Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 126 Transportation Problems
"Brothers."

The next day at noon, in the temporary canteen in the oil field area, Song Heping raised the Coca-Cola in his hand.

"Last night's operation was very successful. We're having extra food at noon today to celebrate. Eat as much as you want and have a good time. Also—"

He deliberately dragged out his tone, then paused, keeping the audience in suspense.

The mercenaries from the two companies in front of him all cast their eyes on Song Heping, waiting for his next speech.

"To thank you for your bravery last night, after discussions with our management, the 12 injured employees will be given two months of paid leave, in addition to medical expenses covered by insurance, and can return to the company after the leave. In addition, each injured employee will receive a $2 subsidy!"

The attack on the Free Army headquarters resulted in 12 Irigo mercenaries being injured in the "Musician" defense.

However, the injuries were not serious. After temporary battlefield treatment, they were all evacuated and have now been sent to the hospital in Bakda for hospitalization. The most serious one will be discharged in just half a month.

Although insurance compensation had already been paid, Song Heping decided to give additional rewards to the local employees hired to boost morale.

"Also, everyone who participated in the battle last night will receive a $200 mission allowance. After dinner, go to Mr. Ferrari to collect it."

"Oh! That's great!"

"awesome!"

"thank you boss!"

Cheers broke out in the team.

"I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. The roasted lamb is steaming, the drinks are still in the ice water, and the naan is already fragrant. Now everyone can eat as much as they want, but—"

Song Heping deliberately lengthened his tone again.

The scene fell silent again.

"After eating, immediately return to your workstations and follow the duty roster. Those who have made contributions to the company will be rewarded! If you fail to perform your duties, you will be fired immediately upon discovery! No mercy will be offered! Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

The last sentence "I understand" was said in Arabic.

These words were spoken in Arabic.

Song Heping asked Samir to teach him for a whole morning before he memorized it.

After all, you can't survive in this area just by relying on English.

And there is a more important reason, which is respect.

Sometimes, besides money, people also need a little respect.

Especially when the money is not much, giving your employees a little respect will gain more loyalty.

Yulia couldn't help but say to Bai Xiong: "Look at Sang, this leader's temperament is coming out. Why didn't I find that he had this talent when he first came?"

The cook said, "I didn't notice it either. This is a natural leadership temperament. Not bad, better than mine."

Yulia asked the cook, "Boss, you're not jealous, are you?"

The cook rolled his eyes and said, "Do you think I'm that kind of person? I value my brothers the most. There's only one type of person I dislike the most."

Yulia asked: "Who?"

The cook said, "Traitor!"

The team disbanded and everyone went into the temporary canteen.

Because we won the battle, the atmosphere was very lively.

Hundreds of mercenaries sat around the table, eating meat and drinking Coke. The entire temporary dining hall was as lively as a vegetable market.

Song Heping sat next to the chef, but before he could start eating, Ferrari opposite him started nagging.

"Boss, we've lost a significant amount of money again. Just with a wave of your hand, we lost over $80,000 in our account. Now we only have a little over $200,000 in liquid funds. Wood Company's payment is still over ten days away, so you'll have to be frugal with your spending lately."

Ferrari had just arrived in the morning. Song Heping asked him to go to the oil field, bring some cash, and give cash rewards to the local mercenaries in the oil field.

After hearing what he said, Song Heping had to face the company's financial situation.

When I started the company, I had $200 million in liquid funds. But in less than a month, I only had more than $ left.

Money...

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

It seems that we need to sell some arms stocks to recover some funds.

So he asked, "Cook, didn't you say someone in your country wanted this munition?"

"Yes," the cook said, "you're planning to ship arms, right? However, the Persians haven't agreed to open a special passage for us. If the arms can pass through Persia, they can enter Central Asia, and once there we can deliver them."

"The passage to Persia hasn't been opened yet," Song Heping said. "At the time, we agreed with Afanti to help them complete the mission in Turkey. Only after we captured Hassan would he pay us a $100 million reward and become 'friends' with us."

The cook said, "Haha, the Persians are also cunning. They won't release the eagle until they see the rabbit."

Song Heping said, "That's normal. Besides, it's better to rely on ourselves than on others. Instead of relying on the Persians for the lifeline of the arms transportation route, it's better for us to figure out how to break through the barriers ourselves and take control of our own destiny." The cook thought for a moment with the Coke bottle and said, "Do it ourselves? This is not an easy task. You have to understand that this is the job of professional arms dealers. The only countries that can sell arms in the world are large companies. Underground arms dealers are usually secretive. They have their own channels, so why would they share them with others? If they sell all the arms, the profit will be thin..."

