Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

None of the brothers expected that the basic aircraft carrier could no longer satisfy Wang Yaotang's ever-growing ambition!

They actually dare to target Russia's aircraft carriers and nuclear submarines now!

"Brother Yao, are you crazy?" Awei wiped his mouth, speechless.

"The pressure from the US military is too great, so your mind has become twisted?" This is the four-eyed guy.

In contrast, Aji looked at Wang Yaotang with a worried expression...

"What kind of look is that!" Wang Yaotang angrily threw a chopstick at him.

"What's wrong with the aircraft carrier!"

"What's wrong with nuclear submarines now!"

"I'd also like to get a few nuclear bombs and play with them!"

"A person should have dreams!"

“Brother, dreams can be grounded in reality, but not in the government. Even if you manage to get them, I think we brothers will be dead by now.”

"No vision," Wang Yaotang scoffed. "You'll soon find out why I'm the boss!"

"Brother, there's no need, there's really no need!" The four-eyed guy grabbed Wang Yaotang.

"Big brother, stop now, there are Jackie Chans everywhere outside!" Awei patted Wang Yaotang's shoulder heavily.

By 1990, two Police Story movies had already been made.

After a round of joking, Wang Yaotang brought up the old topic again, saying that the Russians might not be able to hold on much longer.

90% of the industry is heavy industry, and light industry is almost non-existent, resulting in a serious imbalance.

The purge during the revolution against Tsarist Russia was incomplete, and a large number of former landlords, nobles, and capitalists transformed themselves into members of the revolutionary ranks. After World War II, these people were reborn, class solidification occurred, and corruption became severe from top to bottom.

In addition, given the severe exploitation of later member states by the Russians, Poland has already declared its secession.

Russian pills!

He's making arrangements in advance, waiting for these people to start sucking his blood. Wang Yaotang's smile was somewhat sinister.

"At that time, even if I propose something that is obviously a betrayal of national interests, they will have no choice but to accept it. Heh, how many people from top to bottom will benefit from it? If Sergei and the people behind him dare to refuse me, I won't even need to say a word, someone will tell them to die!"

"Of course, I won't start by saying I want to buy aircraft carriers and nuclear submarines. I'll start with some technical data first."

"The Russians have extremely profound expertise in special metal processing, which is something we can't match, given Europe's centuries of experience. For example, in the case of gun barrel steel, our gun barrels can only withstand about 600 shots, while the Russians can fire more than 1200."

"We don't have other special steels used to manufacture engines, gas turbines, aircraft carrier steel, aircraft carrier arresting cables, and nuclear submarines. If we wanted to develop these ourselves, it might take twenty or thirty years."

"You want to bring it back and give it to your superiors?" the bespectacled man asked in a low voice.

"Not entirely," Wang Yaotang said with a smile. "I have no interest in producing ordinary rebar for building materials, but I do have a great interest in producing specialty steel!"

"The demand for this product may not be large, but the profit margin is very considerable."

“I certainly wouldn’t dare touch those aircraft carriers and nuclear submarines, but we can transfer them to the higher-ups. From now on, they will be our brothers’ families’ protective shield. The Far East is a huge pie. It’s 20% of the military manufacturing capacity of Russia, one of the world’s two superpowers. Even if we only manage to take one-tenth of those engine factories, gas turbine factories, aircraft factories, and shipyards, it will be enough for our top Asian families!”

Wang Yaotang glanced at his brothers with a serious expression. "All the wealth I've accumulated over the years is for this grand feast in the future. We're too small and weak to even be worthy of sitting at the table."

The three brothers didn't quite understand, while the four-eyed boy was slightly better, but he still understood the importance of the matter from Wang Yaotang's words.

Wheat is a big problem. Global food production is fixed; it's not always available, and the distributors are basically fixed.

Moreover, Southeast Asia does not produce wheat and still imports tens of millions of tons every year, so Wang Yaotang's influence cannot be fully utilized. His hometown can help coordinate 50,000 to 80,000 tons, but more than that would be difficult.

The country is also short of food supplies.

“Xiaomai can only go to Ah San, but Ah San doesn’t know me. This matter needs to be handled by the British. Ah Xiang, you have to pull some strings,” Wang Yaotang instructed.

"can."

"what about others?"

"I'm looking for the Malaysian Sugar King, Guo. Back then, his son tried to cause me trouble. This time, he absolutely has to get things done for me. Everything else can be resolved domestically."

