Chapter 5 The lingering scent of the smooth, tender touch irritated Yu Chaoxian...
What did this crybaby eat to grow up like this? It doesn't even weigh as much as a grenade launcher; a strong gust of wind could probably blow someone away. I really don't know why I keep this thing. At least a dog can guard the house, but this crybaby does nothing but cry, eat, drink, and sleep. It has no backbone at all; it gets scared and hides in someone's arms as soon as someone glares at it.
If Yu Yanting hadn't called again, making it inconvenient for him to carry the person, he wouldn't have taken over.
The sleeping girl naturally wouldn't see that the person holding her was Yu Chaoxian, whom she feared the most, nor would she know that Yu Chaoxian's gaze repeatedly searched for the trash can, as if he wanted to throw her away in disgust.
Yu Tang clung to his sleeve, refusing to let go. As soon as she lifted her hand, Yu Chaoxian smelled that sweet, sugary scent again. How much candy did she eat every day? No wonder she was constantly in the dentist's office. The girl in his arms smelled smoke in his embrace, frowned in disgust, turned over, and pushed him away. This time, Yu Chaoxian really wanted to throw her away. How dare this little aunt look down on him?
Yu Tang's bedroom was also on the second floor, right next to his, and Yu Chaoxian rarely went in. He vaguely remembered that there were some silly-looking dolls on the crybaby's bed, saying that this one was his brother, that one was his mother, and the little one was her.
As soon as the door opened, a sweet, candy-like scent, just like Yu Tang's, wafted out. Sure enough, those ridiculously silly plush toys—ducks, dogs, cats, mice—and all sorts of random pillows were still scattered on the light blue sheets. Yu Chaoxian didn't even bother to look at them.
Yu Chaoxian simply threw the crying child onto the bed, not even bothering to cover him with a blanket. He hadn't come back to see the child this time.
It's just that he probably threw the crying bag too hard, because something on the bed bounced off and rolled to Yu Chaoxian's feet.
Yu Chaoxian looked down and felt the soft, light texture in his hand. He looked at it twice, not understanding the meaning of "extra long, thin, and instantly absorbent for night use" the first time, but finally his eyes settled on the words "sanitary napkin".
Yu Chaoxian's gaze unconsciously swept over the person on the bed. The person wasn't fully lying down; two pale legs were still dangling off the edge of the bed. The slender legs that used to not reach the carpet were now adorned with a pair of pink and round feet.
She seems to have grown quite a bit taller. Six years ago, Yu Tang was only eleven years old, and now... she's already seventeen.
The phone in his pocket buzzed twice. Yu Chaoxian casually tossed the bag back onto the bed, where it landed precisely next to Yu Tang's head.
Yu Chaoxian turned around and went to the balcony to answer the phone, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. He then opened the glass door and stepped into his room.
The call connected, and Mickey's voice came through: "Boss, the state of Killarium contacted me, asking if we could trade a batch of rifles and rocket launchers. They'd also like to buy any secondhand firearms."
Yu Chaoxian laughed. This was really interesting. The weapons business didn't contact his father, Yu Yanting, who sold arms, but instead came to him.
Moreover, the firearms they requested were not all new models, but rather older ones.
In fact, the market for second-hand weapons has always been more prosperous than imagined, with not only substantial transaction profits but also stability.
This is not hard to understand. Not all countries have enough budget to buy advanced weapons. The continuous improvement of weapon performance leads to a high rate of obsolescence for older weapons. The best way out for these weapons discarded by wealthy countries is to enter relatively poor countries.
For example, when he received a call, it was from Killarley, a state plagued by internal strife.
After all, peace and the right to speak are maintained through the use of weapons, and Kiraly's leaders need the right to speak.
Weapons are the power to speak.
Business is now coming to him on its own initiative, and Yu Chaoxian remained silent for a while. Yu Yanting forbade him from getting involved in the weapons business, and his return this time was specifically for the weapons business.
The room was dark, with no lights on. Yu Chaoxian looked out the window at the night view, where lights were being lit up one by one in every household.
After his mother, Zhou Ningxuan, passed away, he no longer wanted to stay in that home. Later, Yu Yanting brought Yu Tang back, and he went to the army. He was later invited to join a special task force that carried out secret missions, where he stayed for five years. For him, home was no longer home, so it didn't matter where he was.
