Chapter 7 Conditions Yu Chaoxian thought for a second about his little aunt, eating…
The other party removed his sunglasses, re-evaluating the young man who dared to do business with him. Remaining neither arrogant nor servile, the mafia boss chuckled heartily, patted Yu Chaoxian on the shoulder, and handed him the suitcase containing the money. From then on, the mafia cooperated with the Yu family.
The entire arms deal took no more than three minutes.
When Yu Yanting was asked a question by Yu Chaoxian, he lowered his eyes and waved his hand, saying, "You are very smart, even more intelligent and decisive than I was when I was young."
Yu Chaoxian pressed further, "Why is that?"
Why? The reason is simple: no one knows a son better than his father. Yu Chaoxian had served in the special forces, and in order to complete his missions, he had long since become numb to human life. If he were to get involved in business on the battlefield, his cold-blooded and callous nature would inevitably lead to wars breaking out around the world sooner or later, and he would definitely not have a good end.
Yu Chaoxian was too ruthless. In his son's eyes, winning people over with virtue was far less effective than subduing them with violence.
This is not just Yu Yanting's own speculation.
Previously, a client from Indiana wanted to replace a batch of firearms for the bodyguards and came to the company to discuss the matter. Yu Tang, who was in the lounge, was startled awake by the noise outside and cried. He ran out barefoot to look for someone. He was anxious to see his child, so he asked Yu Chao to bring the person to the conference hall first.
The three Indians made a joke, which was overheard by Yu Chaoxian.
Yu Chaoxian put down the baby bottle in his hand, rolled up the cuffs of his sweatshirt, and drew his AKC Blink Dagger with even more ease than when he was scooping up the milk powder with a spoon.
The blade gleamed silver, flashing before the man's eyes. Yu Chao struck first, the blade falling, blood splattering, and several people screamed in agony. Yu Yanting carried Yu Tang out, warm blood splattering all over him.
In an instant, the Indians couldn't even muster a single intact hand; their eyes had been gouged out, and one had his tongue cut out. Yu Chaoxian disgustedly went to the tap to wash the sticky blood off his hands, the rushing water unable to drown out the groans of the men.
Yu Yanting still doesn't know what happened back then that prompted Yu Chaoxian to use his knife.
"Back then, those three guys from Indiana came to buy a batch of sniper rifles. What did they do to offend you so much that you crippled their eyes and hands?" Yu Yanting suddenly brought up the past. At that time, Yu Chaoxian neither explained nor showed extreme disdain. Even if he was just asked to repeat a few words from those Indians, Yu Chaoxian would slam the door and leave.
Yu Chaoxian wouldn't remember those old stories, but when Yu Yanting mentioned the "PSG-1 sniper rifle," Yu Chaoxian had a vague impression of it because the rifle was designed to be highly accurate and powerful, but it was also expensive, so there weren't many customers who could afford it.
Following the threads of his memory, the voices of the three sleazy men speaking crude English echoed in Yu Chaoxian's mind.
"Look at that little girl's feet, so white and tender. It's more fun to play with little girls like that, and it's more interesting to mess with them."
"Go ask Yu if he'll sell it?"
"That little girl is probably Yu Wan's."
"So what? Sharing is fine too. We can just pay more."
"Come on, didn't you play that little girl to death before? You turned the orphanage into a brothel. If a child like that were in your hands, he would be played with until his legs couldn't close after just one night."
The group burst into laughter, completely unaware that Yu Chaoxian had overheard their conversation.
Yes, back then, young Yu Tang ran out to find Yu Yanting and was targeted by these three disgusting pedophiles.
Now, when faced with Yu Yanting's question, Yu Chaoxian was too lazy to explain. He was even more dissatisfied with his father changing the subject: "If you don't like someone, just cripple them if you want to."
Little did he know that this explanation only confirmed Yu Yanting's suspicions and assessment of Yu Chaoxian: a person with little humanity should not be involved in the business of killing. The battlefield is a place of death, and the arms trade is, after all, a business of killing.
"Tell me first why I'm not allowed to do arms business," Yu Chaoxian said, his patience running out. "Don't bring up other things."