Just ten days after Four-Eyes returned from Cam Ranh Bay, Sergei called, announcing his secret trip to Hong Kong.

If Wang Yaotang were to detain a Russian military commander in Hong Kong, this capitalist paradise... that would be a huge joke.

It's clear he was really impatient.

Upon their first meeting, they shook hands, and Sergei looked Wang Yaotang up and down, observing the mastermind behind the destruction of the fleet that had given his ally, Annamite... Red Hand. Hearing fluent Russian, Sergei was genuinely surprised.

Putting everything else aside, they started drinking right away, and after two glasses of wine, Sergei forgot the purpose of his visit...

When I woke up the next day, I was completely bewildered. Where was I?

When Sergei saw Wang Yaotang again, he treated him as a good friend. He could drink a lot!
Since this is the first time we've done this, we're naturally focusing on the Pacific Fleet's territory first. It's just a trial run, so the scale isn't very large.

First and foremost, it's alcohol!

We can live without bread, we can live without cotton-padded clothes, but we cannot live without wine!

When pushed to the limit, they'll even drink gasoline...

"1 tons of alcohol?" Wang Yaotang looked up at Sergei in astonishment. "No way, are you crazy?!"

That's what it says on the form, and the bespectacled guy next to him was dumbfounded.

“Yes, we need 1 tons!” Sergei said with certainty. “The Pacific Fleet has 13 men. We can handle that amount of alcohol ourselves; consider it a perk.”

Only 76 kilograms per person...

Are there many?
“I, Ni, Ma.” Wang Yaotang gave a thumbs up, conforming to the stereotype.

Of course, it wasn't necessarily all consumed by the individuals themselves. At that time, alcohol was a hard currency in Russia, even stronger than the US dollar in the private sector, and could be exchanged for various supplies, including food.

After all, food supplies are insufficient, and the production of alcoholic products is very small.

Secondly, there are cigarettes.

“Okay, no problem.” Wang Yaotang waved his hand, thinking that given the gray animal’s constitution, it didn’t necessarily have to be edible alcohol; medical alcohol would probably be fine too.

After the impact of 10,000 tons of alcohol, everything else becomes completely insignificant.

1 cartons of cigarettes, 10 tons of wheat, 10 sets of cotton clothing...

"The cotton-padded coats, including shoes and hats, will take at least a month to arrive, which is the coldest time in the Far East, so the demand for these is quite urgent," Sergei added.

Wang Yaotang looked at him speechlessly. So why do we need to buy 1 tons of alcohol first?

There were no problems with the supplies; the supply and marketing system could handle it. Wheat and sugar should be able to fill the gap later. Wang Yaotang handed over the price list, saying, "I'll handle the shipping; customs issues..."

"What customs?" Sergei laughed. "We're the Pacific Fleet!"

If the military gets involved in smuggling, it's a truly devastating blow.

A quick glance at the quote revealed it was even lower than they had anticipated, making it entirely feasible, but...

"Is it mandatory to settle in US dollars?"

“Only $4500 million? Don’t tell me you don’t have it?” Wang Yaotang leaned back, his face immediately darkening.

You're talking to me about not having money? You're kidding me!
"This..." Sergei was a little embarrassed; he wasn't thick-skinned enough.

It wasn't that these high-ranking officials in the Pacific Fleet couldn't come up with that many US dollars, but rather that they had reservations.

Even in my Great Qing Dynasty, it's impossible for high-ranking officials to pocket all the disaster relief funds. There are rules about how to cut corners. Such a large amount of supplies need to be transported through military ports, requiring a lot of manpower and resources. Even the lower-ranking soldiers need a share, so it's impossible for the higher-ups to pay for all the purchases.

The boss is often just a figurehead...

"I know you're in the arms business. We can provide the weapons that the Chinese can provide, and we can even provide the weapons that the Chinese can't provide. They're all original and authorized by the Soviet Union!" Sergei said, patting his chest.

In this freezing weather, cold weapons offer no warmth whatsoever. People are about to die, what use are these cold things! Trading them for sustenance is called recycling!
This is called organic blending!

Eighty percent of the means of production in the Far East were sent to Moscow; even the nobility didn't exploit people this ruthlessly back then.

Moscow doesn't care about the lives of people in the Far East anymore, can't the people in the Far East fend for themselves?
Why!
Thinking about this, Sergei suddenly felt that his actions were great, righteous, and just, and were for the benefit of all the people of the Far East.

