I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"Strip his pants off, tie that thing with hemp rope, and hang him at the entrance of this bar. Set up a sign: five bucks a pop!" Zhang Menglong ordered his mercenaries.

This brutal order was something they had never heard before. Although the Challenger looked like a pretty boy, he definitely weighed around 80 kilograms. Could that thing really hold up? Wouldn't this literally castrate him on the spot?

Also, what's with five bucks a go? All this shit about dealing with people, Zhang Menglong seriously didn't do anything of the sort!

"Wait! I can get them! I can get them!" Hearing Zhang Menglong's order, Challenger panicked.

Was this even a human thing to do? You see, he had already offended almost every warlord in the Xuli Region; if they had the chance, those people would definitely retaliate against him a hundredfold. How could he withstand that?

"Are you sure?" Actually, the number 500 was just something Zhang Menglong had casually mentioned; he guessed that their company couldn't even produce 500 fighter jets and main battle tanks in a year, right?

Parts of them had already been sold to various countries and regions. Where would they get enough to sell to them?

"I'm sure!" Challenger said, "With my capabilities, I can get up to two hundred, but I have other connections too. As long as the price is right, my channels can get even more!"

"Oh? Got a quote?"

"One moment, please!" Challenger scuttled over to a nearby table and started rummaging through it, then found a tablet with a partially shattered screen, "The weapons and equipment I can get are all here!"

"Fighter jets, AWACS, tanks, armored vehicles, cruisers..." Zhang Menglong glanced through, spotting at least a dozen major categories and hundreds of subcategories, "I definitely need to get Mr. Ma from Tianpig Mall to open a flagship store for you! You'd be top1 in the industry!"

Zhang Menglong opened the fighter jet category, selecting the fifth-generation fighter jets section.

F-22: Cost is 150 million US dollars; selling price is 278 million US dollars.

F-35: Has ABC three types, costing 120 million, 150 million, and 135 million US dollars respectively, selling for 193 million, 235 million, and 218 million US dollars respectively.

Sukhoi Su-57: Cost is 40 million US dollars; selling price is 79.2 million US dollars.

X-2: 80 million US dollars, selling price is 138 million US dollars.

...

Not many countries possess the technology of the fifth-generation fighter jets, so the list included less than ten types of fighter jets. Except for Huaxia's Jian series, which weren't for sale, almost all active fifth-generation fighter jets worldwide were available.

"These prices really aren't cheap," Zhang Menglong muttered, almost double the cost price.

"Mr. Zhang, it's a necessary evil. To get a fighter jet, every part of the process needs connections. For a jet that costs 100 million US dollars to build, I can only make at most 20 million US dollars on it!"

"The profit margin isn't that high," Zhang Menglong nodded. You see, those influencers in Huaxia make at least 30% commission on sales, compared to them, Challenger was quite the conscientious seller.

"Is it complicated to operate?" Zhang Menglong was curious about how they managed to pull off such a big deal.

"Actually, the method is quite simple: when placing orders through official channels, we just grease some palms to order a few extra jets, then we take our commission and bribe the procurement departments of those countries, managing to secure two or three jets each time."

"How many do you have on hand right now?"

"For fifth-generation fighter jets, I have a total of 263. If you only want fourth-generation ones, I can easily get you 500!"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in that junk," Zhang Menglong said, "Add all these to my cart!"

"Cart?" Challenger was puzzled.

"I mean, I want all these fighter jets!"

Challenger was overjoyed. Selling a single fighter jet was extremely challenging; sometimes the buyers would even die suddenly after placing their orders, making such occurrences all too common!

This caused him to have a surplus of weapons equipment on hand.

Although he lost a squad of bodyguards this time, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise by landing such a huge order. If it went through, he'd earn at least 10 billion US dollars, equivalent to working in this region for ten years!

That was just the fighter jet part.

Zhang Menglong then opened the tank list. Compared to fighter jets, there were many more types of tanks, and also in great numbers. Just picking any main battle tank, Challenger could secure forty or fifty units.

"I'll dictate, you jot them down," Zhang Menglong said.

"T-90 main battle tank, give me 20 units, and prepare 10 sets of corresponding equipment."

"AMX main battle tanks, give me 20!"

"This one's cool, Merkava, let's go for 30!"

"Challenger 2, let's take 30 of those!"

"How many is that now?"

"100 tanks? That's it? Keep adding!"

"K2, another 30!"

...

"Is this... are we ordering in a restaurant or what?"

"Have you ever seen anyone order 20 or 30 dishes at a restaurant?"

"Must be wholesale, huh?"

"Who's ever seen someone wholesale tanks?"

"Truly, you meet all sorts of bosses if you live long enough."

A group of mercenaries exchanged glances, just these fighters and tanks should be almost enough to take down the Xuli Region, right?

"Mr. Zhang, you've already picked 670 tanks, are you sure you want more?"

"Alright, let's leave it at that for now, if it's not enough, I'll get more from you!"

"This missile is nice, has a damn impressive kill radius! Give me 50!"

"Shit, they got these smart robots too? Only 12 million US dollars each? I'll take 200!"

...

Soon, almost all the weapons and equipment Zhang Menglong had asked for, except for the fighters, had been secured.

"Mr. Zhang, the other fighters you need, I'll have to contact some friends of mine," Thorn Shark glanced at the super-smartphone on the table, which could rival a computer.

"Suit yourself," Zhang Menglong said offhandedly. Even if Thorn Shark made calls to summon people, he wasn't worried at all; more would just mean more heads to collect.

"Dinks, it's me, Thorn Shark. I hear you've got over 40 fifth-generation fighters... Yes, I have a buyer here who wants 500 of them, cash on delivery!"

"Berg, it's me. Didn't you say you were going to offload a batch of fifth-generation fighters? Whatever you have, I'll take them all!"

...

Thorn Shark made several phone calls. It was unclear how he had such influential friends, but he actually managed to gather 500 fifth-generation fighters!

Such firepower was enough to flatten a small country!

"Mr. Zhang, although I can source the fighters from those friends, we should settle accounts clearly even among brothers. We always pay first before delivery," Thorn Shark said, somewhat unwillingly, but still pushed through, "However, I can offer them to you at a 5% discount!"

"No need for the discount," Zhang Menglong replied. "I'm not short of change. Just give me their account details, and I'll transfer the money directly!"

Thorn Shark immediately shared the arms dealers' account information with Zhang Menglong, and also gave him their contact details, leaving it to him to negotiate the handover locations.

For over two hundred fighters, Zhang Menglong dished out more than 30 billion US dollars, a gesture that left the mercenaries seeing stars; this boss was really freakishly rich!

"Mr. Zhang, about the fee between us," Thorn Shark approached with a playful grin, "I just did the math, and it's 47.934 billion US dollars. I'll take the initiative here; just pay me 47 billion US dollars, and we're good!"

"47 billion? Didn't I say I wanted a discount?"

"Is this not a discount?" Thorn Shark was stunned. This was nearly a discount of ten billion, yet still not enough?

"Did you forget? I just mentioned a bone-breaking discount! Do you know what a bone-breaking discount is?" Zhang Menglong patted Thorn Shark's face. "I think it might be more appropriate to switch the unit from US dollars to Huaxia currency, don't you think?"