Chapter 327: Better to give to foreigners than to domestic slaves The chief leader immediately asked them if they had been here before. Facing Zhang Allen's question, Madison also smiled and replied: "Last time, I came here with a famous Hollywood investor to participate in their wrap-up team-building activities. We also played in the casino downstairs, but that guy obviously didn't have good luck and he lost badly. Although I won a little, if I were asked to go to the casino again, I would definitely not go again!" "There's still some time before the banquet party starts, so we can just walk around. After all, this is a gathering for celebrities from all walks of life to get together to discuss business." said the person next to him. After seeing another familiar person appear, he greeted a few people and walked over. There were also many waiters in formal attire walking around in the hall. After Zhang Allen and Madison walked around, they saw many familiar faces, and even a group of business tycoons who were not on good terms with Madison. They were originally talking and laughing there, but when they saw Madison and others arrive, they immediately stopped laughing. They could only turn around and leave the scene in a hurry. After all, the incident of Prian had caused them a lot of losses, and they were a bit too embarrassed to meet their competitors. Zhang Ailun also noticed several black people who appeared at the scene. They were dressed in suits and ties, wearing gold and silver jewelry. They arrived at the scene under the guidance of the receptionist, then sat down at their seats, chatting and laughing with the people next to them. "They are the royal wealthy people in Central Africa. Don't you have some friendship with them?" Madison asked with interest. "It was just to help them solve a minor face problem. He donated a charitable sum to my foundation, as well as the ivory and lion fur." Zhang Ailun said, "If you are interested, you can go and talk to them. Maybe there will be something to talk about."
"I don't think I have anything in common with the Central African royal family." Madison spread his hands. "But I heard that they have started fighting again, and many rebel groups have emerged. Aren't you in the arms business? Maybe you can get an order from them. See, some military personnel have already tried to contact them." Zhang Allen took a look and found that there was indeed a military leader talking to the black royals. They were talking and laughing with each other, but when it came to business matters, the other party immediately became serious and shrewd, and began to bargain with the military. Those people should not belong to Colonel Wood. They are still on a mission outside and have no time to attend the birthday party. After a while, Zhang Ailun saw the people from the military region get up and leave, and it seemed that they also failed to conclude the deal. This also made the chief leader feel that the opportunity had come. However, before he could stand up and say hello to the other party, Prince Simba came over with a tall female socialite. The leader had to put aside his thoughts temporarily and took the initiative to say hello to the other party. Simba also greeted the two: "Hello, Madison, Hamburg, welcome to my mother's birthday party. This is my girlfriend Grace, she is a Victoria supermodel." Listen, what an official spoken introduction. Zhang Allen and Madison also nodded in greeting and shook hands with each other. "Honey, please go and be with your sisters first. I have something to talk to my friend." After chatting for a few words, Simba sent his girlfriend away. After the socialite left, Madison asked bluntly, "Your Highness, when are you going to change your girlfriend this time?" "I'm very serious this time!" said Simba. "Of course, I believe you. After all, you are always serious and say so every time." Madison nodded without comment. Simba saw that he didn't trust him and felt helpless. "My mother has repeatedly stressed that I should pay attention to my private life. She also plans to let me marry a cousin. She has a nice personality and looks, but I don't like her very much." "I sympathize with you. A man should marry the one he loves, but royal marriage is also very normal. After all, you are one of the heirs of the royal family and may inherit the family throne in the future." Madison smiled and said, "I didn't see you before, were you playing games in the casino down there?" "The owner of the Venetian gave me some large chips, but I lost them all in a short time." Prince Simba shrugged his shoulders and said, "My father, brothers and sisters are here too, so I can't be too presumptuous. This is not my home ground, otherwise I would definitely take you guys out for a good time today." "That's such a pity. The princess and the prince should still be entertaining the guests. Then please say hello to the princess and the prince on our behalf." Madison took a look and saw that no one had come out yet. It seemed that there was no chance to say hello to the prince and the princess. The other princes and princesses also have their own circles of friends, and they are not very familiar with each other.
