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Chapter 798: Chapter 695: The Fate of the Chess Pieces (Please Subscribe!)_1
Until this moment.
It was only then that Sadoke fully relaxed.
These people did not deceive him or swindle him with inferior goods. Instead, they presented genuine processing equipment and produced an AK rifle on-site that looked quite decent. The price was quite affordable as well. Not only was the product delivered to their doorstep, but they also provided training services and thorough customer support.
If he knew that the cost of these pieces of equipment was merely less than one million RMB, he wondered what his reaction would be.
But Sadoke didn’t care about this.
As long as the goods were of high quality.
To him, money has always been trivial. His greatest fear was purchasing junk at incredibly high prices. Over the years, he had experienced plenty of such transactions. He felt that the arms dealers were like vampires, trying to suck every drop of blood from his body.
At this moment.
Sadoke’s mind began to wander.
"Mr. Biyabu, I wonder if you have more of this equipment available, for example, equipment for manufacturing pistols, or production lines for other types of ammunition. Price is no issue, you just name it," Sadoke’s ambition began to inflate.
If he could possess the entire manufacturing industry of such general types of weapons.
The scene itself.
Was simply exhilarating.
It’s a pity.
This kind of good thing was only something Sadoke could dream about.
"I’m sorry, we don’t have any, and I would also advise Chief Sadoke to forget about this idea. You know your position is very special, and you are not the legitimate ruler of Congo Gold. If you possess these things, it will only incur the extreme dissatisfaction of Congo Gold and other arms dealers," the Fighter cautioned.
Sadoke felt a chill go up his spine at these words.
The ambition within him was suppressed.
The Fighter was right.
If he did possess these things, Congo Gold would definitely take action and try every possible means to destroy his factory, then kill him. The arms dealers would also be dissatisfied. If he could produce his own goods, what would become of their business?
Once his access to high-end weapons was cut off.
He felt the loss would outweigh the gain.
Sadoke felt gloomy.
Neither of them were easy to deal with. The reason Congo Gold hadn’t killed him was not because they couldn’t take him down or were afraid of him, it was due to political considerations within Congo Gold’s internal affairs. If he overstepped their boundaries, although they might not necessarily retaliate right away, they would definitely ensure he was brought to his knees.
Quite disheartening.
Sadoke, clutching his AK rifle, had a flicker of uncertainty on his face.
In the end, he showed a faint sign of helplessness.
At this moment.
The Fighter suddenly said, "Chief Sadoke, I think we can still have a joint project."
"Oh? What kind of project?" Sadoke asked in bemusement.
"Civil manufacturing."
The Fighter casually mentioned.
Although Sadoke was not a good man, he was still a decent piece on the chessboard. With respect to military projects, they would stop at this AK production equipment which had the saying ’neither fish nor fowl, too good to throw away’ attached to it, so there was no need to complicate matters further.
However, civil projects would be the first step in ’domesticating’ Sadoke.
For Sadoke or forces similar to him, they were fated to be moved around like chess pieces. It was impossible for them to rise to the challenges of the times, calling the wind and summoning the rain and establishing a great enterprise unless... someone had a need for it.
... ... ...
Just as the first completely ’locally produced’ AK rifle emerged in Congo Gold.
United States.
New York.
At Boke’s house.
Already frazzled, he was sunbathing in his yard.
But his thoughts had already drifted overseas.
Just this morning, a company report regarding Congo Gold had been placed before him. Although he had been removed from his CEO position, he still held shares and was a member of the Board of Directors.
This was a report investigating the participants of Congo Gold’s feast prior to its changing of the guard.
Such matters.
Were always high-risk, high-profit projects.
Without the ability to pull it off, you would definitely be held to account by the country’s government afterward. But their company considered itself bigger than small fry. No matter who took power, they presumed that their interests in Congo Gold could be safeguarded.
Especially to safeguard their interests, those who wanted to earn a retirement pension would manage many things. Even if they couldn’t handle it, they would find various high-quality money-making projects to facilitate their future dividends.
Otherwise.
Mines like those in Karonba.
Would not be nominated, because they are difficult to liaise with.
Making a killing off such opportunities was what these asset hunters enjoyed most.
Seeing the thoroughly investigated competition this time, one competitor caught Boke’s attention: that was Chai Ren.
Chai Ren did not resort to any underhanded tricks this time. Instead, he used a company registered in his home country, of which he had actual control, to participate. Wan Qing Mining, registered under Tang Qing’s name, was also clear and understood by everyone.
Seeing a picture of Chai Ren.
Boke’s eyes went wide. 𝔫𝖔𝖛𝖕𝔲𝔟.𝔠𝖔𝖒
He couldn’t believe Chai Ren was still alive, much less imagine that Chai Ren would have the mindset to engage in this feast. Finally, Boke severely questioned an Intelligence Organization about the whereabouts of Chai Ren and Mulaiel.
In just two hours.
The Intelligence Organization gave him a reply.
Chai Ren was alive.
On the evening of his kidnapping, Chai Ren appeared at a Chinese hotel in the capital of Congo Gold and after spending a few days playing with Fuloz, the current President’s son of Congo Gold, he returned to Huaxia.
As for Mulaiel.
The information received was that his whereabouts were unknown.
Because the village was far too secluded, it had not been discovered; even if it had, no one would make a big fuss about it: all those cars, all those guns, and quite a bit of money, they all spelled profit.
Selling them off would result in a huge windfall.
No one in their right mind would make it public knowledge.
A week had passed since the kidnapping, Boke was not a fool; he would not think that Mulaiel got lost. Mulaiel had disappeared for a week, there was a high chance he had been wiped out.
Thinking about this.
Boke became somewhat panicked.
If Chai Ren annihilated Mulaiel, would he target him next? It was highly possible. Even though he kept a low profile, if Mulaiel had revealed something, the chances of suspicion falling on him were not small.
Just as he was getting jittery, he suddenly remembered all the incidents in the past few days. The exposure by the Australian government, the various news coming from the United States, which led to his loss of the CEO position, and being questioned by the other members of the Board of Directors.
Could it be?
Was this Chai Ren’s revenge?
Many thoughts flashed through Boke’s mind.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Chinese people tended to be timid and rarely caused a death overseas. Such a ’gentle’ style of revenge seemed to be a classic display from Chinese. But how would he explain Mulaiel’s situation?
These people who were most likely dead by now.
Could they possibly be undergoing some sort of ideological education or moral condemnation?
Boke refused to believe this.
Just like that, Boke agonized over this all morning, unable to reconcile the logical differences between the two scenarios. They didn’t seem to be the deeds of the same person at all; one was decisive yet ruthless while the other was gentle yet crafty.
Looking at the report in his hand.
Boke decided to wait and see.
Since Chai Ren wanted to dine at the same table with them, they should see who was more capable. Thinking about this, Boke smirked; this time, he needed to set a trap for Chai Ren well, not by himself, but by the company behind him.
No matter if the incident in Australia was caused by Chai Ren or not.
Anyway, he didn’t need to lift a finger this time and even if something did happen, he wouldn’t have to take the blame.
