After listening to Sofia's advice, Zhou Qingfeng finally realized that he was facing a new situation. Technology and violence could not solve political problems. He had to take a long-term approach and think in a different way.
So from the end of July to the beginning of August, Zhou Qingfeng spent half a month in Istanbul on a "tourist inspection", occasionally playing the role of a sea monster to cause a bit of a blow to the local chicken shipping, and then decided to take a half-step back and return to Kiev first.
At this moment, Ilham, a black market merchant from Persia, came to Boryspil again and wanted to continue to buy the needed goods from here.
Half a month ago, Ilham heard that the Boryspil black market was attacked by Kiev intellectuals. Ilham was even more nervous than Zhou Qingfeng. Because in the past six months, he had made millions of dollars in transactions on the black market and made a lot of money.
profit.
There is no black market in the world that is fairer and calmer than Boryspil. It is simply a duty-free airport, with low transaction costs, very safe, and perfect.
If it is closed, Ilham really can't find a better replacement.
Fortunately, Boryspil survived the difficulty. Zhou Qingfeng announced that the black market would be closed for three months for rest, but only half a month later, people started to come back and start trading again.
Even if he cannot enter the airport, a new market has spontaneously formed on the roads outside the airport. When Ilham returned here, he felt very warm when he saw many familiar faces. This is the source of his wealth and he cannot let go.
An old T-55 tank was parked on the road, with its black barrel facing the road.
Others would be scared when they saw the tank, but Ilham drove over and felt safe when he saw the thick pipe. He lowered the window and waved to the guard on the tank and shouted:
"Hey bro, I'm Ilham and I'm back. I missed you guys so much."
Even in the black market, there is still some friendship between people. Especially after a disaster, everyone is connected again because of the bond of interest, and the relationship becomes closer.
Everyone in the black market hates Eagle Sauce because the latter is completely destroying their jobs.
The Ermao guard on the tank kept a straight face, but smiled when he saw Ilham, but there was still no less inspection that needed to be carried out, and even more careful inspections.
A long line of simple houses has been built on the road outside the airport. Each house has a crude signboard nailed to the door and uses all kinds of strange materials.
Wood is more common, and discarded mechanical parts are also used. If you are a little creative, you can simply use heavy artillery shells, or scrapped large missile bodies. In short, it comes out of nowhere, just like post-modern art.
Ilham walked from door to door and knew the owner of almost every shop. There was no distinction between high and low here. Everyone welcomed old friends back, chatted with each other, and asked about the current market conditions.
Ilham mainly sells Persian woolen products and purchases electromechanical light industrial products from ‘Holy Light’. The trade between the two parties is highly complementary and the demand is huge.
As the transaction deepened, Ilham learned that most of the 'Western goods' on the black market actually came from flower growers. The workmanship quality was not as good as the genuine products from Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, but the price was cheaper.
In the past six months, there have been at least sixty or seventy Persian businessmen like Ilham who have made a fortune. They do not hesitate to use air transportation to solve logistics, because the profits are really too high.
"I heard that the big boss directly launched an Il-76 to rescue Marcos. Is this true?" Ilham went to the black market bar and asked his acquaintances in the black market.
The bar is bustling with people from the black market for accommodation, dining, entertainment, and socializing. The big boss refers to Zhou Qingfeng. This title has been recognized by the entire black market and is completely a symbol of strength.
"That's what happened." All the black market friends nodded, "The Ilyushin-76 had to be dismantled and shipped back for repair because it was severely damaged.
The action of the Public Knowledge Faction failed and they were purged that night. Many of us participated in the revenge afterwards. Many people died that night."
Talking about the night of the riots, every black marketeer will show a ferocious smile. They narrowly escaped death, and their revenge afterwards was very brutal and extremely refreshing. Many big shots who would not normally dare to be provoked were killed by them.
"It's a pity that I couldn't participate." Ilham broke his abstinence and had a drink, also wanting to brag. But all the desperadoes in the bar laughed, and they all asserted that it would be great if he didn't pee his pants at the scene.
Ilham inexplicably likes the messy atmosphere of black market bars. Even though the air here is turbid, the lights are dim, the drinks are bad, the sound is bad, the customers are all vicious, and the scantily clad waitress especially likes to throw drinks in the faces of customers.
But it is really comfortable here, unrestrained, you can laugh as much as you want, very free.
After drinking a few drinks, Ilham wanted to find a waitress to have some fun. But several guards came in outside the bar, patted his shoulders and whispered: "Ilham, the big boss wants to see you."
"Big boss?" Ilham was very surprised. If Marco Shi wanted to see him, that would be fine, but the president of 'Holy Light' actually asked to see him by name, which is rare.
Many people in front of the bar were surprised when they heard this specific title and turned their heads to pay attention - if you can be greeted by the big boss, you must be rich. After all, there is no need to go to such trouble if you are unlucky.
Ilham straightened his clothes and followed the guards out of the black market bar and into the airport.
The airport terminal was demolished and rebuilt, with more than a dozen high-power lighting lights on and dozens of construction machinery busy. Zhou Qingfeng wanted to expand and fortify this, and the construction period of three months was not enough. It would take at least one year.
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There is a temporary tent next to the terminal, built on the model of a field headquarters. The black market is still operating, and a large number of transport aircraft take off and land at the airport to ensure that logistics and financial services do not stop.
Ilham went through at least two security checks before meeting Zhou Qingfeng who was playing barbecue in an open space. The latter was unscrewing a bottle of black pepper and sprinkling it on the barbecue.
"Mr. Ilham, don't be too nervous. Why don't you have something to drink first and relax?" Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the table next to him, which contained drinks and fruits. "My barbecue will be ready soon. I'd like to buy it."
You try it."
Ilham rubbed his hands and had no intention of pretending to be calm. He grinned and said, "Boss, I still want to know what you want to see me for. Otherwise, I won't be able to relax."
Oh..., this conversation was quite refreshing.
"I heard from Marcus that a high-level Persian official came here last time and purchased some prohibited goods. But recently, the quantity and value of military supplies you purchased have been declining, and all you bought and sold were civilian supplies. Why is this?
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Zhou Qingfeng asked straight to the point, which made Ilham relieved but also quite embarrassed. He hesitated for a while and said: "Because civilian products are easier to make money."
Zhou Qingfeng was stunned and turned to look at Ma Keshi who was standing next to him. The latter shrugged his thick shoulders and said in a deep voice: "I just said that maybe the reason for the matter is very simple.
It is more profitable to buy and sell civilian supplies, so these Persian businessmen misappropriated the funds to purchase military supplies. After all, military supplies are purely consumed and there is no profit at all. The reason behind this is so simple."
Zhou Qingfeng looked at Ilham again, sighing and sighing with emotion. He muttered in his heart, "Persia is really helpless. If it wasn't to create some pressure on the native chicken, I really don't want to help you."