point at all the Arab countries and shout, "Everyone here is rubbish!"

Yes, even if YL is added and the fleets from all Arab countries are integrated together, Sean can destroy them!

Standing on the hanging ladder, Sean waved to the flashing lights.

Walking to the hanging ladder, Sean hugged Fahd and hugged each other, and then hugged and greeted Fahd's younger brother one by one.

This is Sean's first time coming to Saudi Arabia, and also his first time meeting these big business owners in Saudi Arabia.

When you meet for the first time, be polite and give each other gifts.

Normally, giving gifts to each other comes later, but...

"My gift is a little special." Sean said with a smile.

"Oh, really, I'm very curious." Fahd smiled very reservedly. I, Fahd, the King of Saudi Arabia, the oil tycoon, the richest man,

one.

What gift have I never seen before?

The group of people walked to the back of the Golden Palace under the leadership of Sean. Compared with any gifts, Fahd and his brothers and children were more curious about the world's only sky palace converted from a large passenger aircraft.

Currently the most expensive means of transportation in the world, a private jet, is said to cost nearly US$200 million!

Of course, this is the publicity price agreed between Sean and Boeing. Due to some other terms, Sean actually spent far less.

The back door of the palace cabin opened, a steel structure gently sloped to the ground, and then the sound of the engine was heard.

A car drove out of the cabin.

Seeing the car, a group of people's eyes lit up. It wasn't that it was a rare car or a trailer, but it felt like it must be like this private jet, and those little ones of theirs were simply rubbish!

This is a fucking palace in the sky, and it has its own parking garage!

Just after the car body appeared halfway, everyone suddenly stretched their necks, their eyes widened, the huge white eyes were clearly visible, their mouths were opened wide, and they were so shocked that they couldn't make any sound.

A flatbed frame was dragged behind the car, and a green, round, thick, long, big guy with horizontal wings was stuck on the flatbed frame.

It was almost 2 meters thick with a wingspan of more than 3 meters. It was very long. I don’t know how long it was, but it was definitely over 15 meters. A behemoth was slowly pulled out of the cabin!

In order to install this big thing, Sean specially sent the Sky Palace to Boeing, opened up the original garage and warehouse, and made some minor modifications.

Well, just one million dollars...

That’s the 747. It’s no problem to install this on a fuselage that’s more than 70 meters long. If it’s a serious private jet, it’s not as long as this missile!

Fahd was completely stunned. I had never seen anything just now.

Now, I’ve never seen this before!

He grabbed Sean's arm and used force with his fingers. His face slowly turned red. What he knew was that he was excited. What he didn't know was that he thought he was excited...

"This, this, this!" Pointing at the super huge missile body, Fahd was a little incoherent.

"A small gift." Sean was very pretentious and stretched out his index finger and middle finger to make a gesture. The distance between the fingers was almost undetectable.

"Oh, my God, my friend, this, this, I just don't know how to say it, this, my God, by God, this is so surprising." Fahd held his head, and neither did the Saudi King.

, he has only seen this thing on TV.

Lao Sa next door also has one, and Fahd has seen it before, but he bets that it is definitely not as thick and big as this.

The entire missile was pulled out and the vehicle stopped. A group of people immediately gathered around and started to touch it.

What's this?

Is this a missile?

No, this is the truth!

Allah may not be able to calm down the enemy, but He can!

After a long time, Fahd calmed down, turned to look at Sean, and asked with eager eyes: "Is this true?"

"Of course not, this is just a shell. If it is loaded with fuel and warheads, the overall weight will be as high as 20 tons. It will be difficult for me to put it into my aircraft." Sean said with a smile.

A trace of disappointment flashed in Fahd's eyes, but he understood it immediately.

He was aware of the two missile treaties being negotiated, and the United States directly rejected his proposal to purchase missiles.

As an American, Sean cannot really send a missile to himself.

However, even if it is an empty shell, not everyone can get this thing.

To put it bluntly, there are not many people in the world who can independently complete this empty shell manufacturing technology.

Of course, this is not the most important thing. What is really important is the significance of Sean giving this gift, today when his plan to purchase missiles has been clearly rejected by the United States.

Fahd's palace was splendid, and the banquet was of the highest standard. However, everyone was a little absent-minded, and the thick and long guy they just saw always popped up in their minds from time to time.

