William was thinking about how to seduce Debbie, and Thor's voice came from the cabin radio, "Guys, please sit down, we have to take off."
Barney and the others looked at William, who nodded, "Let's go to South Africa."
"Understood", Barney replied and walked towards the cockpit. Ten seconds later, the plane began to accelerate, and after gliding on the water for several hundred meters, it slowly took off.
William, who had been sitting in his seat thinking for a long time, took out his secure satellite phone and called his New York neighbor Yuri Orlov.
'Beep, beep!' The phone rang for a long time before it was connected. A very impatient voice came, "Good morning, this is Yuri Orlov, who are you?"
William took the satellite phone and wondered if he had dialed the wrong number, or if this guy Yuri had taken some medicine?
Last time at the Upper East Side household head gathering, that guy Yuri Orov was very attentive to me, "Yuri, it's me, William Devonshire."
"Ah ha, I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire?" Hearing the call from William, Yuriolov apologized hurriedly, "Something happened to me just now, and I made you wait for a long time. I apologize to you again, you
Any orders, Mr. Devonshire?"
Yuriolov stood by the window sill, holding a satellite phone and talking to William in a flattering tone.
While looking at the monitoring truck on the street below his house, his eyes were fixed on Jack Valentine, the captain of the International Small Arms Anti-Proliferation Group, who stepped out of the monitoring truck.
He has been monitored by Jack Valentine downstairs in his house for more than six months. What makes Yuri angry is that Jack Valentine doesn't trouble other arms dealers who are more dangerous than him.
But he kept an eye on him, who only sold small arms, causing him to lose a few million dollars in the past six months.
If he hadn't adhered to the bottom line in his heart, and it was good for him to keep Jack Valentine to keep an eye on him, and he didn't have to worry about being blackmailed by the old American officials, Yuriolov would have found connections to get rid of Jack Valentine.
Already.
But now Yuri is gnashing his teeth with hatred for Jack Valentine. Jack Valentine can't find his sore foot, so he turns the breakthrough point to his wife Ava Fontaine.
Thinking about his wife who didn't know how to make ends meet gave him a headache and helplessness. Not only did he not help him, but he was persuaded by Jack Valentine, a holy man, who had a heart attack and forced him to stop and do serious business.
f, k, Yuri mentally cursed his wife for her lack of knowledge. She would target her husband after being provoked for a few words, and he didn't want to think that if he hadn't worked hard to make money, he would still be able to afford her lavish expenses.
For the whole family's consumption plus the Central Park mortgage, Yuriolov would have to spend at least 200,000 U.S. dollars every month. If he hadn't made some money in Africa in the past few years, Yuriolov would still have some money left on hand.
My husband can no longer hold on any longer.
Yuriolov, who was used to doing gray business and used to making tens or even millions of net profits from one business, was not at all impatient with serious oil, timber, ore business. Not only did he make a lot of money, but he was also restricted by strict rules.
of death.
This made Yuriolov, who was used to playing side ball, very uncomfortable.
However, the bad mood immediately improved after receiving William's call, and Yuriolov's tense face finally showed a happy look.
Rich people like William are very important customers to him. Otherwise, Yuri wouldn't be so attentive to fawning over William at the last gathering of heads of households in the Upper East Side. If he can do business with a rich man like William, then he
Companies that are not doing well now will soon do well.
"Mr. Devonshire, no matter how much oil, wood, ore you need, I can provide you with the lowest price and guarantee the quality."
"Haha, Yuri, I know what you do. What I want is not those things. Don't tell me that you no longer sell the vacuum cleaners used by the Angel King and mothers. I look forward to your call, Mr. King of War."
William hung up the phone without waiting for Yuri's reply. He didn't believe that Yuri Orov, an arms dealer who had been working for almost 20 years, would really stop selling oil at home.
Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Yuriolov stood by the window sill of his house in shock. He understood what William was talking about about the vacuum cleaner used by the King of Angels and his mother.
Angel King is a slang term for arms dealers like them. It stands for ak. Mom said it was a rocket launcher, vacuum cleaners meant helicopters, and mothers' vacuum cleaners meant armed helicopters.
Thinking that a man like William with a net worth of billions of dollars must have a very large amount of things. Just selling a vacuum cleaner can make millions of dollars in profit. This made Yuri, who had stopped selling for half a year, feel very itchy and wanted to immediately
Then flew to see William.
According to his estimate, William's profit from this order could be several million dollars, maybe tens of millions of dollars. The most important thing is that there are not many people like William who are strong enough to pay.
For arms dealers like them, William is a platinum five-star customer, something they couldn't even imagine before.
Now such a heaven-level customer came to his door, but he hesitated. Thinking about his promise to his goddess wife, Yuriolov's heart ached, his liver ached, and his balls ached.
Yuriolov, who was regretting it to death, heard a knock on the door, and then his wife Ava walked in with a smile and said: "Yuri, Andrei Butters, the chief manager of Libya, is about to arrive. You should take care of it."
Clean yourself up and get ready to see Mr. General Manager."
"Huh? Didn't we make an appointment to meet at the hotel? Why did he come so directly?" After thinking for a moment, Yuri said, "Please help me prepare my clothes. I'll pack them up and I'll be right back."
When the two things came together, Yuriolov made an immediate decision. He could hardly help but want to return to the industry he was best at. Only the arms industry could give Yuri a sense of accomplishment.
Moreover, Andre Butters, the general manager of Libya, who had been doing business with him for more than ten years, came to visit him personally. Yuri understood that he no longer had much choice.
If they can't come to terms with Andrei Buters, God knows what Andrei Buters and his lunatic son Andrei II will do. At least his wife and children are already in danger.
After packing up the documents, Yuri walked out of the study, put on his suit and tie with his wife Ava in attendance, and then heard the doorbell.
"Go quickly, dear, don't keep the guests waiting, I'll prepare the drinks."
"Thank you, dear." Yuri opened the door and walked out of the house. He saw Andre Butters and his crazy son standing at the door of his house with a smile.
"Damn it, Andre, why did you come directly to my house? If you have something to do, can't we talk about it in the hotel?"
"Good morning, Yuri." Andre Butters smiled and hugged Yuri and said, "It's not easy to find you. If I didn't have some connections in your country, I wouldn't even know about my arms.
Shang has given up, Yuri, why don’t you invite us in for a drink?”