I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property

"47 billion Huaxia yuan?"

It still sounded like a terrifying figure, but wasn't this nonsense? The cost of this batch of weapons alone was 42 billion US dollars—it really was a massive discount!

"Mr. Zhang, you can't be this harsh!" Thorn Shark was almost in tears.

Indeed, with his resources, he could receive the goods before payment, but what would he use to explain to the company when it was time to pay? He had worked hard for many years, accumulating only a few billion; even if he sold himself, he couldn't cover this debt!

"That's true," Zhang Menglong had almost forgotten Thorn Shark hardly had any money. If he actually went through with it, Thorn Shark might not be able to secure the equipment. "I did go a bit too far!"

Hearing this, Thorn Shark sighed in relief, as it seemed Zhang Menglong was willing to pay.

"Give me your account number!" Zhang Menglong said.

"Yes! Yes!" Thorn Shark hurriedly gave Zhang Menglong a foreign account number.

"Hong Yi, it's me, Zhang Menglong, transfer the money!" Zhang Menglong immediately gave the account number to Hong Yi. "I have OCD, make it a round number!"

Thorn Shark was delighted. He had heard that Zhang Menglong indeed had OCD, always disliking leaving any loose change from any transaction.

Normal people rounded down, but he did the opposite, always rounding up. The 47.9 billion might well become 50 billion once transferred, and he could make a whopping 8 billion US dollars in profit from this deal!

Although the goods had been supplied by his friends, in their line of work, there was a rule—anyone who brought in the business could take a commission. Taking 2 billion from a few hundred billion didn't seem unreasonable at all!

All things considered, he stood to make at least 10 billion US dollars from this deal, all in cash, and Thorn Shark could instantly jump into the realm of world-class tycoons!

At that thought, he almost laughed out loud.

"Ding!" Thorn Shark's phone beeped, but the display showed his account had only received 40 billion US dollars. His expression froze instantly.

40 billion US dollars! He had to contribute 2 billion of his own funds as cost. Even with his friends' commissions, he wouldn't make a single cent from this deal!

"Mr. Zhang, you..."

"I just said, a discount means a discount. Do you think my word, Zhang Menglong's word, can be taken back just like that?" Zhang Menglong's tone was aggressive. "Or I could pay in full, but I'd hang you outside a bar, five bucks a pop; you decide for yourself!"

Thorn Shark's face turned a rainbow of colors in an instant.

Indeed, he had initially provoked Zhang Menglong and just not being dealt with was already quite fortunate; to demand profit was beyond ignorant.

He was sure that if he were hung outside the bar, within moments, a hundred Barrett rifles would blow his head apart, and even his corpse might be paraded through the streets, a spectacle that was somehow beautiful to imagine.

"I'll choose the first option..." Thorn Shark lowered his head. Everything he'd worked for over ten years in this place was destroyed in an instant.

...

"Sartre, let's go!" Zhang Menglong gave no further attention to Thorn Shark and walked away. As long as Thorn Shark didn't want to die, he would surely complete this deal.

"You two, guard him and get him to a safe place," Zhang Menglong told Kabu and Elisa, the siblings. "Don't let him die before the trade is complete!"

"Yes, boss!"

...

It must be said, these arms dealers, as vicious as they are, do have an impressive business attitude. On the third day, Zhang Menglong received word that all the weapons and equipment he requested were ready; all they needed now was a location for delivery.

Of course, these items couldn't be sent directly to the Kingdom of Tambat; otherwise, it would probably scare them half to death.

The entire nation only possessed a total of 1200 fighter jets, and their own fifth-generation fighter jets were still in conceptual stages, at most boasted about on PowerPoint presentations. The fighter jets they developed themselves were nothing but low-tier junk.

Even a butt could figure out the vast difference in combat ability between fourth-generation and fifth-generation fighter jets—it was like earth and sky.

Even though one fifth-generation fighter jet might not blast 10 fourth-generation fighter jets out of the sky, in an actual battle, a few long-distance missiles from the former, and you wouldn't even catch a whiff of their exhaust. 500 fifth-generation fighter jets could completely rout the entire fighter fleet of the Kingdom of Tambat!

Plus a few hundred tanks and thousands of missiles—who wouldn't wet themselves at the sight?

"It seems we should first go and say hello, no need to do good deeds anonymously," Zhang Menglong chuckled. After all, someone had to take receipt, right?

...

In a military base's command center, a middle-aged man, looking to be in his fifties, furrowed his brows deeply.

He looked at a map in front of him, his face grim. The map was dotted with red pins marking areas they had lost. After years of attritional warfare, they had been pushed to the edges of this disputed zone. They could afford to lose at most three more strongholds before declaring defeat in this war!

"What's the extent of our losses now?"

"Reporting, General, up to now, we have lost 375 fighter jets, 207 tanks, and 2709 warriors. The enemy has more fatalities, but other losses are less than a third of ours."

"General, there's no way around it, we are simply outmatched. The enemy has deployed twice as much weaponry and manpower as we have, which is five times our numbers. The quality of our equipment isn't much inferior, but in this war of attrition, we are definitely at a disadvantage!"

"How did the budget request go?" the General continued.

"General, the Brahma Country increased their budget this year. They spend hundreds of billions of US Dollars annually on military expenditures; our country simply can't match that!"

"Are we really going to lose this war?" The General's face was filled with reluctance.

At that moment, the communication system in the command room buzzed.

"General, we've received a transmission from an unknown frequency!"

"Is it from Brahma Country?" the General asked.

"No, the frequency is from Asia, but it's not Brahma Country's. It seems to be a private frequency!"

"A private frequency? Connect!"

The entire operation room fell silent, everyone held their breath, eager to hear who it might be.

"Excuse me, is this General Aiful?" The person on the other end spoke in fluent English mixed with the language of the Kingdom of Tambat, carrying a very young voice.

"This is me, who are you?"

"You can call me Lei Feng!" Zhang Menglong answered. "I hear your war with Brahma Country isn't going too well?"

"Who the hell are you?" Pained and prodded internally, General Aiful grew agitated.

"Never mind who I am, just know that I'm someone who can help," Zhang Menglong said, "At noon in three days, I'll have a batch of military support delivered to your camp. I hope you guys clear some space in advance; the shipment is a bit large, I'd worry there won't be enough room!"

"Why would you want to help us?" Aiful didn't know whether to trust his words, but if they were true, such help wouldn't come for free. He didn't believe in free lunches. "What do you want?"

"I mainly want to promote international friendship," Zhang Menglong replied, "If Huaxians ever come here as tourists, just make sure they're well taken care of—that's all!"