Everyone is aware of the situation and realizes something.

The banquet ended a little hastily.

Sean, Fahd, his brother Prince Sultan, and Aziz Al Saud, the half-brother of King Fahd who is the first in line to succeed.

Four people sat across from each other in a conference room.

"I can see that King Fahd likes the little gift I gave him very much." Sean smiled and said, "I heard that the king mentioned buying missiles."

"Yes, unfortunately, the White House refused." Fahd sighed.

"Yes, the White House is leading the two treaty negotiations. As the leading party, it is impossible to sell missiles at this time. King, you know this."

"Yes." Fahd nodded.

"As far as I know, YL's planes always patrol the Persian Gulf with the purpose of attacking oil transport ships in Laos." Sean suddenly changed the topic, "Several oil tankers under my name have also encountered similar things.

, I don’t know what the situation is like in Saudi Arabia.”

Speaking of this, Fahd's face became a little ugly, "YL people should go to hell."

Since the end of the inter-war war, the oil transportation environment in the Persian Gulf has become very bad.

YL's aircraft frequently patrol the Persian Gulf, targeting oil tankers transporting oil from Laos, with the aim of cutting off Laos' economic source.

For this reason, many oil tankers in Saudi Arabia have also been damaged. Of course, the greater possibility is that they were blatantly bombed by mistake.

But so what!

Saudi Arabia's condemnation sounds like a noisy neighbor to YL. The most it gets is a wrong statement, and sometimes it is too lazy to say anything.

Heretics are more hateful than pagans. In the Arab world, although everyone believes in Allah, YL who adhere to different teachings are the number one enemy of the Middle East oil guys led by Saudi Arabia.

Both parties wished that the other party would die immediately.

Of course, YL would not dare to bomb a tanker flying the Umbrella Company flag.

Especially after Sean's consecutive conflicts with Ah San and Malai, Umbrella's resolute counterattack made the YL people have to calm down.

"I think Saudi Arabia should have some weapons that can scare countries where terrorism is prevalent," Sean said with a smile.

"We think so too, but the current international situation makes it difficult for us." Fahd stared into Sean's eyes and said slowly: "But I know, my friend, you must have brought good news.

Is it right!"

"Haha, of course, of course, you know, Rockefeller's friendship with Saudi Arabia goes back a long way."

This is true, the first oil well in Saudi Arabia was drilled by Rockefeller.

At that time, Fahd's father led 40 camel soldiers from Kuwait in 1901. In 1902, he attacked Rizhid and ascended to the throne.

It then took 30 years to unify Saudi Arabia, and it opposed Zionism and communism diplomatically. In 1933, it leased a large amount of land to Rockefeller, making Saudi Arabia a major oil producer and exporter.

"Of course, we are friends, always have been."

The two sides did not mention the subsequent nationalization movement and other games at all. At least for now, Rockefeller still has huge interests in Saudi Arabia.

"So, what's the good news? I can't wait." Fahd didn't mind showing his urgency. This is well known and there is no need to hide it.

"Currently, the only country that has the ability to produce ballistic missiles and is not involved in the two treaty negotiations led by the White House is China!" Sean leaned forward slightly and looked at Fahd with a smile.

Fahd raised his eyebrows. Of course they knew this, and they did have a plan to purchase ballistics from that big country in the east.

But the problem is that Fahd's father insists on being anti-G, and until now, Saudi Arabia has not established diplomatic relations with the east.

Moreover, even if we overcome these current obstacles, we will still have to face obstacles from the United States.

Now that this guy is here, don't try to hide it from the White House.

Seeing that Fahd remained silent, Sean smiled and continued: "The gift I just gave to King Fahd came from China. The Rockefeller family likes to make friends."

"Not only do we have many friends in the Middle East, but we also have very good relations with that big country in the east."

"The Rockefeller family put a lot of effort into breaking the ice back then."

"Some time ago, I just ordered 60 missiles from the east!" Sean smiled and made a 'six' sign, "It's a great thing. It can make many hot-headed people calm down and become amiable in an instant."

Hearing Sean's words, Fahd and others immediately began to breathe rapidly, "Can you tell me the specific parameters?"

"It's just some outdated technology, more suitable for a small thing like mine for private companies to play with. It can only carry a warhead weighing 1,000 kilograms. The range is only 600 kilometers, and it can't hit Hedland." Sean said lightly,

But Fahd and the others had already started to gossip after hearing this.