"I will." Simba nodded. They chatted for a while, and someone came over to greet him. Simba responded politely. As the royal members came over to communicate with him and asked him for something, he greeted the chief leader and the other two and turned and left. "Do you think Prince Simba can inherit the throne?" Zhang Ailun asked. Madison spread her hands. "How would I know? But logically speaking, the prince's eldest son should have a better chance. After all, he has received more family training and is responsible for the family's business and commerce. Although Simba is also a prince, he only likes traveling and having fun. If it were me, I would not choose my youngest son to inherit my assets." Zhang Ailun nodded, thinking that what he said made sense. However, even if the little prince could not inherit the family business, he would not be short of money for the rest of his life, after all, the oil in the family business was inexhaustible. The gap between people is sometimes even greater than that between dogs. Soon the birthday party officially began, and the leader and Madison were also arranged to take their seats. The owner of the Venetian and the mayor of Las Vegas, in cooperation with the royal family, delivered a speech of thanks, welcoming all guests to the birthday party, and then warmly welcomed the princess and prince. Prince Simba and the other princes and princesses were also there, following closely behind the prince and princess. The crowd began to applaud and welcome. It was also the first time for the chief leader to see the Saudi prince, and he joined in the applause. As expected, I am the richest man in the world with a piece of cloth on my head. The prince took the microphone and made a speech, also welcoming all the guests to the princess' birthday party and expressing his sincere gratitude, blah blah. The people closest to him are the owner of the Venetian and the mayor of Las Vegas. In the seats next to them sat the parliamentarians and political officials from various departments. The others were lined up in order, all of them were celebrities from all walks of life in the Fortune 500 companies, and they were all people who often appeared in the media. Many media reporters followed in with cameras to film. When it was the chief leader's table's turn, Madison smiled and nodded at the camera. The chief leader seemed ordinary and low-key. He ignored the filming and recording of the media reporters and concentrated on eating fruits and peeling oranges seriously. After all, it didn't matter to him whether he showed his face or not. He cared more about when to eat. He has been hungry since this afternoon and has not had dinner yet. The media cameras also flashed by and continued to film the prince. As the prince finished his speech, he began to toast to the dignitaries from all walks of life, and the waiters began to serve the dishes. Madison didn't care about it. He found a chance to chat with the people around him, while the leader stayed to enjoy the delicious food. The banquet lasted for about half an hour. After filling their stomachs, the chief had the opportunity to go over and say hello to the royal family of Central Africa. The members of the Central African royal family were somewhat surprised by the arrival of the chief leader, because they did not remember any friendship between them and the Chinese business owners here. It was not until Zhang Ailun took the initiative to introduce himself that they had an impression. "Are you the philanthropist who helped us catch a group of people who were impersonating royals and committing fraud all over the world?" The members of the Central African royal family nodded and smiled, acknowledging the identity of the chief leader. "That's right. But I'm not just doing ordinary charity work, I'm also an arms dealer." Zhang Ailun said. "So, you also want to sell us guns and ammunition? Can you offer a better price than the military district, or can you provide more support personnel?" The Central African royal tycoon asked, "The military also offered to help us before, but their request was a bit too much. They even proposed to send a peacekeeping force to the mining area to help us train soldiers. They know that we have recently dug up rare diamonds in a new mining area, and there are also many rebels making trouble. They probably don't want to help us train soldiers, but want to occupy the mining area!" "It's true that I can't be more professional than the military, nor can I help you train more soldiers, because I think the conflict between the government and the rebels is your own private matter, and no one else is qualified to intervene. I can only help you provide some equipment and sell you some weapons and firepower at a more favorable price." Zhang Ailun said with a smile. "We don't need any high-quality equipment. Those things need maintenance and are not very easy to use. We want weapons that are easy to use and do not require long-term maintenance." said the Central African royal family. Another black man said, "There's no need to give soldiers too good equipment. The best equipment is one that can be used by three people."
