Chapter 6 Business Yu Chaoxian irritably reached into his pocket for a cigarette, and...
Yu Chaoxian disappeared again in less than a night, leaving Yu Yanting furious but unable to find him. Yu Tang woke up to find her frightening nephew gone, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But seeing her brother's disappointed expression, she hoped Yu Chaoxian would return soon.
Meanwhile, Yu Chaoxian's plane had already landed in the Republic of Lizhou.
Lebanon still reeks of gunpowder after the war. The Americas have withdrawn their troops from the area, and the battlefield, which was filled with the sounds of gunfire just days before, is now eerily silent, with only cold, silent weapons and equally cold corpses remaining in the war zone.
The refugees hid under the ruins, their tattered clothes barely covering their bodies, looking from a distance like loose oilcloths draped over hemp stalks.
The gray sky and endless ruins make it impossible to know when this place will see the light of day again.
Yu Chaoxian got out of the SUV, frowned and looked around. The children nearby were all looking in this direction at the man dressed in exquisite and expensive clothes, but they did not dare to go forward because the man was accompanied by a burly bodyguard with a gun.
That big bodyguard is Mickey.
Mickey frowned subconsciously. Most of these children's parents were dead, and these half-grown children were the only ones left. He couldn't get any information out of them.
Yu Chaoxian irritably reached into his pocket for a cigarette, and pulled out a piece of candy along with the cigarette pack. Without any disgust, he squatted down in front of a ragged child, asked a few questions, and the child pointed him in the right direction, his dark, thin fingers looking like withered wood.
The SUV drove off into the distance, and the child held a piece of candy she had never seen before.
When the American troops withdrew from the Republic of Leicester, the war ended, leaving behind countless firearms in the war zone. The cost of transporting these guns back was higher than buying new ones, so the American troops simply abandoned them during their retreat.
Of course, Yu Chaoxian wasn't the only arms dealer interested in this, but he had the intelligence earlier than them. Originally, Yu Chaoxian wasn't particularly interested, but Kiraly's leaders agreed to escort him through the Lava Pass and clear away unnecessary obstacles, so Yu Chaoxian was determined to close this deal. That's why he immediately rushed to the war zone.
These firearms are now weighed by the kilogram.
Mickey casually pulled out an AK from the mountain of AKs, skillfully cocked it, and "Bang!"
"It works just like new." Yu Chaoxian looked at the local who was crouching on the ground, covering his head in fright from the gunshot, and comforted him as if to be considerate, "Don't worry, we're just businessmen who happen to know how to handle guns. We're not interested in human lives, right, Mickey?"
Mickey slung the gun over his shoulder and replied curtly, "Yes."
The locals selling guns calmed down considerably.
Yu Chaoxian waved his hand and bought all the second-hand AKs.
On the way back, Yu Chaoxian sold a batch of guns to the Pakistani guerrillas who were engaged in a civil war. It was no secret that war was always linked to political power.
It's fair to say that without Yu Chaoxian's weapons, they wouldn't even be able to wage a decent war.
The money was exchanged for the goods, and Yu Chaoxian took the money and left. He made arrangements for the remaining firearms, first transporting them by land and then by sea, since his family owned a shipping company, which would save them a lot of trouble.
Shortly after getting into the car, Mickey saw in the rearview mirror that the guerrillas, guns in hand, were firing at the group of teenagers who would represent the future fighting force. Every bullet had a destiny, and now their destiny was to pierce the temples of those teenagers, leaving behind spent casings and warm, gradually cooling blood.
Mickey glanced at the man in the back seat again. Yu Chaoxian closed his eyes to rest amidst the sound of gunfire, letting those people die under the gunfire they had sold.
Mickey and Yu Chaoxian were both veterans of the battlefield, so he always clearly knew that this was not their war.
He was sober, let alone the man in the back seat.
Yu Chao lit a cigarette. Next to him was the money for the transaction. He exhaled a puff of smoke and tapped his fingertip on the safe.
War is like a huge cake, and he has only licked a small slice of the cream off it.
Yu Chaoxian realized as early as when he traded weapons with □□ for the first time that gang warfare was meaningless, as it was nothing more than a few submachine guns.
Yu Chaoxian opened his eyes, his gaze clear. He looked at the dilapidated ruins receding into the distance in the rearview mirror.
We should focus on the real war; that's where the cheese should be moved.
Five days later, Yu Chaoxian returned to the Yu residence.
Mickey did not stay with Yu Chaoxian; Yu Chaoxian assigned him another task.
Yu Chaoxian rushed back within five days not because he missed his home so much, but because the weekend was the Qingming Festival.
On his way back, Yu Chao first went to the flower shop to pick up the bouquet he had ordered. He was going to the Zhou family cemetery for Qingming Festival. Zhou Ningxuan hated Yu Yanting intensely before she died, and would never be willing to be buried in the Yu family after her death.
The same roses he had placed on Zhou Ningxuan's tombstone were still there, the white roses long since withered and yellowed, their original pure color gone. Yu Chaoxian placed the roses in his hand down and stood there for a long time.
study.
Yu Yanting is reviewing a proposal from a company employee to upgrade the flavor of the candy.
The Yu family is known to the public as a confectionery business, owning their own confectionery company: Candy.
Candy is a candy company founded by Mr. Yu, the father of Yu Yanting. It is loved by children and has become a well-established national brand.
In the midst of war, no one would have imagined that beneath the candy that children loved to eat in the shipping container lay rows of dark firearms.
Besides the candy company, the old man also had his own freight export company, which facilitated the transport of weapons.
However, gun control is prohibited in Eastern countries, and even Hong Kong, a special administrative region, is no exception. So the old man moved his whole family to Taicheng.