"I want it!" Fahd said impatiently: "Mr. Sean, you can give me whatever price you want!"

His loud tone revealed his aura of richness!

Sean, my heart moved shamefully.

Forcibly suppressing his excitement, Sean continued: "It's just some outdated techniques. The range is not far and the power is not great."

"We are very sincere!" Fahd looked into Sean's eyes and stretched out a finger, "10 million pieces, 60 pieces, I want them all!"

‘Pfft’ Sean couldn’t control himself and squirted on the spot!

Damn, you big dog owner!

Sean clenched his fists hard and forced himself to calm down. 600 million couldn't satisfy him!

"I know Saudi Arabia is very sincere, but there is a problem. As a friend, I must remind you." Sean held out a finger solemnly and said: "I am willing to help my friends, but you only have one chance to buy.

,Only one time!"

"It is legal if it is not prohibited by law. However, after this time, I will not be able to persuade the parliament to open a second opening!"

"We must cherish this opportunity and purchase things so that Saudi Arabia will not have to worry about any external threats in the next 40 years!"

"So, they have to be state-of-the-art."

"I think you must understand what I mean, Your Majesty the King."

Fahd and the others looked at each other, turned sideways and muttered in Arabic for a while. There was no translator here, so they were not afraid that Sean would understand.

"The United States must have known about it, and it's actually not difficult to guess."

"Not necessarily, I don't think the United States would want us to get this kind of weapon that can guarantee security for decades, but Sean doesn't care so much. This guy will do anything for money, fight with YL, fight with Ah

Three fights, a fight with Ma Lai, he probably wants to have a hand in it."

"So, I guess this is his own initiative. If he can make a lot of money from this, then he will try his best to facilitate the deal. If he can't make money, he won't even have a chance.

.”

"If you make enough money, you might get a second chance!"

"We only want missiles, the best missiles. As long as we can get them, we don't care so much."

"Then agree to him!" Fahd agreed.

"Mr. Sean." Turning around, Fahd looked at Sean and said, "I think you must have a plan. What kind of missile do you think is suitable for us?"

Sean showed a big smile and said, "The Scud in the hands of Old Sa next door is called short-range tactical ballistics. The technology comes from the Germans during World War II. It is an old item unearthed from the garbage dump and has little value."

"Including the 600-kilometer missile I purchased, in my eyes, this kind of short-range ballistic missile is just to scare people."

"With Saudi Arabia's national power, either don't buy it, or if you want to buy it, buy the world's most advanced, medium-range surface-to-surface ballistic missile!"

"The length is over 20 meters, the diameter is over 2 meters, the weight is over 60 tons, and the range is over 2,500 kilometers. It's super big!"

Sean stood up, roughly pulled off the map on the wall, put the map in front of the four of them, stretched out his hand and drew a big circle on the map, "From here, from under our feet, the range covers the entire YL

Border, we can hit all the way to the Soviet Union to the north, and we can cover the entire territory of Italy to the west!"

"The entire Middle East, Eastern Europe, and most of the African continent are within our range."

"Can carry 1,500 kilograms of conventional explosives!"

"I'm talking about explosives, not warheads, real explosives, the kind that can flatten a building with one shot!"

As he spoke, Sean punched the map hard, "Of course, you can also carry that little thing that booms and makes the whole world quiet."

"This is the fucking truth!"

Sean said with excitement, "When we show this thing, no one will fucking talk to us!"

"polite!"

"polite!"

"gentle!"

"Let YL's air force base and naval base live in fear all day long!"

"Let them be ready at any time for all planes and battleships to be blown to pieces!"

"This is the most important weapon of the country. This is called a missile, a missile!" Sean waved his arms fiercely.

I, Sean, am the best missile salesman in the world!

none of them!

Watching Sean draw circles on the map and listening to these vulgar words, the four of them felt their blood boiling for some reason.

I’m so excited that I can’t help myself!

The four of them felt relieved at the thought of holding a batch of such missiles in their hands, and the leaders of the surrounding countries turning blue with fear.

I, Fahd, the King of Arabia, make money!

"They really have such missiles." Fahd asked loudly without suppressing his excitement at the moment.

"Of course, they have more advanced ones that can reach the United States and send white houses to the sky!" Sean said with raised eyebrows.