“…” Zhang Ailun felt a little numb. How can one set of equipment be used by three people? Is it inherited? No wonder the military personnel just now left in a rage. They felt that this business was totally unfeasible and could not be negotiated. Even if it was done, it would not make any money at all. Sending it all the way there was not even enough money for the gas. The original purpose is to sell you guns and ammunition, to earn the subsequent maintenance costs, and to protect the lives of soldiers. As a result, you don't care about the lives of your soldiers at all, but care more about whether the equipment can be used longer. A gun is passed down through three generations, and the people are still cold, but the gun is still there. If someone dies, wouldn't it be better to just replace him with another one? How expensive the equipment is. "Then you might prefer military vehicles or machine guns?" Zhang Ailun said. "Does the military vehicle break down and need repairing?" asked the rich man. "The military vehicle is broken, so of course it needs to be repaired," said Zhang Ailun. "Then we don't want it." The Central African royal tycoon shook his head. "..." Zhang Ailun thought their thinking was strange. "You can freely use one million dollars to do charity. You don't care about this little military expenditure, do you?" "Although we are very rich, this money is not spent on ourselves, and it does not bring us any fame or much profit. The loyalty of the soldiers cannot be guaranteed at all, and we have to replace a batch of them every once in a while. We want equipment that is simple, practical, sturdy and durable, and does not require technical support to use." said the rich man. "Then we can only choose Ak. He is tough and durable." Zhang Ailun said, "I don't think you need to raise soldiers anymore. It would be better to just hire mercenaries." "We do hire some soldiers to work for us to guard the mines, and they also provide themselves with combat equipment." The rich man said: "Compared to these mercenaries who can save money, fight more and are more professional, our soldiers are expensive, can't fight and have no loyalty. They are not worth our investment at all." "..." That's what happened. The mercenaries have no choice. Your equipment and environment are terrible. What if they work hard without their own equipment and die there? The chief leader was a little confused. He had been thinking about whether he could sell them the Black Hawk and fighter jets. But now it seems that, let alone selling them fighter jets, they don't even understand how to operate helicopters and don't want to operate them. As long as I refuse to buy high-tech weapons, then when I fight in this broken piece of land in Central Africa, I will always only have Ak47s and tattered military pickup trucks. Just giving up, right? Knowing the character of their own top leaders, even after the arms embargo was lifted, they still closed the country and prohibited the tribe from circulating large-caliber firepower weapons. If these wealthy people really wanted to buy equipment, the army would have fighter jets long ago. Rafale and F16 may be too advanced for you, but you can arrange for more backward jets and tanks. Arms dealers are lining up to smuggle them. The key is that people don’t want to play with you. As long as the Ak in your hand can protect your mineral resources and suppress unruly people, it will never be out of date. What's the point of playing Black Hawk? It's a crooked way! What are you still playing with tanks and tricks? Why are you still playing with third-generation fighters! Fourth-generation fighters! Fifth-generation fighters! Don't play!! The chief changed his mind and said, "I have some shoe polish, gun oil, military equipment, helmets, scopes, compressed biscuits, canned food, etc. I wonder if you are willing to buy them. I can sell them to you at a price lower than the market price."
"We can consider this. This is Anmuresa Robwazi Alban Floroya. He is the head of our weapons bidding department. If you have any questions, you can discuss cooperation with him." The Central African royal tycoon nodded with satisfaction and introduced the black man next to him to the chief leader. What are you talking about? The name is so long. Can cookies kill royalty? No. Can giving the cookies to the mercenaries help suppress the rebellious people? Yes. Ok, this is it. The chief leader wondered how much they paid those international mercenaries per day? Why were they working so hard? If you don't understand, just ask. After the royal tycoons got up and left, Zhang Ailun also asked the black man who was the head of the bidding department, whose name was very long and even the chief leader couldn't remember it at all. The supervisor said, "We pay them $26 an hour." The wages are so low? A black kiln factory? impossible? The head of the headquarters was shocked. "But we also allow them to take a limited amount of broken diamonds every month, but the size is standard." Oh, that's alright... Isn't this the case of preferring to be with foreigners rather than to be a domestic slave? They don't treat the lower class black people as human beings at all, they are just cattle and horses used for mining. I know! No wonder those mercenaries work so hard, bringing their own food and equipment. Aren't they just exploiting the non-mining black guys? Zhang Ailun couldn't help but sigh. They must be rich, but who can blame them for owning the mine? (End of this chapter)