The Strongest Arms Dealer

Dudayev watched Tang Dao leave, the expression on his face gradually became cold.

"Sir." Khakilayev watched the boss stand for a long time, looked at each other with Grester, and called out softly. Dudayev did not turn his head, but said, "I request that within three months Another 10,000 people will be recruited!"

Ten thousand people? !

As the military chief in Chechnya, Khakilayev knew what the 10,000 people needed. Weapons and ammunition, logistical support, training funds, etc. were all a lot of money.

Grester's face was full of bitterness and affection, and Chechnya had no money.

"I have asked the bank of the savior company to borrow 500 million U.S. dollars, and I have mortgaged the oil mining rights in Chechnya and the exclusive right to sell military weapons." Dudayev seemed to be elaborating.

In fact, Chechnya also has a lot of oil reserves, and Mao Xiong cannot do without Chechnya, otherwise the tanks will stall and the planes will fall. Of course, these words are full of a kind of Ah spirit, but it also shows the importance of this region.

Such a price, to be honest, is low and the money has to be paid back. However, Tang Dao has held their lifeline, and they can't afford it. Starting a war and stopping a war are not simple words.

Dudayev badly needs a Chechen voice in this day and age.

If you are too anxious, it is easy to be undervalued.

Khakilayev heard what the boss said, so there was nothing he could do but be angry at that Asian's greed.

Hey

Chechens already hate the Caucasus, they need sunshine, not snow.

"Are you nervous?"

Tang Dao folded his hands, closed his eyes tightly, and listened to the soothing music in the car. Suddenly, this sentence came. Mark Li and the co-pilot's little angel sitting next to him were startled, but soon understood what the boss was talking about. mean.

"A little bit, the sweat on my back is coming down." Ma Keli had a bitter face. He was not exaggerating. The two sides were confronting each other in a confined space. If anyone's hand trembled and went off fire, everyone would be waiting. It will be on the news tomorrow.

Mark Lee used to be in the society, and he had seen big scenes, but no matter who was pointed at by this gun, he felt frightened.

The little angel also wanted to say that his scalp was numb, but he closed his mouth as if it was a bit out of place.

"When you are here in the future, you must deal with him. Dudayev is a typical villain. As long as it is beneficial, he wants to go up and take a bite. Don't rely too much on contracts. This thing is not good for people like him. The only thing that can be contained is the despair that he sees."

This is the truth. The Chechen rebels were named rebels because they didn't follow the rules. How could something like a contract restrict them? The savior company needs oil to supply to the sellers.

Asia will be the region with the largest oil consumption in the world.

Didn't the Middle East rely on selling oil to make a fortune and achieve the goal of a well-off society?

Dudayev must have an idea in his heart, what he has to do is to make him dare not make any small moves.

Mark Lee also nodded solemnly.

"Don't be nervous." Tang Dao seemed to be understatement, patted Mark on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "No one can say no to the Savior Company!"

Full of confidence!

Since you cannot be restrained within the rules, Tang Dao can also kill you outside the rules, even if he is Dudayev.

The vehicle drove quietly in the night.

The loan business of the Savior Company Bank paid off very quickly, and the 500 million US dollars arrived in Dudayev's account the next day. The "0" in this string of numbers still made him a little bit confused.

But his strong mission and belief made him decide. He told Grester that the general manager said that he would spend 60 million US dollars to buy weapons, mainly tanks and street fighting weapons.

They didn't even think about street fighting with the Russians. There was a map behind him, which was a map of the interior of the Stavropol Krai, and there were a few places circled with a red brush. Here are some important military facilities. and the location of civil facilities.

"We can't wait any longer, let them send the weapons as soon as possible." Dudayev looked at the time, "We don't have much time to prepare, if we wait for the Russians to stabilize, we Chechens will always be their slaves! "

Why is it said that people in the Caucasus are very tough?

Just because their bones are full of reluctance to admit defeat to this society, perhaps, for them, the Russians are God's biggest failure.

Grester sat on a chair and listened to the boss's orders. The shouts of soldiers could be heard outside the window. He was also a fanatical separatist. He nodded, "I understand. I will urge the seller to deliver the goods as soon as possible."

"En." Dudayev responded with a voice, frowned, and thought for a moment, "Send DeWitt 1 million US dollars and ask them to support us with a batch of 47, and the rest will be his share."

Do you think DeWitt doesn't know that Dudayev dances like that? As the military chief of the Stavropol Krai, he certainly understood, but Yeltsin behind him needed money to support his election.

This is not collaborating with the enemy, it is just mutual need, and everyone knows that there will be a war, but so what, one needs to use war to consolidate his position, and the other needs to use money to bribe his election opponents, this is not a conflict at all, anyway , when the time comes, death belongs to civilians and cannon fodder.

As long as Dudayev does not go too far, Yeltsin will turn a blind eye and turn a blind eye to make a fortune together. As for the bombing to death in 1996, some people say it was a manslaughter, and some people say it was an uneven distribution of spoils. Of course, conspiracy theory Enthusiasts say yes, Dudayev's comradeship with Yeltsin was shattered, the latter fell in love with hatred, and then blew him up!

Of course, these are all nonsense, anyway~www.wuxiaspot.com~ For politicians, interests come first, for Dudayev, only what he holds in his hands belongs to him.

Coming out of Dudayev's office, Grester happened to meet Khakilayev, who apparently also came to see the boss, and asked softly, "Sir, are you in there? How are you feeling?"

"Great," Grester said with a smile. "What do you want?"

"I need money." Khakilayev stated very directly, "I need a large amount of military expenses." He paused and lowered his voice, "I heard that the loan has arrived?"

Grester glanced at the other party, with a serious expression on his face. It seemed that the other party's news was sensitive enough. Being stared at by him like this, Khakilayev was also a little embarrassed, and his tone was a little annoyed, "Isn't it?"

"Don't bother Mr., he has already approved 60 million US dollars. The money is used to buy weapons and military expenses. I think it can last for a while."

60 million dollars? !

Khakilayev's eyes lit up, "Hey, buddy, can you get some fighter jets?"

Grester looked at him with the eyes of a fool, as if you wanted to eat farts, "The cheapest fighter jets cost upwards of 20 million US dollars. We don't have that much money, and we can't afford it."

It takes a lot of money and energy to maintain fighter jets. Otherwise, after the millennium, why would the Germans sell MiG-29s to Poland for 1 euro, and not one, but 23, and the average cost is only 3 Dime.

Just because the follow-up is too expensive.

Moreover, the most important thing is that there is no need to buy what kind of goods. Chechnya is not poor, and there are more than 400 aircraft of various types. Of course, training aircraft and ordinary aircraft are the main ones, but if necessary, can't they be used as fighter jets?

After all, the Chechens are not fighting alone.

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