"NO, NO, NO!" Fahd shook his head quickly, "I don't want this kind, I don't want this kind, just 2,500 kilometers, just this kind, how much does it cost!!"

Sean burst out laughing when he heard this, "I haven't gone to talk to them yet. Before I go, I need to know how many of these powerful weapons the King's Pavilion needs!"

"Of course, the more, the better. Well, how about 50?"

"Wow, that's a great number. It's at least equivalent to a tactical nuclear bomb with a yield of 75,000 tons." Sean said in an exaggerated tone: "This is equivalent to the power of five nuclear bombs dropped on this book back then!"

"Enough for us to completely wipe Hedland off the map!" Sean made a gesture of wiping his neck.

"So, how much price is His Majesty the King prepared to pay to wipe out Hedland?!" Sean said bewilderedly.

"6 billion!" Fahd swallowed involuntarily.

"One hundred and twenty million!?" Sean's eyes widened instantly, as if he had been insulted. "That is a powerful weapon with a range of 2,500 kilometers!"

Fahd also felt that it was a bit excessive. He didn't even calculate the price of a single coin just now. This is really impossible.

"That's a bit beyond our budget, so we can only buy a little less. Of course, I have no interest in erasing Hedlan. 200 million, 30 pieces!"

"That's equivalent to three nuclear bombs." Sean looked 'embarrassed' and tried to control himself not to laugh out loud. "Oh my God, it's hard for me to speak when you're like this."

"2.1!"

"I need to go through a lot of connections, and the White House and those congressmen are not easy to convince!"

"2.2!"

"Hoo ho ho ho." Sean looked at Fahd for a moment, his eyes full of beautiful things. "It's not easy to transport those things back. Once detected by the US military, the aircraft carrier fleet will definitely be dispatched!"

"2.3, no more!" Fahd gritted his teeth. He was a little frightened by Sean's eyes, and he felt like this kid wanted to eat him.

"I can find a way to persuade them to carry out targeted modifications for you, such as increasing the charge of the warhead, which will protect Saudi Arabia's security for 40 years!" Sean grinned, "But you have to pay more!"

"2.4, absolutely no more, this has reached the limit of our budget!" Fahd said with red eyes.

"Hahahaha, dear His Majesty King Fahd, from now on, you are my half-brother. Don't worry, your business is my business. Believe me, no one knows how to buy missiles better than me.

!”

Sean laughed and stretched out his hands to grab the 63-year-old Fahd's arms and said: "Brother Fahd, wait for my good news!"

"Farewell!"

"No!"

After that, Sean didn't want to waste a moment, opened the door and walked out, shouting loudly as he walked: "Norris, notify the crew members, prepare to take off immediately, immediately, immediately!"

Seeing Sean's excitement, Fahd grinned. He was curious, how much money could Sean earn from this?

500 million?

600 million?

Or 1 billion?

"There shouldn't be that many." Prince Sultan frowned and calculated in a low voice, "If it's like what he said, with a launch distance of 2,500 kilometers and a warhead of 1,500 kilograms of TNT, it would cost more than 100 million."

"At least 200 million!" Crown Prince Aziz Al Saud said with certainty, just think about the prices of the weapons they bought from the United States.

"One such missile is more deterrent than five F14s!" the crown prince said with certainty.

This was unanimously agreed by the other two people. YL's F14s are expensive and have high maintenance costs. When it comes to threats, they are just that.

Saudi Arabia has no intention of invading others. It is enough for them to protect their own territory.

Therefore, fighter jets with extremely high maintenance costs are not practical at all for them.

As long as we get those missiles back, no one will dare to bite Saudi Arabia anymore!

"I don't think Sean can make much money, and he has to open up various joints, so it's only 500 million at most." The crown prince said in a positive tone.

"Well, Sean, he's a nice guy. It's only 500 million. Let him earn. We need this influential friend. If he encounters difficulties, we can give him a little more money!" Fahd nodded, "

We cannot let our friends suffer."

"Yes!" The other two people nodded.

Only 7.2 billion, their budget is 10 billion!

Nothing else but money!

They also sell oil, and Saudi Arabia’s GDP is 40 times that of Bangni...

“I think Sean’s sky palace is very good.”

"I think it's good too!"

"Then order two and come back for fun?"

