The middle-aged man's meaning was very clear: I invited the supplier, and you were the ones who were in a hurry to make the deal, but what happened? Either you didn't bring any money or you didn't want enough.
Now that the supplier is no longer interested in continuing the transaction, you're getting anxious again.
Go back first. I'll talk to the supplier about whether to proceed with the transaction. You guys better not stay here and interfere.
Although they said nice things, they still managed to shoo people away.
The five men could only leave with their subordinates.
After they left, Ye Zi drove the speedboat back, boarded, and asked with a grin:
"Was the acting alright?"
"I didn't realize the infamous Hunter had such a talent for acting," the middle-aged man replied with a cheerful laugh.
The two went up to the upper deck of the yacht together, and after sitting down, the middle-aged man continued to ask:
"What's next in the transaction?"
Ye Zi grinned and said:
"We have prepared a ton of every kind of drug at the Gates of Hell, that's the truth. I brought them all. They can buy them if they want, but the condition remains the same: only gold and cultural relics/antiques."
As for why they want cultural relics and antiques, you can explain it to them like this:
..."
Ye Zi rattled off a long explanation, and the middle-aged man immediately agreed, because Ye Zi's idea was indeed a good one.
The middle-aged man was unaware of Ghost Gate and Ye Zi's plans mainly because they belonged to different factions. Ye Zi was someone who knew Ghost Gate, while he was an agent dispatched by the National Security Bureau.
Half an hour later, Ye Zi and the middle-aged man were still discussing their next plans.
Besides selling drugs, Ye Zi also intended to sell the AK47s she brought to these gangs.
Gangs buy drugs and then have to sell them, otherwise how do they make money? Since they have to sell, there will be competition, and competition leads to territorial disputes, which in turn leads to bloodshed.
Since we've already started fighting, we can't just use knives; firearms are a must.
It's said that the water pipes in Japan are manufactured to the caliber of rifle barrels, but guns made from water pipes are at most single-shot, and can't even match the rate of fire of bolt-action rifles, let alone the power of the bullets.
Therefore, Yezi's AK must be a good thing.
An hour later, the middle-aged man's phone rang once, and then there was no further sound.
The middle-aged man picked up his phone, glanced at it, and chuckled:
"The Japanese devils couldn't hold back any longer, but they were afraid of interrupting our conversation, so they used this trick."
Ye Zi shrugged; he wasn't the one in a hurry.
Ten minutes later, the middle-aged man picked up his phone and started making calls to the same five people he had called before, and the content of the calls was the same.
"The supplier is willing to wait one more day, just one more day, because they still have to deliver goods."
"Is he supplying goods to another gang?"
"Of course not. What they delivered was weapons. This batch of drugs was something I specifically asked them to do, and the supplier brought it along as well."
Moreover, the supplier just complained that I cheated him. He said that if he wants the goods tomorrow, he must bring enough gold. If he doesn't have gold, he can use Chinese antiques and cultural relics to settle the debt.
Japanese yen, US dollars, Chinese yuan, and euros are all unacceptable.
"He also sells weapons? And why does he want Chinese antiques and artifacts?"
The middle-aged man chuckled, finally getting to the point, and said seriously:
He'll sell anything, as long as you have money.
The main reason for wanting Chinese antiques is for money laundering; I'll explain the details later.
After making five phone calls, all with essentially the same content, the middle-aged man put down his phone and chuckled:
"It's basically done."
"That's good." Ye Zi grinned.
Tell the other party over the phone that he's selling weapons, and then it's up to the other party to decide what to do.
While Japan doesn't ban guns domestically, it maintains strict gun control, not out of fear of conflict among the populace, but out of concern for gang warfare.
Besides, the Japanese are the Japanese. The area is small and resources are scarce, so everything is prioritized for the army.
Although they couldn't have a national defense army, the Japanese shamelessly formed a self-defense force. The members of this self-defense force were rigorously trained, having been trained through countless battles.
There isn't enough firearms and ammunition produced domestically, so some need to be imported, hence the strict regulations.
However, the reason for the shortage of guns and ammunition is not a lack of production capacity, but rather restrictions imposed by resources and surveillance by other countries.
As a defeated nation, he has more than one target. Besides, the United States doesn't allow him to produce too many weapons and ammunition. Who knows if this dog will turn on its master?
Furthermore, the Japanese have produced more guns and ammunition, and can equip more troops, so how can the bald eagles station troops there?
Therefore, Ye Zi believed that these five gangs would all have bought some guns.
Sure enough, two hours later, the middle-aged man's phone rang again. He shook his phone, grinned, and then answered the call.
He said a few words in Japanese, then hung up and smiled at Ye Zi:
"Those who want to buy guns, ask about the price."
"Just go with the price we agreed on before: one pound of gold for one AK, plus 150 rounds of ammunition, and the same goes for pistols."
"clear."
Actually, the price Ye Zi set was a bit high, but this is the territory of the United States, and Russia wouldn't sell guns to them, because it's a mystery who will end up with these guns.
Similarly, China would not sell its guns to the Japanese Self-Defense Forces. If a war broke out, Japanese soldiers could simply use Chinese guns, which would only create problems for themselves.
Ye Zi went to rest, but the middle-aged man didn't have that opportunity. The Japanese gangsters asked about the price of guns and ammunition, discussed whether to buy them, and how many to buy. All of this required communication with him, the middleman.
So I didn't have time to sleep at all.
The next morning, after Ye Zi woke up, the middle-aged man appeared with dark circles under his eyes, looking exhausted, but his eyes sparkled with joy.
"Did it work?" Ye Zi asked tentatively.
"Of course, I was so impressed by their persuasion that I sold them all."
They didn't buy many AKs, mainly pistols; they sold all 100 pistols, but they also bought over 200 AKs.
"That's enough. Our main objective is drugs; the guns are just secondary."
After dark, a yacht arrived. A gang leader whom Ye Zi had met the night before boarded the yacht. He saw that there were only Ye Zi, the supplier, and three of his men, including the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man immediately began inquiring about the goods, requesting to see the gold and stating that this was the supplier's intention.
The gang leader waved to his yacht, and then a group of people came over carrying various boxes.
Ye Zi stepped forward to check, the system confirmed the amount of gold, and then Ye Zi went to get the drugs and guns according to the list.
After confirming that everything was in order, Ye Zi started moving the items, then drove away in the speedboat, stored them in her spatial storage, and returned to the yacht to continue moving the remaining gold.
The speedboat was too small and had limited carrying capacity, so Ye Zi had to make several trips.
The whole night was like this, with five waves of Japanese gangsters arriving one after the other. All the drugs in the space were exchanged for gold and a small number of Chinese antiques and cultural relics.
After seeing off the last group of Japanese gangsters, Ye Zi complained:
"I didn't expect the Japanese to be so honest. They're not like the Japanese we're used to."
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