They deserve God's praise.

Wang Yaotang's smile gradually widened until he burst into laughter, and Sergei laughed along with him.

See, he even has to thank us!
"Forget about firearms and bullets." Wang Yaotang's smile suddenly vanished.

Sergei's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked over in astonishment, "Y-you, you, this, this, this..."

“The conflicts in Southeast Asia now are all small-scale skirmishes. The annual consumption of AKs is no more than 100 and ammunition is around 1 million rounds. Nobody is fighting all the time. The market is already saturated. The South American market has just been opened up and doesn't need that many guns and ammunition. Nobody can enter the Middle East right now, and the African market hasn't been developed yet.”

Wang Yaotang said very seriously, "It's no use even if we expand, Africans are too poor, they can't afford the bullets you produce."

"Even if you gave me tanks, planes, and missiles, I wouldn't want them. They wouldn't sell on the underground arms market, do you understand?"

"Then... what do you want?" Sergei was getting anxious now. He was about to make money, how could he possibly give it up?

Of course, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as he was genuinely afraid that Wang Yaotang would want high-tech heavy weapons.

"Oil." The Gulf War will inevitably lead to a surge in oil prices, and Russian oil is very cheap.

Wang Yaotang controlled Hong Kong's crude oil transshipment market, so he wasn't worried about not being able to sell his products.

"The oil produced in the Far East is not even enough for local use, and it still needs to be transported from Siberia..." Sergei was familiar with the Pacific Fleet's oil consumption situation.

“I understand, but that’s planned production capacity. Producing more won’t get you an extra ruble; it will just make you do more work. But now it can be directly converted into supplies, or even US dollars, right?” Wang Yaotang grinned.

It's time to experience the power of the household responsibility system.

"Including refined oil products, I believe there is great potential to be tapped in the refineries in the Far East."

"Besides, the Pacific Fleet's missions have been greatly reduced, but the annual fuel rations haven't changed much, have they?"

Sergei immediately understood, his face lighting up with excitement. His family also secretly sold refined oil, including himself in Cam Ranh Bay, where he received a share of the allocated refined oil profits every year…

Now, by directly exchanging supplies with those 60-plus wells in the Far East, doubling production shouldn't be a big problem!

"Leave this to me, I'll contact headquarters." Sergei immediately stood up.

Seeing his anxious look, Wang Yaotang didn't try to keep him any longer.

After seeing the man off, the bespectacled man asked with a smile, "I think if you had just persisted a little, he would have relented on those mid-to-high-end weapons or technical data."

“Yes, but there’s no need.” Wang Yaotang shook his head. “The Russians are still very simple and honest, especially these Far Eastern Russians. They are actually quite stubborn, but also easily satisfied.”

"If I insist strongly this time, they will agree, but it will damage my reputation. Once they open up the market, they will immediately seek other smuggling channels, such as the Japanese. They are too close, only 800 kilometers away, which can be reached by ship in a day. The Pacific Fleet has hardly conducted any training in recent years. Guess where all that fuel has gone?"

"It's impossible that the huge amount of fuel the Japanese sell every year all goes through customs."

"Oh, right, there's also steel, special steel, gold, timber, fur, etc. The smuggling volume is enormous."

"Along with the devils?"

"No, they're from the Self-Defense Forces."

"Wow!" The four-eyed guy was quite surprised.

Wang Yaotang scoffed, "What else can they do? They have their American daddy for home security, they can't go to the open seas, and they can't participate in any international operations. With so many men hanging around all day with nothing to do, they'll eventually run into trouble!"

The bespectacled guy burst out laughing.

……

The hook was cast, but before any fish were caught, the old camel king called and said the Americans had gone mad. The agreed-upon troop deployment was 35, but it had already reached 43, and it hadn't stopped!

Including people from other countries such as Britain and France, the number exceeded 68.

The harassment by Saddam Hussein during this period has greatly annoyed the United States. They feel underestimated, as if their debut has been disrupted. This is not just slapping Saddam's backside, it is clearly slapping the face of the United States.

This news surprised Wang Yaotang. He remembered that the Americans hadn't mobilized so many people in his previous life.

It shouldn't have anything to do with me, right?

Not only did the old king call, but also Maoshiqiang, the person in charge of Shengyi's poultry business in Saudi Arabia, called back for help. Our friends in Europe and America are so enthusiastic, there is a serious shortage of poultry!
I need support from my family.

