Over the next ten days, Brook launched a large-scale procurement operation in Punjab.
He mainly purchased agricultural products such as wheat, rice, potatoes, sugarcane, carrots, and tomatoes.
Although he could have simply "taken" them without paying, he had his own principle—not to rob the poor.
Moreover, the local prices for these grains were incredibly low.
Taking wheat as an example, in Britain, 1 pound could buy 5 catties of wheat, but in India, 1 pound could buy 12 catties of wheat.
Due to the massive quantity he purchased, the final average transaction price was 1 pound for 15 catties of wheat.
Brook didn't even need to use his reserved gold; he only spent half of the funds he obtained from the Industrial Credit and Investment Bank of India.
After the materials were procured, Brook flew directly to Ukraine—no, it was still Big Bear's territory at that time.
Big Bear would only officially disintegrate after the "8.19" incident, and Ukraine would not declare independence until August 24th.
It was only August 3rd, still more than 20 days away.
But Brook had no intention of waiting that long.
As soon as he walked out of the airport, Brook saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a graceful figure.
She was holding a sign with "Mike Austin" written on it, waiting.
Brook walked straight over.
Mike Austin was the alias on his passport.
A hint of surprise flashed in the beauty's eyes; she clearly hadn't expected Mr. Austin's physique to be so... petite.
But her professional demeanor quickly helped her regain composure.
She extended her hand and said with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Austin, I am Zoryana Vladimirovna Romanova, and I will be responsible for your itinerary from now on."
"Hello, Ms. Romanova."
Brook also extended his hand, lightly grasping her fingertips twice.
Then the two got into the car, with Romanova driving.
"Mr. Austin, according to your request, we have already contacted General Kuznetsov, and a meeting can be arranged at any time," Romanova said while driving.
"What if I entrust this matter to you as well?"
"This..." Romanova hesitated greatly.
"What, you don't dare?"
"I can provide you with consultation in my personal capacity, but the company cannot be involved in such matters."
Romanova bit her lip, clearly weighing the pros and cons.
"Oh, Ms. Romanova wants to leave Ukraine."
Romanova sighed, "If your transaction truly succeeds, then I can only leave Ukraine, or even Big Bear."
Although she used "if," she knew that this transaction was almost a certainty.
Austin was trading not only money but also a large amount of grain.
Ukraine was already restless internally, eager to break free from Big Bear's shackles.
Now, they were just waiting for the right moment.
At this critical juncture, whoever could provide a large amount of grain to relieve the populace.
That person would become the first president of independent Ukraine.
General Kuznetsov could not refuse such a temptation.
She was now a pawn of the company, and might even face life-threatening danger.
But she had no choice.
Brook looked at Romanova beside him again.
Exquisite features, sapphire-like eyes, and an impeccable figure.
She perfectly embodied the beauty of Ukrainian women; just looking at her was a feast for the eyes.
"As long as you satisfy me, I'll take you back to Britain."
Romanova's eyes instantly lit up.
This Austin was definitely a rich man.
The gold mentioned in that fax alone was wealth she couldn't earn in several lifetimes.
"I am 26 years old, have never had a boyfriend, and I just had a health check-up; my physical condition is good..."
"Ahem, you will follow me for this negotiation, and I want to see your capabilities."
Brook quickly interrupted her, otherwise, who knew what harmonious words might pop out.
"Boss, rest assured, Ukraine has long yearned for independence, and is simply unable to maintain such a massive arsenal; besides selling them, they can only be destroyed. Here, these weapons are nothing but scrap metal."
Romanova quickly returned to her professional demeanor, analyzing seriously.
"Other things are easy to discuss, but what if I want the 'big boom'?"
Brook suddenly dropped a bombshell.
Romanova's pupils contracted sharply, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Was this Austin a member of a terrorist organization?
He actually wanted the "big boom"!
Was his goal to destroy the world?
"Drive carefully."
The vehicle had started to swerve on the road, and Brook immediately reminded her.
