After ending his communication with Parcel Argent, Yuri Orlov breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, looking very tired.
After a while, he dialed another call again, and the business smile returned to his face.
And what appeared in the holographic projection was a Jedi Knight-Anakin Skywalker!
"I've kept you waiting, dear Jedi." Although Yuri Orlov was smiling, there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I always thought that I would never be able to do business with a Jedi in this life.
Well, at most, I will be arrested and sent to prison by you again, huh?"
Anakin Skywalker's face was very gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said: "I need to regain the planet Ren-Var, but I don't have enough heavy firepower to hit the separatist tanks. I need a lot of rocket launchers and even anti-tanks."
gun!"
"Oh..." Yuri Orlov looked like he suddenly understood, "With the productivity of the Republic, does it need to rely on smuggling channels to obtain weapons?"
"The hyperspace channel is blocked by the Separatists. Support cannot be sent in a short time, and I don't want to wait!" Anakin said seriously.
"Okay, then we can talk about the price." Yuri Orlov spread his hands and said.
"This money will be secured through the treasury of the Republic!" Anakin Skywalker said.
"I think you made a mistake, young Jedi." Yuri Orlov shook his head, "We do gray business. Do you know what gray is? Oh, this is my favorite
color, because it is neither white nor black..."
"I don't want to talk about your preferences!" Anakin snapped.
"You should understand that it is impossible for the Republic to approve this payment. As I said, the gray area, the law, is not allowed." Yuri Orlov smiled slightly, "So unfortunately, the deal cannot be reached."
"What on earth do you want me to do!" Anakin said loudly, impatiently.
"I'm a businessman, so it's very simple, just give me money." Yuri Orlov thought for a while, and then said: "But I think you can't come up with money, so how about this, I'll give you a way
."
"explain!"
"You want to regain the planet Ren-Var, right? Although I don't know why you are interested in this remote planet, but as far as I know, the Confederacy of Independent Systems has blocked the hyperspace navigation of the Tion trade route, and the Republic's army
It’s difficult to reach, and...I don’t think they will put any effort into this planet that has no strategic value." Yuri Orlov said with a smile.
"Get to the point!" Anakin's patience had run out and he said through gritted teeth.
"Well, I know that there is a military base of the Republic on the planet Len Val. According to the standard configuration of the Republic, a military base at least has a hyperspace detector, high-power hyperspace communications, and a large amount of weapons and ammunition.
...I can give you a batch of weapons that can definitely deal a fatal blow to the ATT assault tanks of the Confederation of Independent Systems, giving you a chance to win the battle. But, after you win, the hyperspace on the planet Len-Var will
The detectors and high-power hyperspace communicators, as well as half of the weapons inventory, belong to me." Yuri Orlov said.
"This is the property of the Republic!"
"Who knows? Maybe the Separatist droids moved these things away after taking over the base?"
Anakin Skywalker had a gloomy face, and after a while, he said word by word: "That's it, deal."
"Then, happy cooperation." Yuri Orlov agreed with Anakin on the delivery method and location, and closed the communication.
After that, he fell on the sofa as if he had lost all strength, picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip, and whispered in his native language, "Братипозбро..."
Then he picked up the communicator, hesitated for a moment, and then connected to a frequency band that he had not contacted for a long time.
In the holographic projection, a familiar face appeared, handsome and handsome, with melancholy lake-blue eyes. It was his younger brother, Vitaly Orlov.
"I need your help, Vitali." Yuri Orlov said tiredly.
Vitaly in the projection was well dressed and did not look downcast at all. He just shook his head and said calmly: "Your business is very good, Yuri, I will not participate."
Yuri Orlov became anxious, "So you just follow that anti-war organization? Is it useful? Is it useful? Look around you! The whole galaxy is already at war! Although Tang Xiao is a piece of Fucking shit, but
He predicted this ten years ago! This is our chance!"
"That's why we want to end this war when every one of you is running towards it," Vitaly Orlov said.
"Fuck You!! Isn't the war over when the winner is decided? Is there something wrong with us just making money in it? At least it's better to make money than those bullshit things like the Fourth Group Trade Alliance!" Yuri scolded.
"You don't understand, Yuri. Here, I found my lifelong dream. I want to help others! I can't bear to see your weapon piercing someone's chest. We can never work together again.
,Brother." Vitali said calmly.
"So? This is how you want to be remembered by future generations? Waving billboards in front of those warlords and begging them not to fight?" Yuri finally got angry, "Listen Vitaly, you have nothing in your hands.
If not, then don’t expect those warlords to listen to you!”
"Will Count Dooku listen to you? Will Tang Xiao? You have no role other than making this war intensify." Vitali didn't want to talk anymore, so he cut off the communication directly.
"Fuck!! Fuck!!!" Yuri Orlov yelled angrily, overturning all the wine glasses and fruit plates on the small coffee table in front of him.
The cleaning robot that had been on standby immediately glided over and started cleaning up the garbage on the floor.
Yuri Orlov calmed down for a while, and then connected to a secret frequency band, "Listen, let's count the anti-tank weapons we have now... No, we need as many as we can! If we can't collect the numbers, just take them
I also dug out the RPG from the bottom of the box!... M-41? Yeah! M-41 is a good thing! Double-barreled rocket launcher, plenty of firepower! I need 10,000 launchers and 100,000 anti-tank missiles!...
Okay! You’re a fucking bastard! I’ll go tell that Fucking Fourth Group myself!”
After saying that, he jumped up and kicked the cleaning robot, but the robot didn't move at all. He stumbled, then wiped his face again, his expression became humble, and connected the communication.
"Hi! Miss Gross, long time no see..." He kept his iconic smile and made a close gesture to the beauty in public clothes in the holographic projection.
In fact, after he left Tang Xiao and went on his own, although he established relationships with some manufacturers on the planet Corellia, in the end he was still frustrated to find that his largest supply channel was still under Tang Xiao.
The fourth group.
Although his arms business grew bigger and bigger, becoming one of the largest private arms dealers in the galaxy, in the end, he still failed to escape the control of the Dawn Planet.
Sometimes Yuri even wonders, sometimes, does his brother want to live more freely? (To be continued)
