In addition, there is another very important reason: too many BMP-2s were manufactured and sold too cheaply.
Even new cars in stock can only be sold for around 1 million, and the profit margin is incomparable to that of weasels.
"How about the Chinese Marder tank? We can't get the latest A5, but the A3 should be no problem."
Xia Yu finally revealed his true intentions.
Although he didn't have a car yet, he had already figured out a way to get the goods.
"How much?"
Old Anka raised an eyebrow and asked directly.
Contrary to his expectations, Xia Yu actually obtained a car from Western Europe through his connections, but the car itself seemed quite good.
There are only so many models of infantry fighting vehicles in the world, whether they are currently in service, retired, officially exported, or traded privately. Old Anka still knows about the Marder.
"80% new with one basic load of ammunition, selling for 1.8 million each. I suggest the wheeled armored personnel carrier doesn't need to be too good; the Russian BTR-80 is fine. I'll sell it to you for 1 million each if it's 80% new."
Xia Yu quoted a price directly.
With this configuration, 20 vehicles (7+13) would have a total value of 25.6 million, slightly exceeding the budget.
"Okay, this price is reasonable. Shall we sign the contract now?"
Old Anka was prepared to haggle, but Xia Yu's offer wasn't expensive, so he didn't need to squeeze other people's profit margins for the sake of a defense contract, lest it affect the relationship between the two parties.
"One thing to clarify in advance is that these equipment will be delivered in batches; it is impossible to transfer them all at once."
Xia Yu gave Lao Anka a heads-up.
The goods he sources from are usually not in good condition, so you can imagine how much time it takes to prepare them.
"No problem. Mr. Sherlock's credibility has been fully proven. The delivery process will proceed as you requested, and we will cooperate fully."
Rebuilding the mechanized infantry battalion is not something that can be done in a day or two.
The initial personnel screening, as well as training in driving, maintenance and troubleshooting, and weapon operation, all require time.
These things weren't included in the contract. Old Anka wanted Xia Yu to do more work because he was capable, but he didn't have time to spend on teaching, so he simply told Xia Yu to find his own instructors later.
Based on the theory of "it's better to have people waiting for equipment," the number of vehicle crews that can use this equipment far exceeds the number of equipment produced. In addition, with sufficient benefits, there will definitely be quite a few people in the country willing to come.
Old Anka waved, and Little Anka, carrying a bag, immediately ran over.
The contract has a standard template. As long as you fill in the specific time, amount, procurement project, delivery method, and the parties involved, it becomes legally binding.
As for what to do if someone signs but doesn't recognize it, Afica advocates "enforcement".
The down payment remains at 20%, or $5.12 million.
Based on a stack of 105 grams, the total weight is 53.76 kilograms. The weight is not too heavy to carry, but the smell of the color-changing ink is too pungent.
Indeed, gold is still more appealing, and it's also more convenient to carry around.
Xia Yu packed the money into two rolling suitcases and began preparing for her trip to Europe.
The T-64B1M was left behind, the Kornet launcher was left behind, and the truck carrying the German francs was also left behind.
This time, he only brought the pickup truck that Lao Li had given him, which had been modified to be bulletproof and was the best safety vehicle to deal with emergencies.
Weapons that might be needed, along with two boxes of US dollars, were placed in the back bed and then stored in the rarely used garage #3.
As for his identification, he's likely to use the special channel this time and won't need it.
Doing this kind of business requires being extremely careful; the fewer traces left behind, the better. Besides, he, Domi, doesn't plan to bring them along.
The French-speaking Black people are too specific; they're not referring to the country itself, but specifically to the Afica area.
The rainy season arrived as expected, with a light drizzle falling, just the day he set off.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Xia Yu first took a boat from the port to the high seas.
A battle-damaged hU-16 Albatross, the same seaplane featured in the movie "The Expendables," was parked at the designated location. However, it was in poor condition, with several rivets visibly rusted.
As long as it can fly, it's fine. It's not a passenger plane, so it can make an emergency landing on the sea if there's an accident.
Xia Yu was already used to this kind of amazing operation; you can't hold a black guy to too high a standard.
