As the transportation hub of the 'Holy Light' in Ermaojia, Boryspil Airport sees forty or fifty large transport aircraft taking off and landing every day. The freight fleet outside the airport is in constant flow, day and night.
In order to allow air transportation to operate normally, the airport has recently added a lot of equipment and personnel.
To outsiders, the boss of the airport black market is Marco Shi. But those who know the inside story have a guess in their hearts that the largest businessman in the black market is the Holy Light. This cannot be concealed at all.
Ilham took the old man into the terminal, and after a series of rigorous investigations, he finally met Marcos, the leader of the recently emerged power in Kiev.
The former East German agent had blood spots on his body, holding a wet whip, and lying at his feet...
A corpse that had just died.
Seeing the visitor, Marcos ignored the blood stains on his body, laughed and walked forward to give Ilham a hug, "My friend, you came just in time. I have some goods here that you will definitely like."
Ilham endured the blood and smiled awkwardly. He glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked in fear: "This is..."
"A journalist with a conscience wants to reveal the dark side of the chaotic world in the Western media. He is even equipped with a miniature camera used by spies, hoping to capture some explosive content."
Marcos dropped the whip in his hand and walked into the bathroom next to the office. He washed his hands, wiped the blood on his face, and asked his subordinates to drag the body away.
"In fact, most reporters are willing to take some money and do interesting reports. But there are always a few die-hards who appear, which makes me very embarrassed."
Marco Shi poured a glass in the wine cabinet and moistened his throat, "Actually, I am saving more people. Because I can kill one or two at most. But if the situation is not under control, when my boss comes, he will kill him.
of people are in at least double digits.”
The body that was dragged away left bloody stains on the ground. Ilham stood aside and sighed repeatedly. Max noticed the old man following him and asked: "This...?"
Ilham wanted to speak, but the old man interrupted: "No need to introduce me, I just came to see what is worth buying here."
Oh..., Marco Shi waved, "There is something you must like. Come with me."
There is a smaller warehouse next to Marcus's office, which is about three to four hundred square meters, with about a dozen shelves. There is a mobile trailer on the ground inside the shelves.
When the old man entered the warehouse, he was attracted by the dazzling array of goods on the shelves. But when he saw the trailer, he blurted out, "TF-30?"
That's right, the turbofan engine used in the Tomcat is the TF-30. Judging from the brand-new engine blades, it seems that this thing has just left the factory. There are also repair parts and tools next to it.
"Sir Satari, you can take a closer look." Marco Shi said with a smile.
The old man's expression calmed down, "Do you know me?"
"How can I do this business with you if I don't know the experts from Persian Aerospace Industries?"
Marco Shi stared at the old man, as if he was determined to defeat him.
"This is a brand new TF-30-P-412 engine, costing US$5 million each. If you need us to help transport it, we will add another US$100,000 for shipping."
This is like picking up a knife and preparing to kill fiercely. The old man's eyes widened, but he didn't have much objection to the price - this is a black market smuggling price. How many times can it be called a black market?
Five million US dollars for one unit is already very conscientious. After all, this thing has a high price but no market. In the past, Persia couldn't even buy it.
The old man walked around the engine a few more times, and was surprised to find that there was no production number on the nearly two-ton gadget, or it had been deliberately erased.
"Where did you get the TF-30?"
"Trade secrets, no comment."
"Do you have trading channels at Grumman?"
"Maybe, it's up to you to guess."
"How do we trade? How do we inspect the goods? How do I know that your engine is not an empty shell?"
The old man asked a lot of questions at once, quite seriously.
Marco Shi laughed loudly and responded: "We have more than a dozen TF-30s in hand, and we can deliver one to you for verification. You can pay later if you think the engine is fine."
This condition sounds very good, and it is very considerate of Persia and eliminates their worries. But it also recognizes Persia’s urgent needs and knows that they will definitely pay for it.