Yu Yanting remained calm and changed his approach: "Let me ask you first, if I agreed to let you do business, what would be your first thought?"
Yu Chaoxian looked up at his father, pondering how to answer the question. His long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow around his eyes. He paused and said, "There are a total of 880 million weapons in the world. On average, one in every thirteen people has a gun."
Then the question arose. Yu Chaoxian stopped tapping his fingers on the table: "I'll think about how to get guns for the other thirteen people as well."
Yu Yanting stared at him without saying a word.
Yu Chaoxian continued, "Right now, Killaria is the main battlefield. There have been 14 battles in eight years, with 25 countries involved, both overtly and covertly. The ongoing civil war makes it the most suitable trading partner. Moreover, what the other party wants is not some advanced weapon, but easily obtainable second-hand weapons, which makes it even simpler. After all, the market for second-hand handguns is even better than the market for second-hand cars, so this deal is effortless."
This kind of country is simply a paradise for arms dealers.
Yu Yanting was certain that his son's views were fundamentally different from his own. Who in their right mind would associate guns and cars? Guns seemed like everyday necessities. Moreover, judging from Yu Chaoxian's intentions, he wanted to expand his business globally, and such high-profile and reckless arms sales were bound to attract trouble.
After a long silence, Yu Yanting finally spoke: "Kirar has been embroiled in war for years, and the troops are full of young soldiers, no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, still of school age."
So what if they're child soldiers? Yu Chaoxian didn't quite understand what Yu Yanting meant by saying this. Was he pitying the other party?
Yu Chaoxian scoffed. Yu Yanting had done many ruthless things in his youth, and he was involved in wars in various countries. In his old age, he thought of doing good deeds, donating money in various places and becoming a Buddhist.
Is it worshipping Buddha, or worshipping one's own sins?
Perhaps only Yu Yanting himself knows the truth.
Yu Chaoxian's strikingly handsome face showed only indifference to human life. He glanced at Yu Yanting's untouched tea and uttered cold words: "A bullet fired from a thirteen-year-old boy's gun is no different from a bullet fired from a thirty-year-old man's gun; both are equally deadly."
Perhaps even more deadly.
Many of Yu Chaoxian's comrades died at the hands of young soldiers. He took pity on them because of their young age, but they ended up being maimed and dismembered.
Yu Yanting said in a deep voice, "You think the arms business is just about selling guns, don't you?"
Yu Chaoxian was displeased with Yu Yanting's confident smile, as if he was laughing at him for only seeing the surface and not the depth.
Yu Yanting took another puff of his cigar. "The arms business has always been linked to politics, and I have my own stance."
Upon hearing this, Yu Chaoxian felt nothing but mockery. "With Iraq and Langzhou at war, you're doing arms business on both sides."
What's the point of talking about stance?
Yu Yanting smiled and shook his head, "Didn't you ever consider that I wanted both sides to lose?"
Yu Chaoxian's pupils contracted for a moment, but he quickly understood: using war to change governments was more effective than using votes, and the new governments of both countries after the war clearly favored the Americas. Yu Yanting had initially relied on the American government, which needed him to manipulate the war.
The biggest arms dealer on Earth isn't the Yu family, but the Americas. After all, finding the president's fingerprints on a batch of firearms is quite embarrassing, so governments need arms dealers like Yu Yanting to aid the countries they support.
Yu Yanting remained noncommittal, saying, "Son, businesses that are tied to politics are not for you to dabble in. You can do whatever you want in real estate, finance, or new energy."
He had finally managed to escape, so how could he let Yu Chao follow in his footsteps?
The phrase "just dabbling" lingered in Yu Chaoxian's ears. It wasn't a well-intentioned piece of advice, but rather sarcasm. Yu Chaoxian had already realized that no matter what he said, Yu Yanting wouldn't let him take over the business.
Since that's the case, then don't blame him for being ruthless.
The Pu'er tea had long since lost its heat and its best drinking experience. Yu Chaoxian stared at the tea on the table, recalling what Yu Chaoxian had said: he would never agree to let him go into the weapons business, even if it meant his death. He reached his hand under the table into his trouser pocket.
