Bald Dao looked at Ye Qing in shock. He knew he was not a good person from the moment they met, but he didn't expect him to be so deceitful. He said in disbelief: "Are you serious?"
"Of course!" Ye Qing nodded affirmatively.
The bald knife glared angrily: "You should know that the mountain army in northern Myanmar is more difficult to deal with than the government army!"
"I know!" Ye Qing said leisurely: "But you should also understand that this money is not so easy to get. Each transaction between me and old Sangji is worth tens of millions, and we do more than a dozen transactions every year. Business.
Even if each business transaction is counted in tens of millions, every commission from Daozhai is counted in millions. As a partner, I can also give you the biggest discount. "
"What discount?"
"You can exchange the commission for the necessary materials." Ye Qing said with a smile: "This is better than asking the border residents to help with a little purchase."
Bald Dao shook his big bald head and grinned, "But the risk is too great."
"No one does the business of losing money, but there are people who do the business of beheading." Ye Qing said with a smile: "Besides, the most important thing in doing this kind of business is longevity."
Bald Dao Zhen gritted his teeth and said: "Starting from the Yingjiang River, you have to pass through more than a dozen mountain army checkpoints to reach the territory of the Croatian Independence Army. You can still spend money to buy roads through these dozen mountain army checkpoints, but the government army's The checkpoint is a ghost gate."
Old Dao Ye sighed: "He knows what you said. Otherwise, he would not have paid such a high price to cooperate with us."
He turned his head and glanced at Dao Zhen: "And you didn't hit the point. Every mountain army is short of guns and ammunition, but not every mountain army is willing to spend money to buy them.
Watching the urgently needed guns and ammunition pass through your own territory, the simplest solution is to grab them. Therefore, every Shanjun level is a gate to hell. "
Ye Qing smiled and said nothing. This was the reason why he did not dare to let the caravan help smuggling. If it was ordinary goods, such as tea, silk, etc., these mountain soldiers would spend some money to check it out for the sake of acquaintances and then release it.
But in the eyes of Shan Jun, guns and ammunition are like a pervert who won't let go of a beautiful woman after seeing her.
Therefore, this smuggling mountain road is full of violence and blood.
But if you enter the country through normal channels, you will know it before you go through customs and the military government. Once they write it down in their little notebook, I will never even think about coming to northern Myanmar in my life.
The old swordsman said leisurely: "The risk is too great and the profit is too low!"
"If business fails, benevolence and righteousness remain. Just find another opportunity to cooperate next time." After Ye Qing finished speaking, he stood up...
"Young man, don't be so impatient?" Mr. Dao took a leisurely puff of water: "It's normal to have different opinions. You can talk slowly!"
Ye Qing took out his cell phone and looked at the time: "I have hundreds of thousands per minute, I can't afford to waste it!"
These words made even Song Youqing beside him clenched his fists and wanted to punch him.
Mr. Dao and his son were even more stunned.
"My business in Ruili is very big!" Ye Qing said very sincerely: "I have invested billions. The business with old Sangji is not just to make money, but to take a fancy to his family's rough stone warehouse. .Otherwise, I wouldn’t take such a risk.”
Mr. Dao glanced at him with contempt, I believe you, can anyone do the arms business?
The Mu family, which is such a powerful force in Yun Province, would not dare to think like this.
Moreover, who dares to say that supplies worth 10 million were transported to the Yingjiang River in an honest and fair manner. Are you blind when you think of the border guards and the customs anti-smuggling team?
"The beheading business must be a huge profit!" Lao Daoye smoked a hookah enthusiastically: "10% profit is too low, but for the sake of long-term cooperation, I want 30%!"
"Is it 30% of the profit or 30% of the total value!"
Old Master Dao glanced at him with disdain: "How do I know how much profit you have? Of course it is 30% of the total value."
"That won't work!" Ye Qing categorically rejected it and thought for a moment: "Twenty percent, this is already my bottom line."
Old Dao Ye nodded: "Every time materials are handed over, someone from Old Sangji must be present, and the three parties must count the goods together."
"Brother Qi is in charge here, Princess Jinsha is in charge of Old Sanji's side, and Mr. Dao from Daozhai just arranges the people."
"For the safety of the goods, we need a batch of sophisticated weapons!" Lao Daoye calmly stated his last condition: "This batch of weapons must form a huge deterrent to the small mountain army and have the power to fight back against the government troops. .”
"Missiles are impossible, and rocket launchers probably won't work either. If I get you a tank, you won't be able to drive it to the other side of the mountain. Wuzhi is more convenient. Can you afford it?"
Every time Ye Qing mentioned a weapon, Old Dao Master's cheeks would tremble.
As long as Daozhai dares to equip these weapons, they will immediately become the focus of the government forces.
Not to mention the smuggling business, if you move, you may be covered by artillery fire...
But Lao Daoye also made a simple assessment of his strength. The underlying meaning of this kid is that as long as you have money, he will dare to buy anything except cores.
"You can't let us help you transport goods with fire sticks!"
Ye Qing felt relieved when he heard this. Old Dao Ye didn't have a big appetite and rolled his eyes: "If it's dozens or hundreds of guns, I can give them to you personally. No matter how many there are, the landlord's family will still be surviving the famine. "
"What model?"
"I made an agreement with old Sangji and sold them the Bayi gun. This assault rifle is an imitation and improved AK47. It was once installed in large numbers in the Chinese army. Although it has been retired now, the Bayi gun passed by It has been tested in war and its reliability is very strong.”
Ye Qing looked at the old knife master's constantly shaking cheeks and said with a smile: "The most important thing is that the control of it is exactly the same as that of the AK-47. You can use it just by picking it up."
Bald Daozhen's eyes lit up. This kind of gun was his dream treasure: "What's the price!"
"Bayi carries 10,000 yuan each, bullets cost 20 yuan each, and bayonets are given as free."
"I......."
Not to mention the bald sword shock, even Song Youqing looked sideways.
In the international market, when the demand for an original AK47 produced in Old Russia is strongest, it is at this price. But most of the time, it's just a few hundred dollars, which is only three to five thousand yuan when converted into RMB.
And the price of a Bayi bag shipped to Yun Province by air was only 1,000 yuan. Even if he was asked to pay 100% tax, it would only be 2,000 yuan.
He had a profit of eight thousand dollars from one gun.
After deducting the tax on a bullet, he can earn half of it. The most important thing is that the gun can be reused, but the bullet is a consumable.
It may seem like an inconspicuous thing, but it is actually the most profitable.
Especially the bayonet. Isn't it a part carried on the Bayi? Why did it come to his mouth and he gave it as a gift...
No wonder this guy has earned tens of billions of dollars at a young age. He is really not an ordinary gangster...