"Well, that's a good note!"

As we were chatting, the topic turned to how to spend money.

Too much money!

This is really not a joke, because the money comes too fast and too much and cannot be spent, which has caused great dissatisfaction in the United States.

The huge trade surplus has caused Saudi Arabia to hold more and more dollars, which is not conducive to circulation and has caused considerable harm to the United States.

Therefore, not being able to spend money is also a big problem...

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As soon as Sean came out of the Saudi palace, he got in the car and went straight to the airport. On the way, he picked up the phone and made a call.

"Mr. Li, hello!"

"I'm going to Yanjing to discuss some business with you."

"Big business, I guarantee you'll be interested!"

"Of course, I am an old friend of the Chinese people!"

"Okay, I'll be there in six hours!"

On the other end, Mr. Li was looking at the phone in confusion. He suddenly wanted to come over to discuss business. What kind of business? From the tone of his voice, Sean seemed very excited.

"It seems that this business is quite big if Sean can be so excited." The secretary's words caught Mr. Li's attention!

You know, all you get from doing business with Sean is foreign exchange!

"Big business? How big is it?" Mr. Li asked with a smile.

"One hundred million is that big?" the secretary said boldly. The last time Sean came here, he spent close to 30 million here, which was the largest foreign exchange income.

"After all, he is a famous rich man in the world. A private jet is worth more than 200 million. Be brave, 300 million!" Mr. Li was in a good mood and started chatting with his secretary.

"Oh my god, these capitalists are so..." Hearing that a private jet cost more than 200 million U.S. dollars, and thinking that the country only had 2 billion U.S. dollars in foreign exchange reserves, the secretary felt unbalanced.

"Don't show it to people when you see them, they are capitalists." Mr. Li warned.

"Don't worry, Prime Minister."

"Of course, he might not mind if you show it. After all, he is a guy who dares to tell the world that he is a devil at a press conference." As he said this, Mr. Li himself laughed.

Sean was coming to visit and discuss big business, so Mr. Li made some new arrangements for today's work.

Everything is centered on economic construction!

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At the Capital Airport, watching the golden passenger plane swooping down in the sky like a small sun, even the well-informed Mr. Li couldn't help but be speechless.

Capitalists are really luxurious!

The last time Sean came here he was still sneaky, but this time he didn't avoid people at all.

After meeting and chatting, it was obvious that everyone was interested in their golden palace, so Sean cordially invited Mr. Prime Minister to get on the plane and visit it.

It wasn’t until I got on the plane that I realized what it means to be inhumane. The entire interior of the plane uses a lot of colors such as purple, bright yellow, and bright red.

Plate everything that can be gilded with gold, gilded faucets, gilded toilets, gilded golden thrones!

If you are an ordinary person, you would not dare to use these colors at all. Of course, this is not because of boring reasons such as breaking the law.

I can't hold it up.

Bright yellow, purple, these are the colors of the emperor, and the image and temperament are not enough to support it.

After taking everyone through the corruption of capitalism, the group got in the car and headed straight to the State Guesthouse.

In the car, Sean couldn't wait to tell his purpose, "I want to buy a batch of missiles!"

"Oh, didn't you just buy 60 pieces?" Mr. Li asked doubtfully. He was the one who negotiated this transaction before.

"This time I don't want East 1, I want East 3!" Sean said in a deep voice.

A look of surprise flashed across Mr. Li's face, but he quickly calmed down and just looked at Sean with a frown.

"What do you want it for? If you can have it, then the United States has similar products. Although I don't want to belittle myself, the MGM-134 Midget, LGM-118A Peacekeeper, and Minuteman 1 are all very good products with a longer range."

"Well, there is nothing to hide. I am as honest as ever." Sean looked at Mr. Li and said with a smile: "Because of those two agreements, the United States will not sell these missiles to others, and I need a batch of Chinese missiles.

range ballistic missiles, I have a dog, ahem, I have a big client who needs them."

"Who is it?" Mr. Li asked directly.

"It's not convenient to disclose at the moment. He has no diplomatic relations with you and is far away from you. He has no possibility of threatening this place."

"Theoretically, there is no problem in selling missiles."

‘Theoretically not possible’ means ‘yes’, but there are conditions.

'Theoretically possible' means 'you have to pay more'!

"Dongfeng 3, you name the price!" Sean said directly.