The sound of Yu Tang pacing back and forth came from upstairs, probably because she had woken up and was looking for her clothes. Then she called downstairs twice, "Brother, where's my schoolbag?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet study.
Yu Chaoxian had obviously heard it too, and subconsciously frowned, taking his hand out of his pocket. The girl's sudden voice somewhat eased the tense atmosphere between father and son in the study.
Yu Yanting twirled his teacup, took a sip of the now bitter tea, and thought of Yu Tang... He looked up at his son.
Thinking about it carefully, his son wasn't without weaknesses either. Everything in the world has its counter, and there's an antidote within three steps. What made Yu Chaoxian break down and show him some humanity was Yu Tang, the antidote within three steps. When Yu Chaoxian was with Yu Tang, he seemed like a normal person with flesh and blood and emotions.
"It's not impossible for you to go into the arms business."
For some reason, Yu Yanting suddenly started to soften his stance. Yu Chaoxian's usually expressionless face finally showed a change, and then he heard Yu Yanting say...
“How about this,” Yu Yanting put down his cup, “I won’t make things difficult for you. As long as you can take good care of Tangtang for a month, I’ll agree.”
“…” Yu Chaoxian thought of Yu Tang for a second. She ate a lot, cried non-stop, could sleep anytime and anywhere, and needed to be carried wherever she went. He frowned and said, “Change the conditions.”
Yu Yanting glanced at the time; it was time to prepare dinner. He then stood up, showing no intention of continuing the conversation: "You don't want to? If you don't want to, then forget it. Don't say I didn't give you a chance; you're the one who didn't want it. So don't bring this up again."
Yu Chaoxian also stood up, paused for two seconds, squeezed out "willing", then closed his eyes, sighed and began to bargain, "Half a month".
It really worked. Yu Chaoxian was usually very composed, but whenever Yu Tang was involved, he couldn't keep his expression straight. Yu Yanting knew his son well; Yu Chaoxian absolutely couldn't stand being around Yu Tang, not even for an hour, let alone half a month.
So Yu Yanting readily agreed: "Half a month is fine, as long as she doesn't come crying to me to complain, then you've fulfilled my request."
Yu Guang glanced at Yu Chaoxian, who was still standing there unmoved, and said, "Alright, there's no use saying anything more now. Go and call Tangtang down to prepare dinner."
After saying that, Yu Yanting ignored him and went downstairs to the kitchen.
Yu Yanting had no idea that his son, Yu Chaoxian, had a loaded pistol in his pants pocket. If Yu Tang's voice hadn't suddenly appeared, the bullet would have pierced his neck.
Yu Tang wasn't awakened from sleep; she was woken up by being suffocated.
Opening her eyes, she was met with complete darkness. Only then did she realize that the blanket had covered her head as well. Yu Tang threw back the blanket, breathing in fresh air. Her mind cleared, and she glanced at her phone watch. It was 7:10, almost dinnertime.
Yu Tang rubbed her eyes and went to take a shower first. The bathroom was filled with steaming heat, and water droplets slid down the glass door. The sound of the water dripping drowned out the sound of knocking.
The warm water washed over the girl's long hair, finally allowing her to relax briefly in this intimate moment, her nerves, which had been tense because of Yu Chaoxian. Her mind was preoccupied with nothing but a gun; she didn't know when Yu Chaoxian would leave, and she couldn't bear living under the same roof with him.
But Yu Chaoxian is, after all, her brother's child, and this is Yu Chaoxian's home. If you really think about it, she is the one who is temporarily staying in this house, since she is just the younger sister.
Yu Chaoxian's patience only lasted three seconds. When there was no response to his knocking, he became impatient and decided to leave without waiting. He didn't care if the food was taken or not; he would go downstairs when he was hungry. He turned around and left without indulging the situation.
Taking a step forward, Yu Chaoxian remembered his agreement with Yu Yanting and turned back in frustration.
This time he didn't knock, he just pushed the door open and went in.
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