The propellers began to spin, and the two R-1820-76 radial piston engines, which had been in service for over forty years, output power, propelling the fuselage, weighing over ten tons, into the sky.
Perhaps he could build one someday, Xia Yu couldn't help but imagine.
Adding a bow-mounted aircraft machine gun and modifying the fuel release valve on the auxiliary fuel tanks can increase fire damage.
Forget it, we haven't even gotten our hands on a helicopter yet, so let's not even think about seaplanes for now.
After flying for more than ten hours, eating all three meals with our own dry food, and making several stops to unload and load cargo, the plane finally entered Mari's territory in the middle of the night.
This is also a French-speaking Black country, mainly because its religion is more North African. Xia Yu has to cross the Sahara Desert from here.
"Pfft~ Pfft~~"
The plane skimmed across the Nirier River like a stone, and Xia Yu, inside the cabin, swayed with each bounce.
After transferring to a small boat and arriving on shore, Xia Yu stretched her body a little before boarding a desert bus driven by a driver named Audebiao.
Despite Xia Yu's considerable mechanical knowledge, he couldn't recognize the model of the truck.
Well, judging from the asymmetrical headlights, the abnormal noise from the worn engine, and the paint peeling, rust, and dents on the body, this might be an assembled vehicle.
The truck bed was full of cargo, and the cargo was full of black men. Fortunately, Xia Yu had bought a first-class ticket, and after confirming the information, he sat in the passenger seat.
After greeting Audrey, Xia Yu frowned as he glanced at the spiderweb-like cracked glass.
"Don't worry, I reinforced it with tape, so sand and dust won't get in."
Perhaps sensing Xia Yu's worries, Ao Debiao offered words of comfort.
"That's fine then."
What's a little hardship compared to a deal with tens of millions in profit?
Xia Yu was mentally prepared; she just needed something to relieve the boredom of this monotonous journey.
"You don't mind if I put on some music, do you?"
Xia Yu took out a Bluetooth speaker from his backpack and asked for his opinion.
"No problem, no problem. The cassette player in my car was broken when I bought it, otherwise I would also like to play music."
Audrey waved his hand, and Xia Yu connected the speaker directly.
Immediately, the "Fate Symphony" filled the carriage, and the black men sitting on the roof swayed their flip-flops to the rhythm of the music.
This is Afika, the cradle of humankind, where milk and honey flow underground, but poverty and war reign on the surface.
After traveling by boat, plane, and bus, Xia Yu arrived at Moluo, the northernmost part of Afica, from the central part of the country.
This is a transit point for those heading to Europe. The Strait of Gibraltar, which spans two continents, is only 13 kilometers long at its shortest point, and anyone with good swimming skills can swim across it.
Xia Yu, a swimming champion, was eager to try, but after paying for his boat ticket, he decided not to take the challenge.
As night fell, a fishing boat quietly departed from the harbor, carrying a small number of passengers towards West Ban Ya.
After about an hour's drive, they boarded a small boat and went ashore, where a minibus was waiting for passengers.
Only by achieving this level of quality can one truly justify the nearly ten thousand US dollars spent on train and ferry tickets.
Holding a bottle of mineral water that had just been delivered, I got off the bus and arrived at the nearest downtown area of the city.
The scenery is similar to the small European towns in the videos, but without the filters, it looks older overall. There are quite a few tourists speaking various languages.
Xia Yu also disguised himself as a tourist, wandering around and resting for a day before taking out his satellite phone and dialing another number.
This is another smuggler. The previous one was responsible for taking him from Mali to Sibanya, and this one is responsible for taking him to the Kingdom of Hair. In the end, he will drive himself into the Kingdom of ?.
Changing smugglers three times on one trip is a bit of a hassle, but it's safer!
Bankruptcy can help a person grow.
Xia Yu now feels that he was almost like a fool before.
Even without obtaining the system, he could still achieve some success by working hard in Afica for a few years!
However, the appearance of the system completely changed Xia Yu's life trajectory.
He no longer hoped to pay off his debts as soon as possible, nor did he think about saving money to buy a house, get married, and have children.
It turns out that life can become so wonderful after leaving the mundane.
If an ordinary person played like that, they would easily pass away.
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