It wasn't until his final mission to save the Michigan president and dismantle the poison gas missile that he changed his mind.
Of the four-man task force, only Yu Chaoxian remained, carrying his comrade's body as he emerged from the island. None of the leaders expected anyone to survive, as the helicopters returning had not been ordered to carry them back.
This is a consistent practice of the leadership.
As citizens gathered to cheer for their president's return, Yu Chaoxian was carrying his comrade's body to his final resting place. It was this mission that made him acutely aware of a crucial truth: war is a game for politicians, the world is a chessboard, and one must be a player, not a pawn, or one will die in vain.
Now, he also has to make a move in this global game.
The only problem was that Yu Yanting wouldn't let him get involved in the family business. He knew a little about the reason. Yu Yanting was getting old and indecisive in business; he probably feared that taking on the Kiraly business would attract the attention of international investigation organizations. If he couldn't do this and couldn't touch that, why bother with the weapons business? He might as well just sell sugar.
Isn't the family's CANDY company just a candy company used to launder money?
"Boss?" Mickey called out after a long silence, then continued, "The person in charge over there said that if the cooperation goes well, President Taylor promised that future transport business passing through their area will be unimpeded."
This finally piqued Yu Chaoxian's interest, and he lit the cigarette he was holding in his mouth. "What are the conditions?" There's no such thing as a free lunch; if there were, it would definitely come at a higher price.
Mickey replied, "Their payment method is not in international currency."
Upon hearing the payment method, Yu Chaoxian smiled knowingly. "That makes sense," he thought. "Where in Kiraly is a place so poor you can't even afford food, how could there be any money?"
However, more than money, he valued the key route—the Lava Pass.
If this transport route remains unobstructed, goods can be transported around countries with gun control restrictions, and those countries to the east are not to be trifled with. If the Lava Pass is unobstructed, shipping goods will be much easier.
Yu Chaoxian took a puff of his cigarette, the white smoke quickly dissipating in the wind and disappearing completely: "When does he want it?"
Mickey said, "Ideally, it would be a month, but the sooner the better."
Yu Chaoxian stubbed out his cigarette and said decisively, "Tell him that I will personally deliver this batch of guns."
Mickey reminded him, "Boss, they want a lot, and our inventory isn't enough."
Yu Chaoxian's weapons business was all done behind Yu Yanting's back. Yu Yanting didn't allow him to get involved in this business, let alone give him any inventory.
Yu Chaoxian didn't hang up the phone, and Mickey waited quietly. Three seconds later, Yu Chaoxian gave the instruction: "Arrange a plane to go to the Republic of Lizhou."
The next step is to deal with his father, Yu Yanting.
After hanging up with Mickey, Yu Chaoxian twirled his phone in his hand, thought for a moment, and then made another call.
Just in case, we should have a backup plan when dealing with his father.
Chen Diao, who received Yu Chaoxian's call, was reviewing orders at Yu's armed base. Chen Diao was the second-in-command of the base, with Guan Zhongpeng as the top leader. Yu Yanting's right-hand men were the Guan and Chen families. Guan Zhongpeng was wholeheartedly loyal to Uncle Yu. After Chen Diao's father passed away, Chen Diao took over his father's position, but due to his young age, he was overshadowed by Guan Zhongpeng. Later, Chen Diao was promoted by Yu Chaoxian and was one of the first to side with him.
"Understood, boss." After hanging up the phone, Chen Diao called a few agile men to go out under the cover of night.
Yu Chaoxian paused as he stepped out of the room. Ever since the phone call, he had felt a strange lingering sensation in his arm, a slippery yet soft feeling that lingered for a long time, yet he couldn't pinpoint its origin.
He thought carefully about his journey back until he caught a faint, sweet scent of candy on his arm.
His thoughts finally paused on Yu Tang.
He had just carried her back when his wrist was grabbed by the aunt, and as for his arm... he had just wrapped his arm around the aunt's waist. Yu Tang's school uniform had rolled up a little, and without the clothes in the way, her soft, delicate belly was pressed directly against his arm.
No wonder.
The smooth, tender touch lingered in his mind, and Yu Chaoxian, feeling irritated, took off his clothes with one hand and went to the bathroom.
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