The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 26

Conan Klein tidied up his clothes in front of the mirror, and stroked the air bangs to the left, covering the whites of his eyes. It looked completely dark now, but Conan obviously nodded with satisfaction. Nodding, he picked up the windbreaker hanging on the hanger, pushed open the door and heard applause and shouting from outside.

He walked out in a daze, the African sun was a bit dazzling, his pupils shrank protectively, and he raised his hand to cover the sun. After getting used to it a little bit, he opened his eyes and saw many people with guns around him. …mercenary? Many of them were unfamiliar faces, and they had never seen them yesterday. In the middle, Tang Dao was fighting a white man who was half a head taller than him.

Conan raised his brows, became interested, found a seat, and watched the battle with great interest.

"Huh? Sir, are you up?" Robert was sitting next to him. When he heard the movement, he turned his head and looked at him, and said with a smile. He still held a few pieces of compressed biscuits in his hand and handed them over, "Breakfast is a good meal. "

Although Conan is black, he can be particular about it.

After following the boss for a long time, he always thought that he was superior to others, so he didn't want to eat what others had eaten, but he still waved his hand politely, "Thank you, I'm not hungry, what's going on?"

Robert picked up the biscuit and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, vaguely said, "The Hungarian wants to compare with the boss."

"Oh?" Conan looked at Tang Dao and the white man. They are about the same height, but the latter's weight is obviously stronger, and his arms are almost thicker than Tang Dao's calves. "Mr. Nicholas's close combat how?"

Robert had a weird expression, wrinkled his face, groaned, and finally made a comparison, "If you use Arabic numerals, then the boss should be number two. If you haven't received systematic training, you will suffer a bit."

"Fak Fak! I admit defeat."

As soon as Robert finished speaking, he heard the white man fall to the ground, his face was pressed by Tang Dao's knees, and when his wrists were parted, the painful white man slapped the ground and surrendered.

Ye!

Most of the mercenaries around shouted in dissatisfaction, and reluctantly threw out the dollars in their hands. The people from the dog-headed mercenary group bent down to pick them up with a smile on their faces, and they were very angry in front of everyone. Counting the money, I almost **** people off.

Robert and Conan looked at each other, and a crow flew over his head. Embarrassment flashed across the former's face. He had sworn that the boss was no good just now, but now he was slapped in the face and had a toothache.

Conan shrugged, patted him on the shoulder, stood up on the ground, patted the ashes on his pants, walked towards Tang Dao, and gave a thumbs up. "Excellent, I didn't expect that Mr. Nicholas is still a master of close combat."

"It's just that Mr. Hume let me." Tang Dao stretched out his hand and pulled the white man up, with a gentle smile on his face, which dissipated a lot of the depression in the white man's heart. He could only smile helplessly with his waist in his hand. Conan had something to do with Tang Dao, so without saying much, he turned around and left with his head down.

Conan pulled the sleeves of the windbreaker, looked left and right, and walked side by side with Tang Dao.

"My boss has agreed to eat this batch of goods, but I hope there will be a discount on the price."

Tang Dao raised his forehead, even if he had a premonition, but when it was confirmed, he was still a little excited. He tried his best to resist the emotional fluctuations, but when he spoke, there was still some fluctuation in his voice, "Of course, I can give you 20% off discount."

20% off?

This obviously can't satisfy Conan's appetite, he shook his head, "The six BTR-40s are gifts, the other goods are three T-64s for 2 million US dollars, the other guns, we are 1 million US dollars, as long as you agree, we can fight on the spot payment."

Tang Dao turned his head suddenly, and he couldn't help laughing, "Are you joking? Mr. Conan Klein."

"No! I've always been serious about business." Conan said seriously, "I just think they're worth so much."

The total of three million dollars is too far from the transaction amount in Tang Dao's heart, and he definitely cannot agree to it. However, he is definitely unwilling to give up this business, so he can only take a step back, "I can give you three BTR-40s as a gift. The next three cars cost $850,000, as for tanks, $2.5 million, and guns, $1.7 million, this is my bottom line and my greatest sincerity.”

"Mr. Nicholas, my boss invited you to his birthday party in Central Africa." Conan frowned, and suddenly raised his mouth.

Um?

Tang Dao didn't understand why the other party's words changed suddenly, and he chatted, but he immediately understood the meaning of the other party, and it was nothing more than telling him that his boss had a great background.

"Oh? May I know who Mr. Conan is working for?"

"Your Majesty the emperor of Central Africa, Bokassa!" Conan stared at Tang Dao, his ugly face was distorted, but his eyes were still a little fanatical, but Tang Dao didn't show as much surprise as he imagined, instead he frowned, With a serious face, he became very puzzled. He looked Conan up and down, and when he spoke, Lao Hei's face darkened even more.

"You're not going to pay in installments, are you?"

This made Conan so out of breath that he became short of breath and gritted his teeth, "What are you kidding!"

Tang Dao shrugged, "I'm just curious."

If Bokassa is still in power, maybe he really wouldn't ask this question, but this guy was kicked out in 1979, and now he still buys weapons and equipment, does he want to make a comeback?

To say that this Bokassa is really famous and also a legend. He is also known as the three major tyrants in Africa along with former Ugandan President A and Ming and former Zaire President Mobutu. There are too many stories about him. What cannibalism , There are many dictatorships, but what Tang Dao cares most about is that he knows that Bokassa has built a private castle, purchased more than a dozen houses, villas and manors in Switzerland and France, and owns a large number of private cars in Paris. UU reading www. uukanshu.com has more than a billion dollars in deposits in his bank account.

Bokassa has been married 13 times, and every time he gets married, he goes around to raise funds and search for the people's fat and anointment. An emperor's coronation ceremony not only emptied the treasury, but also owed a large amount of foreign debt. After the coronation, workers in public companies were left without wages for several months. Subsequently, scholarships and bursaries for college students also began to stop. In order to make up for the shortfall in the national treasury and repay debts, Bokassa ordered that the wages of employees be suspended for several months, the granting of scholarships to college students should be suspended, and taxes should be collected in advance for three years. Shortly thereafter, it was announced that the people of the empire, regardless of their gender, age or age, were members of the only political party in the country, the "Black African Social Development Movement". Those over the age of 18 must pay membership dues. Those who refuse to pay must serve hard labor for 1 to 6 months.

This has nothing to do with Tang Dao, anyway, it is a family matter, only those who have nothing to do can keep calling for human rights and intervene in other people's internal affairs.

What Tang Dao cares about is, after this guy steps down, will he still have the money?

Is this more than a business?

Conan felt the other party's suspicion, and his teeth itched with hatred, "We can still afford this amount of money."

Tang Dao fully demonstrated what is called face-changing stunt, and the originally restrained smile spread out again, which looked fake, "I am a person who likes to joke, of course, His Majesty the Emperor will never care about me as a businessman."

He has no respect at all.

That guy is an outdated old man. Now that he is making such a fuss, he must be messing around in private. Tang Dao is thinking, or after getting the payment, sell the news to the Frenchman!

Should still be worth some pounds.

Thinking of this, he looked at Conan with enthusiasm.

Moving and alive "Davitt" (character on the 100 note).

Chapter end