Romanova suppressed her inner fear, concentrating on steadying the steering wheel.
But her throat was terribly dry, and she kept swallowing.
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in destroying the world. Not having and not using are two different concepts."
"Bo... Boss, are you serious?"
"There are still so many beautiful women like you in this world waiting for me; how could I bear to destroy it?"
Brook's answer slightly alleviated the fear in Romanova's heart.
The subsequent transaction process went much smoother than Brook had anticipated.
General Kuznetsov truly dared to sell anything.
No need to mention firearms and grenades.
Anyway, equipping two or three brigades was completely fine.
7 An-225 transport planes, 650 tanks, 700 armored vehicles.
50 aircraft, including 10 heavy strategic bombers, 5 Tu-95MS, and 20 Tu-160 bombers, some of which were also equipped with KH-55 subsonic cruise missiles.
30 missile launchers, as well as 20 land-based intercontinental missiles, 200 intercontinental missiles, and 1000 other missiles.
Among them, 300 carried the "big boom."
In addition, there were some blueprints and parameters for these weapons.
Although not a complete set, they were sufficiently detailed.
And Brook only paid a total of 50 million tons of agricultural products, 5 tons of gold bars, and 2 million British pounds.
After the transaction, he gave Romanova twenty thousand British pounds as a settling-in allowance.
He told her to handle her affairs at home and then come to Britain to find him before the end of the month.
As for whether Romanova would run away with the money.
Brook wasn't too concerned.
Firstly, twenty thousand British pounds was not a large sum.
The amount Romanova saved him in this transaction far exceeded that figure.
After all, compared to an outsider like Brook.
Romanova was truly ruthless when dealing with "her own people."
Secondly, if he could test a person's heart with such a small amount of money.
He felt it was worth it.
Brook did not return directly to Britain, but instead used the spatial gate to go to Daxia.
At this time, Daxia was not like 2025, full of cameras.
The sudden appearance of a person would not be noticed.
He stayed in Daxia for twenty days.
This timeline was not exactly the same as his original world; at least his hometown did not exist.
But looking at those familiar faces, Daxia was still the Daxia in his heart.
One day, he would return to Daxia to settle down.
Brook began another large-scale procurement.
He bought various seasonings by the ton, especially Sichuan hotpot bases, which he piled into small mountains.
Although the time flow in his independent space was the same as the outside world, the temperature was constant, at around 5 degrees Celsius.
As long as he built an ice cellar with ice blocks, the items inside could be preserved for a long time.
Of course, he also purchased large quantities of various teas and white liquor.
For aged Pu-erh tea, as long as the air was dry and it was sealed well, it could be preserved for hundreds of years without issue.
As for Moutai, he directly bought over 5000 jars, each weighing over a hundred catties.
If it weren't for the fact that Moutai's production was too low at that time, and they couldn't sell all of it to him.
He really wanted to buy a few hundred more tons.
Not only that, he also bought one percent of Moutai Company's shares.
Don't underestimate that one percent; it was very difficult to acquire.
It was only because he used foreign currency, and paid a tenfold premium, and stipulated in the contract that it would never be sold externally, that he managed to acquire it.
Moutai Company would convert his annual dividends into an equivalent amount of wine from that year and help him bury it.
He also planned to bury all the wine he bought after returning, and drink it when he became an adult.
His actions still attracted the attention of the Daxia police.
There was no way around it; not only were his purchase quantities huge, but he was also using British pounds.
It would be strange if he wasn't noticed.
If he hadn't constantly changed his appearance and moved from place to place after each purchase, he probably would have been invited for tea long ago.
On his last day before leaving, he went to the capital.
Brook left most of the weapons and all the blueprints in his space in Daxia.
He hoped that Daxia in this world could rise earlier.
He hoped that ten years later, when 81192 encountered foreign enemies, it would no longer need to defend Daxia's dignity at the cost of lives.
But instead, shout that phrase that would make all Daxia people's blood boil.
"Dare to illuminate me with your fire control radar."
