"Yes!"
Song Heping gritted his teeth in agreent.
He had no choice but to do so.
Sotis, the opportunity to make a fortune cos and goes in a flash.
If you don't seize it, you can only watch it streak across the sky of your life like a teor.
But when you want to grasp it, you need both ability and courage.
Because you don't know whether you're grasping heaven or hell.
Opportunity and danger always coexist.
The greater the danger, the higher the profit.
This principle remains unchanged through the ages.
"Wait for for fifteen minutes."
Song Heping rose to his feet on his own.
"May I leave here to make a phone call?"
"Of course you can," Haymour said, gesturing with a circle of his hand, "as long as it is within this house, you're free to use it anywhere."
Song Heping walked to a corner of the courtyard, stopped, and took out his satellite phone.
He wasn't calling a chef.
If the chef's character were also present, he would definitely have only one word—"Do it!"
"Mr. Avanti, hello."
When he heard Avanti's voice on the other end of the phone, Song Heping took the initiative to greet him.
"Ah... Mr. Song,"
Avanti's mood didn't sound high.
It had been a while since he returned from the land of raw chickens.
If Avanti was not in high spirits, it ant that Hassan had co up empty-handed.
Song Heping even thought, would he ask for a refund?
Ha ha ha ha!
One million US dollars.
Fished up a useless piece of junk.
"Mr. Avanti, you don't sound too happy, what's wrong? Did sothing happen?"
Song Heping asked tentatively.
To his surprise, Avanti didn't hide it at all and answered candidly, "Indeed, I've been having so troubles lately. Hassan was caught for nothing."
Hassan was caught for nothing.
Hehe.
It seed that old man Haymour's words were verified once again.
Song Heping turned his head and glanced at Haymour, who was not far away. The latter smiled at him and raised his teacup.
The old fox!
Song Heping said inwardly.
"Mr. Avanti, I am calling you to discuss a deal, I don't know if you would be interested."
"A deal?"
Avanti sounded sowhat surprised.
A defense company talking business with him?
"Is it about arms needing a way through? My promise is still valid; you can contact Naxin anyti,"
The ssage was clear.
Such a trivial matter, don't bother !
"It's not about arms," Song Heping said, "it's about gold, Sadam's gold."
The other end of the phone fell silent.
But Song Heping seed to hear Avanti's slightly intensified breathing.
After a long while, he heard Avanti's voice again, much more serious than before.
"Are you sure?! Do you know where the gold is? How did you find out??"
Song Heping even detected a hint of hostility in his tone.
Perhaps Avanti felt that Song Heping might have tampered with sothing in his operations in the land of raw chickens.
Or maybe he had learned sothing from Hassan beforehand.
To dispel Avanti's jumbled thoughts, Song Heping first explained the ins and outs of the matter.
But he omitted so key information.
Like Haymour, like the Yijibai Tribe.
After he finished speaking, the other side fell silent again.
This ti, Song Heping didn't wait for him to speak again and quickly asked, "What do you think about the credibility of this matter? Is the information from the other party reliable?"
"It doesn't sound fake," Avanti said, "because the information I got from Hassan matches what you just said, no problem.
Hassan said he had handed over the gold a long ti ago, took several kilograms out to exchange for money himself, and he also knew the gold was too hot to handle; after all, it was impossible to launch a nationwide counterattack with fifty tons of gold against the mighty allied forces, re-forming the army to strike back was a fool's dream, so he handed the gold over to an officer from the elite unit of the forr governnt army and fled to the land of raw chickens to avoid this issue."
"What's the officer's na?" Song Heping asked.
Avanti hesitated for a mont but still said, "Aide Abdullah Aziz."
Song Heping said, "I will verify this na later, and if it matches, it ans the person who provided the clue here didn't lie to , then I will take on this deal."
Avanti asked sowhat defensively, "So, you're just calling for information?"
Song Heping detected Avanti's wariness and concern.
He feared that Song Heping would go solo.
But he was wrong.
He didn't understand Song Heping as a person.
If Song Heping were extrely greedy, he might indeed do so.
But Song Heping was not a greedy person.
To put it accurately, Song Heping preferred to assess the situation and preferred to make money together.
The hotter the issue, the more people involved, the safer it is.
Eating alone can't make you fat and will eventually kill you.
Fifty tons of gold.
An estimated value of 700 million US dollars.
His small defense company of over two hundred people couldn't digest it.
This matter had wide implications.
It required ticulous planning and thorough cooperation, and for safety, even the local rcenaries from his own company could not be used.
Externally, aspiration was necessary.
"Mr. Avanti, rest assured, the mont I called you, I wanted to partner with you, but I didn't know if you were interested in having a share in this,"
"Of course I'm interested!"
Avanti answered very quickly this ti.
"And very interested, you tell , how do we collaborate?"
"This is a big deal, before we collaborate, I need to know where everyone's profit point is. The cake is laid out in front of us, and we need to agree up front on who cuts how much," Song Heping said leisurely, "There's an old saying in our country—put the small man before the gentleman.
Although things are still up in the air now, I want to know if these fifty tons of gold land in your hands, can you handle it?"
"Of course, we can!"