Before the employees sent over their candy-making proposal, Yu Yanting had just rejected a batch of weapons orders. He was rather conservative, only accepting orders from national governments. He avoided getting involved in wars between major powers, not wanting to get himself into trouble.
As for orders from smaller countries, if they are not backed by a major power and are not victims of politics, he might consider accepting the orders.
For example, Killarley, which is trying to gain independence, is clearly going against the Americas, so he naturally wouldn't take on that business.
It was precisely Yu Yanting's self-preservation attitude that led him to give up many businesses. The Yu family, which was one of the earliest arms dealers, had long been replaced by other arms companies. Now, Yu Yanting only wants to enjoy his retirement, having long lost his former ambitions. He even considered laundering the family business. Previously, he researched real estate; now he's researching new energy sources—in short, he doesn't want his family to continue in the arms business.
Having worked in this line of work for a long time, Yu Yanting had seen far too many people die at trading locations. People who fight year-round have no concept of human life. Arms dealers constantly walk on the edge of war, and for money they can incite war, supplying weapons to both warring countries simultaneously. They are long-time thorns in the side of others, and few of them die a natural death. Countless have perished in the crossfire, their bodies never to be found.
Yu Yanting is already incredibly lucky to have escaped unscathed, but he has suffered from numerous injuries and illnesses and has to take medication year-round.
The study door was not closed, and light spilled out from the doorway. Yu Chaoxian stood in the shadows and accepted the tea that the butler had prepared.
"Standing there like a doorman? Get in here right now." Yu Yanting knew his son would definitely come looking for him, not necessarily out of concern for his father.
It was for the family business.
He comes and goes as he pleases. Yu Yanting knew he felt guilty towards his son, but there was nothing he could do. This brat was ruthless to himself, and even more so to others. When he had a falling out with his family, he went to join the special forces without a word. Ordinary troops would be one thing, but he went to the world's most elite and secretive task force, reporting directly to the president.
Those selected don't immediately join the team; they must undergo countless training sessions and elimination rounds. In addition to basic parachuting and combat survival training, they will continue to learn communication, language, field medicine, demolition, shooting, and other combat skills.
The final acceptance rate was only about 2%.
Even the most basic training felt like playing with fire, let alone the extremely dangerous counter-terrorism and rescue missions.
For five years, Yu Chaoxian hadn't sent a single message, and Yu Yanting had assumed he had died out there.
Now that his son is safe and sound, and even personally served him tea, he, as a father, naturally feels much more at ease.
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When Yu Chaoxian entered, Yu Yanting was practicing calligraphy. On the golden nanmu desk was a photo of Zhou Ningxuan. In the photo, Zhou Ningxuan was wearing a cheongsam, her long hair was tucked behind her ears, and her face was filled with a satisfied smile. The pearl earrings on her earlobes emitted a warm luster, as if the photo itself could shine through them.
Next to the photo was a string of Buddhist prayer beads.
Yu Chaoxian looked away from the photo, scoffing at Yu Yanting's hypocritical nostalgia.
People don't even bother to visit when they're alive, but their photos are displayed every day after they're dead.
Who is it for?
After writing the last character, Yu Yanting placed the brush on the rest with a "snap." Smelling the incense scent emanating from Yu Chaoxian, Yu Yanting knew his son had already offered incense at Zhou Ningxuan's memorial tablet. He felt a deep sense of guilt towards Yu Chaoxian's mother. His marriage to Zhou Ningxuan was an arranged one; the shipping company belonged to the Zhou family. After the marriage, he rarely spent time with Zhou Ningxuan due to business commitments. Later, he met Yu Tang's mother and devoted his heart to this woman. It could be said that he ruined Zhou Ningxuan's life.
Thinking of this, Yu Yanting felt even more guilty towards his son.
"Dad, I didn't come back this time to pick up that crybaby from school for you." Yu Chaoxian got straight to the point as soon as he arrived. He couldn't stand Yu Yanting's cowardly and timid way of doing business. If he did business like this, he wouldn't even get to drink meat soup, let alone eat meat.
“Apart from Tangtang’s part, the rest of the family business is yours,” Yu Yanting said, noticing a glint in his son’s eyes. He then added, “But don’t get involved in the weapons business. Don’t even think about it. No matter how many times you mention it, I will not agree. Zhong Peng is keeping an eye on the weapons business.”
After Yu Yanting finished speaking, the study fell into a deathly silence.
Yu Chao had expected Yu Yanting to refuse, but he did not expect Yu Yanting to be so resolute.
Yu Chaoxian stood with his back to the light, his face half in light and half in shadow. His expression remained unchanged as he leaned back in his chair. He just never understood why Yu Yanting would refuse to let him get involved in the weapons business.
"You don't believe in my abilities?" Yu Chaoxian asked.
In fact, quite the opposite, Yu Yanting had great faith in Yu Chaoxian's abilities. Yu Chaoxian's first arms shipment deal involved a batch of submachine guns that the mafia wanted.
Yu Yanting was worried, so he secretly followed to check.
The transaction took place in a run-down hotel. Yu Chaoxian, who had just come of age, took out an Uzi and introduced it to the other party: "It has a fast rate of fire and a lightweight body. The grip has a magazine inside, a standard suppressor, extremely low recoil, and reduces muzzle rise by four layers and noise by 60%. Even if you kill me with this Uzi right now, it won't wake up the people sleeping next door."
To everyone's surprise, the other party cooperated by loading a gun and pointing it at Yu Chaoxian's forehead.
Yu Chaoxian remained calm and composed, saying, "That way you won't have the chance to do bigger business with me."
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