Wang Yaotang: Damn it, the prices of PUBG in Hong Kong and Mando have been inflated to an exorbitant level, and they still need players!

However, considering the 68 hormone-fueled soldiers and the fact that they only have 7000 poultry, a ratio of 1 to 100, the pressure is too much. If this continues, they'll run out of resources.

Camels are already short of water...

This matter also caught the attention of Prince Banda. These soldiers came from Europe and America, acting like superior saviors. They didn't take the Middle Eastern Arabs seriously, thinking this place was a backward and uncivilized place. They were really audacious in their actions. If they acted like this in their own country, what would they do now?

She raped women, killed people, and didn't even spare men; she treated it all like a jungler...

Forced into a corner, people within a radius of several kilometers evacuated.

We urgently need the help of Mr. Wang Yaotang, an advisor on international politics, to resolve this issue.

In fact, Sheng Yi also encountered a lot of problems. There were people who beat up chickens after smoking too much, and people who took advantage of others for free. Mao Shi Qiang was also in a lot of trouble.

In Southeast Asia, they'd cut off your penis, but how could he dare now? With over 60 soldiers, he'd probably just get himself executed by artillery fire.

The news somehow reached Wang Yaotang's ears, and he made a phone call to give Maoshiqiang a good scolding, saying, "If you can't do it, get back here."

Damn it, if you back down even once, those guys will only take advantage of you.

If we can't beat them in the head, can't we at least annoy them?
Take photos, unfurl banners, and drag the chickens into the streets in a crying parade.

The Middle East has caused such a huge uproar, and it's not just soldiers who have come; there are also journalists from all over the world. If individuals have no shame, let's see if their countries have no shame!

As for the poultry shortage, what could Wang Yaotang do? Of course, he would help.

Fortunately, their reputation in the underworld was high over the years, and they made phone calls one by one, especially to the Japanese, who were quite knowledgeable about the maintenance of foreign guns.

Wang Yaotang: Thanks to the Japanese devils who are doing well for sending 3000 short-legged chickens!
The Japanese counterparts gave me a wholesale price: $3000 per chicken, which would make a total of $900 million.

Wang Yaotang has acquired this batch of Japanese chickens. After the Desert Storm, they can tour Southeast Asian countries. It's inevitable that the same group of people will get tired of the approval process. It's necessary to change things up a bit. The chicken market is quite necessary.

Wang Yaotang had been closely following the UN's ultimatum. On the 29th, the UN passed Resolution 678, setting January 15, 1991, as the deadline for the withdrawal of Iraqi troops, otherwise authorizing the use of 'all necessary means'.

With this, Wang Yaotang would know when to start the war.

For the time being, the old king could only endure it, and Wang Yaotang was unwilling to go and cause trouble, so he took the opportunity to run around dealing with the Russian side.

Ten days later, Sergei secretly arrived at the port again. There was no problem with the oil or the refined oil. The goods and the oil had arrived.

Ultimately, this was smuggling. Wang Yaotang wanted these things, but he certainly couldn't get them himself. In the end, he went to China Resources. Luo Wenhua didn't ask any questions. The payment was made in US dollars, and the goods arrived as soon as the money was received.

Wang Yaotang then left the rest to Four-Eyes. Through these private transactions, he was to build more connections in the Far East. The rewards would have to wait until a year later, so there was no rush. Expanding the channels was more important.

In December, Saddam Hussein proposed conditions for troop withdrawal: the withdrawal of foreign troops and a solution to the Palestinian issue, which the United States rejected.

A messenger from above approached Wang Yaotang to discuss a close-up observation of the war against Iraq.

In mid-December, at Camel's request, Wang Yaotang sent another 1000 people to the area, one of whom would be stationed near Haifji.

On January 9, the final peace talks between U.S. Secretary of State Baker and Iraqi Foreign Minister Aziz in Geneva broke down.

On the 11th, Wang Yaotang arrived in Lead with several 'security personnel'. As Camel's external military advisor, he met with Prince Suer and entered the US military command. In any case, since the troops were stationed in Camel, it was impossible not to let Camel participate.

On the 12th, the U.S. Congress authorized the use of military force.

On the 15th, the deadline arrived, and Saddam Hussein refused to withdraw his troops.

On the morning of the 17th, the war began, with the US military deploying multiple Apache helicopters to strike Iraqi border radar stations!
Security personnel: Holy crap, he was right! (End of chapter)