You must know that Persia originally had seventy-nine Tomcats. Excluding various losses, there are still fifty or sixty. But less than half of them can fly.
This is not the worst. In the next 20 to 30 years, Persia will not be able to find a fighter aircraft that can replace the Tomcat. It cannot even build a second-generation aircraft like the F-5E.
The Persian Tomcats will be repeatedly tossed and are expected to remain in service until the 1930s of the new century. Under such circumstances, it is very important for the Persian Air Force to restore a few more Tomcats to their flying capabilities.
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Marcus spoke so confidently that the obstacles to the transaction between the two parties completely disappeared. He said calmly: "We can also help you repair the Tomcat. Each repair only costs 30 million US dollars, and we provide a one-year warranty."
The price is really bad, too bad!
The new bare metal is only US$80 million.
The old man was silent about this, and after a long time he suddenly asked: "Can you still do oil trading here?"
Marcos was overjoyed again, "This is a technical problem. There are still big difficulties, but it is not impossible to solve."
There are actually many oil buyers in Persia, including Western Europe, Japan and South Korea. But now the situation in the Gulf is tense, and Eagle Sauce has tightened the blockade, making Persia really uncomfortable.
Under such circumstances, it is difficult for outsiders to think of Persia’s other foreign trading partners. Is it completely terminated?
No, there are still many countries that will trade with Persia.
One is a native chicken. Yes, it is the ‘Junior Middle School Huqishi’. There is an oil pipeline leading to the native chicken in Tabriz, where Zhou Qingfeng has been before.
The second one is Iraq. Yes, Persia’s industrial system is the best in the Middle East and can provide basic industrial products. The sworn enemy back then is now doing business.
Three, it’s the third brother. Everyone knows that the third brother’s family has a lot of arable land, but few people know that the third brother’s family is short of oil and coal. Without these two things, it would be ten times more difficult to start an industry.
The fourth is Beibang. The people are poor, ambitious and courageous. The more the blockade is, the greater the demand for foreign trade.
As long as they can make money, there are a lot of banks, transportation companies, and underground businessmen all over the world working for the blocked countries. Eagle Sauce has worked hard, but it can't even block the smuggling channels in Mexico and South America, let alone other hot spots.
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When the desperadoes get violent, they don't care what kind of eagle sauce or chicken sauce they are. I have to get out of here.
Although Persia is poor, the family can still spare a lot of money by scraping together. At present, it depends on how much money they are willing to spend on maintaining their military strength.
Similarly, for Persia, it is always good to sell oil through multiple channels. In fact, it also lacks foreign exchange, even more than domestically. As for whether this channel is formal or not, it does not matter at all.
The old man named Sartari walked around Marcos and found that the goods he needed were all available on the black market at the airport. Although the prices were a bit more expensive, they were all in stock.
Marcos received orders for more than a dozen engines, radars, avionics, machine tools, maintenance tools, electromechanical equipment, etc. in one night. The total amount easily exceeded hundreds of millions of dollars.
This is just a preliminary request. If we build more mutual trust and understanding in the future, the business will only get bigger and bigger. There are so many things that ‘Holy Light’ can sell.
In Sattari's view, the cost of transporting Yingjiang's engine to Ermao's house for sale must be considerable. Five million dollars for one unit is actually quite reasonable.
But the engines actually put up for sale were actually ones that Uncle Zhou got from HESA Ant Moving. In addition to being more time-consuming and tiring, the cost is very low.
Zhou Qingfeng hoped that Persia would be bolder and directly hand over the fighter jets to him for repair, so that he could earn more. As for the Yingjiang sanctions, he didn't care at all.
Anyway, 'Holy Light' has no other abilities, and smuggling has become instinctive.
Sattari finalized the agreement of intent with Marcos, and before leaving, he asked as if he was casually asking: "Can you really do the oil business?"
Marco Shi snorted, "As long as there is enough profit, we can do the arms business, and the oil business is not impossible. After all, we are international businessmen."
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