"We can't be so hasty, Sean." Mr. Li looked at Sean dumbfounded, "This is a big matter, we need to discuss it slowly."

"No, this is urgent. Time waits for no one. It must be completed before the United States, the Soviet Union and other countries reach relevant agreements. Otherwise, I'm afraid this deal will not be completed!"

"Eight million dollars each!" Sean stretched out a finger and closed the circle before continuing: "Big business, my goal is 30 dollars!"

"We will discuss it as soon as possible." Mr. Li tried to remain reserved.

It’s really a big business!

It was just a joke before, but I didn't expect Sean to ask for 240 million. This is still an asking price, so there is room for negotiation.

One-tenth of the foreign exchange reserves!

"9 million, as soon as possible!" Sean used the 'add money' method.

"Hiss..." Mr. Li really couldn't help it and took a deep breath.

The cost of this thing is only 3 million yuan...

I have never experienced a buyer taking the initiative to add money!

Throw money at me, right? Let me tell you,

That needs to be discussed too!

Sean understands this, and the reason why he added another 1 million was just to attract enough attention.

I, Sean, am rich!

…

After Sean was settled here, Mr. Li hurried back and immediately held a meeting.

After almost no discussion, everyone reached a consensus that it was definitely a sale!

Especially for the arsenal, all the poor people will be selling ice cream. I just took a bite and it was the 60 East 1 that Sean ordered before, and now I want East 3 in the blink of an eye.

When I heard Mr. Li describe Sean's motivation to increase the price at that time, '1 million' came out of his mouth, and the strong aura was irresistible.

Of course, there are conditions for selling.

…

"Who are you going to sell to? We can ignore this matter for the time being, but there are a few issues that must be discussed."

The six-person negotiating team sat across from Sean.

Sean stretched out his hand and said, "Please tell me, there is no problem that cannot be solved."

"First, price!" Mr. Li looked at Sean.

It was Mr. Li who negotiated the business before, but this time he approached me directly, so the organization decided not to bother the two bosses, but Mr. Li would do it.

"One thousand, one million, US dollars!" After talking about the price, Mr. Li smiled and saw Sean making a 1 gesture, and then quickly made another gesture. The other hand under the table was clenched tightly. The original plan was

The asking price of 10 million is already an exaggeration.

3 million soft sister coins and 10 million US dollars, dozens of times the profit.

But at the critical moment, Mr. Li decided to add another million dollars, which equaled 30 million US dollars.

Sean pursed his lips and tried very hard to hold back his laughter. His expression looked very painful, "Okay, let's do it!"

"Any more?"

Upon hearing that the price had passed, Mr. Li was shocked but also very happy. After calming down a little, he said: "We produce the weapons, but because of the special nature of this strategic weapon, we must be responsible. Even if we sell

Go, we have to reserve the right to fire and can only launch at certain critical moments. I hope Mr. Sean understands this."

"I can't understand!" Sean shook his head directly, "I know what you are worried about, but I sold this thing in the end. If something happens, I will be responsible. It is the United States that is responsible. It has nothing to do with you.

.”

"There are many arms sellers, but I have never heard of anyone getting into trouble with an arms company in the end."

It's a bit of a deadlock when it comes to this.

It’s no wonder that the United States wants to drag several big countries to negotiate the missile non-proliferation treaty. This thing is too dangerous. If you just hand over the launch button to a stranger, you are irresponsible for your own life and safety.

Seeing this situation, Sean once again threw a big weapon, "I will add 200 million, and you will hand over the launch rights!"

hiss!!!

Mr. Li and others just stared at him, that was so rude!

"This, this is not a matter of money." Mr. Li said with restraint.

"300 million!" Sean said expressionlessly.

"This thing is too dangerous!"

"400 million!"

"Sean, let's..."

"500 million!"

"This is a matter of principle..."

"One billion!" Sean suddenly raised his voice.

The conference room fell into an eerie silence.

Opening your hand is 500 million U.S. dollars!

Mr. Li opened his mouth, as if something was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say any words of rejection.

It’s hard for me to refuse you like this!

After a long while, he sighed and said, "This is the end of today's negotiation. We need to think about it."

"Okay, as soon as possible!"

The negotiation was temporarily over, Sean took the people away, and Mr. Li and others looked at each other, "This man is so arrogant and arrogant!"

