Unfortunately, it had to be reworked.
"This is our manager, Mr. Schmidt. He will say a few words to us."
The intern giving the presentation made way, revealing Xia Yu's target this time: a typical balding middle-aged man.
If you think San Dezi looks cool in his military uniform, it's highly likely that they were wearing military caps and helmets when they took photos. Their baldness rate is even higher than that of the British next door; I don't know if it's due to genetics or water quality.
Xia Yu listened patiently to Manager Schmidt's explanation of love and peace, his longing for weapons to be far removed from people's lives, and his expectation that the country's industry would no longer be known for its weapons.
Well, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.
Since the dawn of humanity, war and violence have never been far away. Unless there is an alien as a hypothetical enemy, it is impossible for humanity to unite.
Weapons will only become more advanced, and their lethality will only become more efficient; abandoning illusions is the only real solution.
After leaving Koch Corporation, Xia Yu planned to take action that very night, hoping that Mr. Schmidt wouldn't be sleeping too soundly.
"Schmidt, wanna grab a drink after get off work?"
Around five o'clock, the workshop supervisor, who had taken off his work clothes, extended an invitation to Schmidt.
"No, my son is coming back tomorrow, and I need to go back and clean his room."
Schmidt smiled, waved, took the keys, and walked towards the parking lot.
He drives an older Mercedes-Benz E-Class, which hasn't been replaced in years and doesn't quite fit his income level.
After a 15-minute drive, we arrived at an apartment building; his home was on the 3rd floor.
It doesn't quite fit the lifestyle of a middle-class family in China. This isn't Bolin; he should be able to afford a detached house.
Xia Yu, who watched him go upstairs, had some guesses. She would be able to verify whether it was true when it got dark.
I drove away because I checked on my phone and found that the nearest Chinese restaurant was in the city.
So Xia Yu had no choice but to find a local restaurant for dinner.
The signature dish is braised pork with sauerkraut, which reminded Xia Yu of the Northeastern restaurant where they had a reunion dinner in her freshman year of college, but there was still a difference after tasting it.
The sauerkraut was made with cabbage, but he still prefers bok choy. He added a bit too many spices and some cream, which gave it a very exotic feel.
While Xia Yu ate and drank, Schmidt's dinner was much simpler: he heated up the cold sausages and spread butter on hard slices of bread.
If there's no hot soup and you find it hard to swallow, just have some beer to help you swallow.
He has to go to a restaurant with his son tomorrow, so he can only eat simple meals for the next few days.
After finishing the meal and washing the dishes, Schmidt sat on the sofa watching TV out of boredom, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
Half asleep, he felt uncomfortable and it seemed like there was a draft. Had he forgotten to close the balcony window?
Schmidt took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, and remembered to close the window, but he vaguely thought he saw someone sitting in the chair next to the sofa.
"Who are you?"
Schmidt immediately perked up; although he hadn't put on his glasses yet, the stranger was wearing a hood.
"Mr. Schmidt, you must be having a tough time paying alimony to your ex-wife and children after the divorce!"
Looking at the only photo on the coffee table of Schmidt and his son, Xia Yu said in English.
Chinese people speak English better than French, and their English is more deceptive.
"This is my family matter. Tell me your purpose, and I will help if I can. If I can't help, killing me won't help you."
Schmidt calmed down and tried to take control of the conversation.
As a manager, he has seen more ups and downs than the average person.
"Do me a small favor, I need ten Weasel A3s."
"Impossible. There are satellites watching from the sky, and the smelting workshop is under real-time monitoring. Do you think they wouldn't think of these things?"
Upon hearing this person's request, Schmidt immediately refused.
"What if we add these things? Even I, a foreigner, know how difficult it is for Chinese men to live after divorce. Obviously, you haven't found a new partner for your ex-wife yet."
As Xia Yu spoke, he opened a briefcase at his feet, inside which were stacks of Franklin.
"Ten cars, one million US dollars."
Schmidt couldn't help but swallow hard. The amount of money was almost a million euros, and he admitted that he was a little tempted.
He would absolutely refuse before the divorce.
His legal income of over 5,000 euros after tax each month gave him confidence, but now, in addition to paying rent and living expenses, he has to give more than half of his income to his ex-wife and son.
He was like an old dog with a broken back, unable to afford even a beer hall and forced to buy discounted generic beer nearing its expiration date.
However, the risk was still too great; he was afraid that even if he took the money, he wouldn't be able to spend it.
"I only want the hull; you can keep the turret. These days, a 20mm gun is practically useless."
Xia Yu, as if possessed by a demon, added fuel to the fire.
"Okay, but you have to cooperate with me."
Schmidt agreed without hesitation.
Without a turret, it's a civilian tracked vehicle, a common civilian vehicle used in polar exploration and snow rescue.
Although it's unclear why the other party only wanted the vehicle body, the risk of this incident has indeed been reduced several times over.
By not allowing the second party to bear excessive risks due to the contract, Party A demonstrates its high ethical standards.
He really made me cry. Xia Yu sometimes even gets moved by his own actions.
He must have a chat with the client who caused his bankruptcy when he gets the chance. Did you have any conscience back then?
This time, Xia Yu took the stairs after leaving the apartment.
Climbing up to the third floor barehanded really takes courage; I guess he hasn't wasted his physical fitness!
Many people reduce their physical activity after leaving the military, but their appetite doesn't decrease at all, and their bodies can expand several sizes before they even turn thirty.
Like a swimming ring, you wouldn't even be competitive enough to be a security guard, let alone a PMC (Programming Management Center) abroad.
Xia Yu is always prepared, and he can maintain this physical condition for another ten years or so.
Putting aside his driving skills, just based on his physical abilities alone, he could easily take on those old geezers from foreign special forces.
Because of the strict secrecy surrounding domestic special operations, and the fact that Xia Yu was not selected, he didn't know the average age of the special operations teams. However, the US Navy SEALs Six had a high profile online.
Their average age is over 30, and there are quite a few men in their 40s and 50s. Xia Yu hopes that he can still be as energetic as he is now when that time comes.
I drove around in circles to avoid any potential hazards, and it was almost midnight by the time I got back to my apartment.
With Schmidt's help, half of his goal for the trip to the country had already been achieved, and his next stop was Sunk.
Before World War II, Russia's military industry was quite developed. During the War of Resistance against Japan, the famous Russian light machine gun came from this country, which made most Chinese people have a better impression of Russia than Russia.
According to information collected by Xia Yu, a large number of Soviet-made weapons flowed into Iraq after the Cold War.
Some of these were refurbished and sold to third-world countries, but most were stored on-site or recycled for steelmaking.
Several batches of BTR-80s have been sealed off. Xia Yu can remove the weapons from the vehicles and transport them out via civilian routes.
Although Xia Yu's main business is contracting engineering projects and he also sells weapons on the side, it must be said that the movie "Lord of War" is a true classic.
He also plans to acquire a Mi-24 helicopter for humanitarian aid this time.
What are you looking at? It has no rocket pods and no under-mounted cannons. Even if you complain to the United Nations, it's still a civilian helicopter.
It's a bit old in terms of age and design, but it's sturdy and durable, making it suitable for Afica.
Xia Yu had some understanding of the situation. The Tiger helicopters used by the country looked very high-tech, but in reality, they were terrible. Less than half of them were ready for combat takeoff at any time; they were just sitting around doing nothing.
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