Aladdin left after discussing the deal with Chen Fang. He believed that Chen Fang would deliver the equipment as promised. The credibility of the arms dealer was the key, and Chen Fang would not break the contract just for the initial deposit.

Aladdin is gone, but An Ran is no longer calm.

She had just witnessed Chen Fang complete a business worth US$1.2 billion!

No wonder Chen Fang didn't take the deal with Hua Xia seriously before. If she were put in Chen Fang's shoes, she would probably think Hua Xia was too stingy.

And the key is, Chen Fang almost sold China's entire arms trading volume in one transaction!

China is the third largest arms exporter in the world, but compared with the United States and Maozi, China is not at the same level.

The United States' annual military exports can reach 40 billion U.S. dollars, and its exports are about 10 billion U.S. dollars. Only China's exports are less than 2 billion U.S. dollars.

Of course, this is not because China's weapons cannot be sold at all, but because the export cycle of weapons is generally relatively long and requires delivery in batches. An order often exceeds ten years, with an average of part delivered every year.

And Chen Fang was actually able to deliver 100 tanks within half a year, and they were still M1A2s!

I am afraid that the United States cannot achieve such a high production capacity!

"elder brother!"

A voice interrupted An Ran's shock. She knew without guessing that it was Chen Ying who was here.

Chen Ying was not there when she was discussing business with Aladdin at Chen Fang. She was obviously not that intimidating. By now the discussion was over, so she couldn't wait to come in.

"How much money did you make from this business?" Chen Ying ran to Chen Fang and asked.

Chen Fang thought for a moment and said in an extremely casual tone: "About one billion!"

"Why is the other party still happy when you doubled the price just now?" An Ran said doubtfully: "This price is enough to buy a fighter jet!"

"You are a bit incompetent as an assistant." Chen Fang said calmly.

"Let me ask you, besides me, who else can provide the Star-Moon Legion with high-end weapons and equipment?"

"This is why the arms market makes money, it is a seller's market, not a buyer's market!"

“In other words, it’s useless to have money, but to have equipment and be willing to sell it!”

"Think about it, a pistol only costs 200 US dollars. There are countless people with this amount of money in the country, but can you buy it?"

An Ran froze on the spot and looked at Chen Fang suspiciously: "Are you still planning to sell pistols in China?"

"I'm just using an analogy to tell you what a seller's market is." Chen Fang said lazily, "I'm too lazy to do such a small business."

An Ran understood somewhat, and she said hesitantly: "Isn't it too harsh to just double the price?"

"Where else can he buy the M1A2 except from me? I only doubled the price to give him face." Chen Fang said naturally.

In fact, Chen Fang did give him a friendly price, and such a price was not high for the Star and Moon Legion, and their gratitude was not hypocritical at all.

"Why should you give the other party an advantage? Wouldn't it be better to make more money?" Chen Ying said in a somewhat unfair tone.

"Of course it is to enable them to have greater strength. If this place makes a little less, I will be rewarded exponentially in the future." Chen Fang stretched and said, "You will know later."

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

"Get ready, it's time to go home!"

During this trip to Pakistan, he not only made a lot of money, but also successfully connected with the Star and Moon Army. It was a great success.

Although the Star and Moon Legion is currently only a small force, it has a wide network of contacts and secret supporters, and they are all wealthy people in oil-producing countries.

Chen Fang can foresee that as long as the tanks of the Star and Moon Corps arrive, his reputation will be instantly famous in the hot land of Central Asia!

Next, it’s time to explore Black Africa. Chen Fang touched his chin and began to think.

Black Africa is the largest hot land in the world and a true paradise for arms dealers.

But how should I expand there?

In the afternoon of the same day, Chen Fang and his party followed Dabai from land to Karachi, where the yacht was parked. They wanted to return to Kiribati by water.

"I'm going to enjoy the life of being a queen again." When they were about to arrive in Kiribati, Chen Ying said to An Ran on the deck.

An Ran naturally looked disdainful, "I'm afraid you haven't woken up!"

Chen Ying snorted, "You've never seen the world at first glance. A real queen is like me."

An Ran naturally wouldn't believe such words. She just thought that the other party was daydreaming again.

It wasn't until she got off the boat and arrived at the island with her brother and sister Chen Fang, and saw the islanders worshiping Chen Fang, and saw the chief running over to kiss his toes, that she realized that Chen Ying had not lied.

That kind of reverence comes from the heart and cannot be faked.

At first she thought the other party was someone who bought people's hearts with money, but gradually she realized that was not the case at all. This kind of relationship was much stronger than one bought with money.

"Let me tell you, I am destined to be the queen!"

An Ran ignored Chen Ying and focused all her energy on the island.

"Does this island belong to your brother?" An Ran asked Chen Ying beside him, the shock on his face was very obvious.

"Why, are you envious?" Chen Ying asked proudly.

"If you also want to be a queen, you can consider marrying my brother. You can do it in one step, faster than me."

An Ran was extremely upset that a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old was actually looking for a wife for his eighteen-year-old brother!

She skipped the topic and asked, "What is the name of this island?"

"Queen's Island!" Chen Ying replied proudly.

An Ran vomited blood, do you think it was a coincidence?

"What are we doing here?" She had already guessed what she was about to see, but she still asked in confusion.

"Guess." Chen Ying looked at her with evil intent.

She knew how shocking her brother's arsenal was, which filled her with anticipation.

What kind of expression would Assistant An have if he saw everything in the military factory?

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