At this moment, everyone was really shaken.

OnePlus is 500 million, who can resist this!

It was another round of emergency consultations, and everyone's bottom line was repeatedly breached.

the next day……

"We have thought about it and can agree. However, in order to ensure the security of us and our allies, we need to set up a double password structure. One of the passwords is in our hands. As long as it does not involve the safety of us and our allies,

Then no problem." Mr. Li made the request.

"I'll add another 200 million!" Sean held out two fingers, "No allies!"

Mr. Li: "..."

Doing this again!

Doing this again!

simply……

Can not bear!

At this time, Sean spoke again, "Let's put it this way, they don't have the ability to launch, they don't even have the ability to maintain. They have nothing but money, including ambition."

"Yes, you heard it right, I am too rich, so I have no ambition."

"Including warehouses and transportation, you are responsible for everything. Of course, the costs for this will be paid separately."

"These worries are actually unnecessary. The reason why I made the request is not to act as an intermediary and try to get good conditions for them."

"Of course, my belief in me may be too hollow. Everything can be written into the contract, including the secondary password."

"This..." Mr. Li hesitated for a while.

Seeing this, Sean raised his hand again. As soon as he saw Sean raising his hand, Mr. Li trembled in his heart.

"I'll add another 100 million to show the friendly relationship between us." Sean finally realized what it means to be a big dog. It's so exciting!

Sean stood up, walked around the negotiating table and walked directly to Mr. Li, extending his hand, "I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation!" Mr. Li had a complicated expression on his face.

There is happiness, excitement, and distress.

Faced with this kind of negotiation that involves spending money at every turn, really,

Want to come again!

It’s great to have money!

"Oh, by the way, warhead, I need a conventional warhead." Sean suddenly remembered something and said: "The launch distance is enough to be controlled at 2,500 kilometers, and the warhead charge should be as large as possible."

"Sounds good."

"Of course, that's no problem," Mr. Li agreed.

Just a small thing.

Modify the details on the contract presented by the Chinese side, and a new contract will be produced soon.

Sean signed directly, and he was sure to convince the big dog investors.

After everything was settled, Mr. Li opened his mouth and asked, "Can you tell me who your guest is now?"

"Saudi Arabia, the rich oil guys, I like to call them big dogs, the poor ones only have money." Sean didn't hide anything, he said directly: "You are too rich, and you are always worried about your own safety.

It’s YL, religious conflicts, irreconcilable.”

"So!" Sean spread his hands, "It's not that the U.S. doesn't want to sell, and who doesn't like the U.S. dollar, but there's no other way, we're negotiating a treaty."

"I came to the door after Congress rejected the purchase request of the big dog owners."

"I am responsible for building bridges and smoothing relationships. Otherwise, it will be useless for them to come to you. They will not be able to get through to Malacca or the Indian Ocean."

Mr. Li looked at Sean in shock, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

I only read in books that capitalists can sell the ropes used to hang themselves for profit, and I always thought it was an exaggeration.

How good it is now...

In order to make money, capitalists can really sell out their own national interests.

Sean also saw Mr. Li's gaze and immediately knew what he was thinking.

Shrugging, "It's nothing. It's okay if Saudi Arabia buys it. They won't do anything. The Arab world can't be unified, and they can't become a world power. This is already the peak that Saudi Arabia can reach."

"They are not poor people like the Imperial Cemetery and YL. When have you ever seen the rich rebel?"

"Emperor, why are you rebelling?"

"Besides, Saudi Arabia has deterrent weapons, which can also make neighboring countries give up some of their undue giving intentions, which can effectively ensure regional peace."

"I am also working hard for world peace. Well, it is quite noble."

"The reason why World War III did not break out is definitely not because of mutual understanding, but because nuclear weapons force everyone to stay calm."

Mr. Li just looked at Sean seriously and made nonsense.

"Okay, let's skip this topic." Sean smiled and said, "When we get down to business, I hope you can take out a missile to show my guests its power live."

"What does Mr. Li think?"

"Of course, that's no problem!" Mr. Li agreed immediately.

After the negotiation was successfully concluded, Sean excitedly waved his fists and punched the car door several times after getting into his car.

So excited!

A profit of 5.5 billion was obtained...

Sean felt dizzy when he thought of this number.

No more, hold on to me, I’m drunk on money!