Avanti was without a mont's hesitation.
"Our own country needs gold, and we can handle fifty tons of it."
"Price," Song Heping asked, "how much per ounce will you pay?"
"200 US dollars per ounce," Avanti gave a figure.
"Damn!"
This ti, it was Song Heping's turn to exclaim.
This was a Dragon Slayer Sword from Avanti!
One swipe, no blood, and it cut all the way to the ankle!
"I think I should call you Forty Thieves instead of Avanti since Avanti wasn't this ruthless,"
Song Heping couldn't help but tease.
"200 US dollars per ounce is a very reasonable price," Avanti said, "This stuff, there aren't many people worldwide who could handle it, even if they have the funds, they wouldn't dare touch this batch. The Aricans consider this theirs, as you well know, even the CIA's SAD 'Watcher' squad has been deployed over this gold."
"This is true..."
Song Heping started to do so math again.
From such a cut, the money was suddenly halved.
700 million US dollars instantly beca 350 million.
Then old man Haymour wanted to take half of that.
His share then beca 175 million US dollars.
That amount didn't sound too bad.
But the risk he was undertaking wasn't small either.
Of course, if successful, it ant absolute financial freedom.
The company's local rcenaries couldn't be used.
So, it would only be distributed among the core mbers, all of whom would be involved in the operation.
Himself, the Cook, White Bear, Queen, Grey Wolf, Hunter, Disaster Star, and Ferrari—altogether eight core mbers, plus Samir who was already involved, each would get about twenty million US dollars.
Good gracious.
Twenty million US dollars.
Converted into Chinese currency, that's 160 million.
Next life, even with broken legs, one wouldn't worry about food and drink.
"How about it? Feeling hard done by?"
Seeing Song Heping silent, Avanti began to feel nervous.
If Boss Song got angry and refused to proceed, he'd end up with nothing.
Rember, before this, he'd spent a million US dollars to hire Song Heping's team to kidnap Hassan, and they didn't get anything.
Now that Song Heping was proposing a deal to him, although it was half the previously anticipated profit, it was still over three hundred million US dollars in revenue.
This money could be used as funding for the Guard's special combat brigade, which could accomplish a lot.
"Or..."
Seeing Song Heping still silent, Avanti started raising the offer.
"I can provide all the necessary assistance from my side. Everything!"
Song Heping suddenly asked, "By the way, do you have any moles in the CIA?"
"Yes," Avanti said, "What do you need to know?"
"I want to know about their progress in tracking the gold."
"No progress, they're no better off than us," Avanti said, "although Sadam was caught, unfortunately, he doesn't know where this last batch of gold is, and according to intelligence feedback, when they interrogated so of his close associates caught with him, they even interrogated one to death."
"Dead?"
Song Heping took a sharp breath.
It seed the SAD folks were indeed ruthless enough to resort to lethal asures.
This showed how desperate they also were.
"I need you to do sothing for when the ti cos, release false information the day before I act, I will give you the content of the false news then."
"You want to keep them too busy?"
"Exactly, for safety, I need the real operational area to be devoid of any SAD personnel to ensure security,"
"No problem."
"Alright then, let's leave it at that for now, wait for my ssage."
"The price stays at 200 US dollars per ounce?"
Avanti asked one more question.
Song Heping confird, "Yes, 200 US dollars per ounce, but I still need you to do a lot for , you must give it your all."
Without hesitation, Avanti agreed, "No problem, all my resources are at your disposal as needed, including all our resources inside Illiguo."
"That's all I needed to hear."
Song Heping hung up the phone and returned to Haymour.
The sunset was touching the edge of the mountains across the desert, the sky was red as blood, resplendent with crimson.
Song Heping raised his teacup towards Haymour.
"Here's to your plan, I'm in."
Haymour also raised his teacup and clinked it with his.
"Pleasure doing business, Mr. Song, it looks like you've handled the sales issue, I wasn't wrong about you…"
He remarked, "You're fit for big things. Once this cos through, we'll be good friends, the Yijibai Tribe will then be your friend."
"Well then, I won't be shy," Song Heping said, "You're taking half, but that half is out of the 350 million US dollars, do you accept?"
Haymour thought for a mont, then nodded, "No problem, but I want the weapons you seized from the Salafi Ard Forces free of charge."
The weapons seized during the raid on the Salafi Ard were rely enough for a couple of hundred n, Song Heping didn't care about this in the slightest.
Faced with gold, these were re trifles.
Haymour seed very concerned, though.
So, he couldn't resist asking, "Are you really short on weapons?"
Haymour nodded, "Yes, although Illiguo is chaotic, tribal forces like ours are deliberately limited, the Temporary Managent Committee and the current military powers involved in the interim governnt are suppressing small forces, restricting our access to weapons, fearing we'll grow strong and compete for power with them.
To be honest, I have over a dozen such small tribes under , all short on weapons, it's not that we can't afford them, we just can't buy that many…"
"Ah..."
Song Heping laughed.
"Don't worry, I've got your weapons covered,"
He chuckled to himself.
Old fellow, now you've cut my gold money in half, just wait and see how I earn it back with arms.
Heh, heh.
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