His words silenced Song Heping.

The cook was right.

This is a business that makes a lot of money.

The most profitable underground businesses in the world are nothing more than the following: money laundering, selling drugs, selling arms, selling people, smuggling gold or diamonds...

But those who have entered the industry and established themselves in each field are absolutely wary of those who are coming after them, lest they be beaten to death on the beach.

So it is impossible to share one's own transportation routes and resources.

Unless in very special circumstances.

You have to carve out a path on your own.

It’s not impossible.

It is difficult.

It's harder than climbing to the sky.

"Okay, you contact them first and see how much they want, what model, and where to deliver. I'll figure out the shipping route."

After Song Heping gave instructions to the cook, he turned to Ferrari.

"Ferrari, tell me what you think. If we want to transport a batch of arms to Central Asia and establish a transportation line, what would you do?"

"Forget about the land route. The best options are Persia and Silvia."

Ferrari chewed on the mutton and gave the answer without thinking.

"Celia?"

Cilia is a neighboring country to the west of Irigu.

"Is it safe over there?"

Ferrari glanced at the cook. "Doesn't he have comrades at the Russian base in Silja? There are warships there year-round. Using warships for smuggling, is there anything better than that?"

The cook sneered and said, "Ferrari, do you think the Russian Navy is a small business? How much goods do we have? How much profit can we make? Do you know how those arms were transported when the Soviet Union collapsed? Tanks and planes were dismantled and loaded and shipped away. That's big business. Would they be interested in such a small thing as ours?"

Ferrari retorted, "You said that was in the past. The arms business hasn't been so good these past few years. How can they be so picky? As long as there's work to do, it's good enough!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Song Heping immediately poured water to put out the fire: "Okay, stop quarreling. Now we are looking for a solution, not quarreling."

He then asked Ferrari: "Besides land routes, what about sea routes?"

Ferrari said, "The only sea route to Iriga is through the port in Faao. Iriga is in chaos right now, and the US military is smuggling goods back there. If you have privileges with the US military, it's not impossible. You can just get the documents and ship whatever you have."

Song Heping asked, "Can we also have arms?"

Ferrari smiled and said, "Why not? I tell you, quite a few people here collect old weapons left behind by the British, like Sterling submachine guns, or buy a well-made AKM for a few hundred dollars, package them up, label them antiques, and ship them back to the US. The soldiers do this a lot."

"What? Is this possible?" Song Heping never expected that there would be such a channel. It was simply unbelievable!

Ferrari looked at Song Heping with an expression that said, "What's so strange about that? An AKM here costs only three or four hundred dollars, how much does it cost in the US? A gun made in a good place and well maintained can sell for thousands of dollars each. Those Sterling submachine guns hanging in Harvey's weapons shop, even though they're sold like junk here, are antique guns if they can be shipped back to the US. It's not uncommon for a well-maintained, flawless gun to sell for over ten thousand dollars. Isn't that money?"

The cook said, "With such high profits, we might as well sell the arms to the United States!"

Ferrari said, "You think you can just sell it if you want? Do you think the ATF is a pushover? Besides, the sales volume is not that high. You can take some back to earn some extra money, but if you rely on this level of sales as an arms dealer, you'll starve to death!"

The cook snorted and scoffed in a tone of contempt, "You can't do this, you can't do that, and all you have left is a mouth. Didn't you say you were so powerful that you could handle anything in Bakda? What's the matter? Can't you handle this? At least get us some formal cargo clearance procedures so that we can also ship arms out of Fao Port?"

Ferrari was furious at the chef's sarcasm. He threw the lamb chops aside and said angrily, "I can get it! Money! Give me enough money, and I'll bribe every bureaucrat in the Bakda Provisional Administration, from the Supply Department to the Customs to the Police. Of course I can do it. The question is, how much can you give me to do it?!"

The cook was stunned by Ferrari's questioning and couldn't say anything back.

Because he knew it was true.

With so many checkpoints and approval departments involved, how could it be so easy to get through?

"I didn't say we have to do it this way. If it really doesn't work, we can just wait for the Persians to open a special passage for us."

After discussing this matter, it seems that we have returned to the starting point.

The issue of transporting arms has not been resolved.

Song Heping didn't have any good solution for the time being.

Just as he was thinking about the problem and eating, his cell phone rang.

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ATF: Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives, abbreviated as ATF.

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)