"No, arms are harder to touch than marijuana. Master, are you really ready to do this?" The monk was a little stupid. He never expected that the conversation would end up talking about arms.
"Arms are a good thing, and they seem to be more profitable than drug trafficking." Ye Huang agreed with a slight smile.
"It seems that young master, you have already made up your mind."
"It seems that I told you when the Yanhuang Society was first established."
"At that time, I only thought you were boosting everyone's morale, but you didn't really take it seriously." The monk sweated. He originally thought that the young master was just saying this to boost everyone's morale, but he never thought that the young master was really planning to do this.
"What do you think?"
"Arms make money, but we have no goods. Besides, where can we find buyers?" As a former special forces king, Monk is actually not unfamiliar with the arms market.
There are thousands of arms dealers, large and small, in the world. The largest one is the United States, and the smallest ones are those in China who put up small advertisements in train station toilets to sell guns. The former sells missiles and warships, while the latter sells handmade ones.
Shotguns are not on the same level at all.
When performing tasks outside, sometimes in order to avoid being discovered by the other party, or for fear of being traced to the Chinese military, the monk would lead his comrades to obtain some arms through special channels.
He knew that large arms dealers basically had their own purchasing and shipping channels, and smaller ones also had their own spheres of influence. He didn't know what Ye Huang planned to do.
"Hey, our Chinese military has a lot of retired weapons. Aren't they all ready-made?"
"Military... from the military! I said, Master, you don't have a fever, right? Our country has great control over things. If you really do something like this, you might get involved yourself."
The monk was frightened by Ye Huang's idea. He originally thought that it would be better to obtain arms from other channels, but this was the idea of the military.
"Do you think I'm that stupid? Of course I have my reasons for saying this. It's true that our country has arms control, but if we help the country sell arms in private, then that's a different story, right?"
Smiling slightly, Emperor Ye continued, "You have been in the army for a short time. You should understand that our country has authorized some people to sell arms, right?"
"This is true. Our country is in a period of rapid upgrading of weapons. There are many things that have been eliminated, including those from the 1950s and 1960s. They are also very popular in the arms market."
The monk felt a lot relieved when he heard what Ye Huang said. If you follow what he said, there is not much risk. Selling some used and unused defective products for the country is equivalent to earning foreign exchange and contributing to the country.
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"If something is too old, no one will buy it. If something is too new, the country may not dare to let us sell it. That would be tantamount to leaking military secrets. Some weapons and equipment borrowed from the former Soviet Union in the 1970s and 1980s are fine, and the market demand is high.
, and you don’t have to worry about no one buying it or leaking secrets.”
The corner of his lips traced an evil arc, and Ye Huang glanced at the monk.
"There are a lot of wars in this world. If we sell these things, we will help a lot of people."
"I guess the more we fight, the more chaos it will get."
"Then it's none of our business. You said there are many countries in the world that have enmity with the United States. They are under blockade and have backward weapons and equipment. If we get these things over, it should be to support their revolutionary cause, right?"
"Sir, you are really shady."
When Emperor Ye said this, the monk didn't know what he was thinking.
Whether it is Iran in West Asia or North Korea far away, they all have sworn hatred against the United States. In addition to these countries, Cuba, Venezuela, some South American countries and the United States are also on the wrong track.
It is not an exaggeration to say that Uncle Sam always creates some troubles for China, instigates small countries to cause trouble, and sells outdated arms to countries that are against him.
"No drug, no husband! We are not on the same path as the United States, and tossing him is also beneficial to our country."
Ye Huang smiled sinisterly, and the more he thought about it, the more reliable he felt.
"Then how do we contact these sellers? If we want to transport things to these countries, we have to go through several blockades and be detained, which will be troublesome."
The monk said with some worry that the United States was not a vegetarian either. Several countries that had enmity with him were closely monitored by him and kept a close eye on them. It would be even harder to transport some military supplies there than to reach the sky.
"I have a way to do this, so don't worry. I'll tell you later. Now it's just talk on paper. If we don't figure out the Golden Triangle clearly, everything will be in vain."
"It's true. There's a mixed bag of people in that place, and the territory changes hands frequently. It's not easy to figure it out and control it."
With a gloomy face, the monk seemed not very optimistic about the situation in the Golden Triangle area.
"It depends on people. It depends on whether we want to do it or not. We are outsiders. When the time comes, we should go over and unite with some warlords to get some benefits. There should be a way."
"This is indeed a good idea, but these people can turn their backs faster than a book, so we should be more cautious."
"I know this. The day after tomorrow, I will take the emperor and Qianqi there to explore first, and by the way, I will investigate whether Xu Ke and the others are really there."
"Then do you want me to follow you there? I'm more familiar with it."
The monk nodded and asked.
"No, I've been to that place several times. It's not that unfamiliar. I know some of the people there. I still need you to control the house here in Chongqing."
Emperor Ye patted the monk's shoulder with a smile on his face, "Don't be soft-hearted this time. Since ancient times, one general has achieved great success. I don't ask us to be so cold-blooded, but when it's time to be ruthless, don't be soft-hearted."
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"Of course, this does not mean that you should be cold-blooded animals. You should not do things like killing innocent people indiscriminately, especially restraining your subordinates. Nowadays, the Internet is developed, and it is difficult to explain if you are exposed."
"I know what's appropriate." The monk nodded. He was not an executioner himself, so he couldn't kill anyone at will. Of course, as Ye Huang said, one should not be merciful and must not be merciful.
As a gangster, who doesn't have some blood on his hands and a few lives on his back? He doesn't worry about killing a good person by mistake.
After the two said some more words, they turned around and walked back towards Huangquan. After going upstairs, Ye Huang conveyed his intention to let the monk make the final decision on some matters, and the other people had no objections.
On the third day, early in the morning, after Ye Huang had explained everything, he took Xingtian and Nalan Qianqi and flew directly to Xishuangbanna.
