Jinghu was immediately overjoyed and hugged Liu Le: "Brother, let's go back and talk while drinking."

The Type 95 automatic assault rifle mentioned by Ye Qing has too many advantages compared to the ak-47. Not only does it have a large capacity and a strong continuous shooting firepower, but it also has a single and point accuracy higher than that of the ak-47.

It can adapt to various climates and environments, and its lifespan is longer than that of AK-47. The parts can be interchanged and repaired easily, and ordinary soldiers can operate it.

The white fox tightened his hand holding his arm and asked in a low voice: "You can really get the Nine Five."

Ye Qing smiled mysteriously: "I can't, and Liu Le can't, but someone can. Liu Le just passes the message, but it probably won't be a big problem."

An Mengxi looked at him in shock: "My master, are we still selling weapons?"

Ye Qing looked at her with a funny look: "We don't produce weapons, but we can be porters. As long as the military government in northern Myanmar can get anything."

An Mengxi finally understood why the Ye family grandfather wanted Liu Le to follow him. He was so weird and terrifying that he was so brave that he didn't send anyone to stare at him. God knew what he had done.

Ye Qing did not speak nonsense, but the Chinese 95 style improved model has become ordinary equipment for the army and the armed police, and the more advanced 19 style has been waiting to be equipped with the troops.

Now a large number of styles of Lao Jiuwu are sealed in the warehouse, waiting for the opportunity to support the North African brothers.

However, the standard weapons that were eliminated in China were advanced weapons in northern Myanmar, and the support was comparable to those sold.

What's more, the entire northern Myanmar is now full of war clouds, and the military government and armed forces of all ethnic groups are plundering money in a crazy way.

It's nothing more than preparing to buy a large number of weapons and then launching wars to seize resources...

Ye Qing didn't mind being a second-hand dealer and making a fortune in war.

What's more, this is a long-term deal. Except for the public convening, the whole country was tacitly ceased to fight. The rest of the time was all in war.

Tianlang looked at him shyly: "Can I earn a share!"

"Of course!" Ye Qing laughed and said, "At that time, Mengxi will be responsible for the country, you will be responsible for northern Myanmar. Tell the military government that the Kachin people have contacted the country and want to buy the Nine Five Styles. But the domestic government considers the military government.

The relationship was decided to sell it to only one person..."

Tianlang glared at him fiercely: "What you said is the same as it is."

"I didn't tell any lies. Kachin Logistics Minister Sangji, has already found me..." Ye Qing was half true and half false, but when Tianlang heard the words Sangji, he knew that the matter was true.

But what he didn't know was that Sangji asked Ye Qing to sell him stones at a high price.

Tianlang gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go to Naypyidaw as soon as possible and find the general to report."

The white fox watched the prince, and Ye Qing was dragged into the chariot because of greed... You wouldn't be more reserved, maybe Ye Qing would give you more shares.

Ye Qing turned his head and smiled proudly at her: "Greed is the source of wealth and the greatest original sin."

Tanlang doesn't care about his jokes at all. In places like northern Myanmar, he doesn't have money or even dignity. He didn't see the nightclubs and bath centers he runs. The beautiful northern Myanmar girl only costs fifty yuan at a time and only spends three hundred yuan at night.

......

Everyone arrived at the door of the warehouse. The soldiers opened the door, turned on the lights, and twisted the ceiling fan.

Ye Qing looked at it and grinned with pain. In China, even kilograms of material would be placed on wooden shelves for customers to choose from. There was still a little stone, and the owner of the gambling stone shop locked the safe.

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However, in this warehouse, there are not many stones, only a few dozen pieces, but they are casually placed on the ground. Some are obviously thrown away, and one of the raw stones hits another, revealing the emerald color...

...

Tianlang looked at Ye Qing's expression and asked in surprise: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

"Brother, do you know that in the gambling industry, there is also a kind of gambling crack in gambling! "Ye Qing said with distress.

"I don't know!" Tianlang looked at him frankly: "If I could see stones, would I run a casino and bath center? You must know that Amin has made three years of money with you to bet on stones in this period of time.

All you earn is more..."

The white fox was proud. When he transferred all the money back, he almost shocked the prince's chin: "What did you say you're doing with a gambling crack!"

"The crack value is a large crack, and the crack refers to the small crack inside the raw stone." Ye Qing said solemnly: "Most jade raw stones have cracks. If you move them carefully, these cracks will not be severe.

Change, but you have to be handsome...."

The white fox suddenly remembered the piece of jade that was broken into pieces in Zhao Delong's villa. He turned his head to look at Tianlang, and said with a grudge: "Brother, you are simply a prodigal son..."

Tianlang smiled bitterly: "How could I know that the stone is afraid of falling!"

"Stones are not only afraid of falling, but also drying!" Ye Qing didn't mind teaching him more to avoid wasting natural resources: "Brochures and jadeite both like water. If stored for a long time, water will be sprinkled on the stones every month to do so.

Ensure that the jade inside has enough water..."

Tanlang remembered what he said in his heart.

The white fox knew that Ye Qing was most afraid of the stuffiness, so he asked the soldiers to move the stones carefully from the warehouse to the pergola.

These stones vary in size, but the largest one is only thirty or forty kilograms, which are obviously carried by people.

"Xiao Qingzi, these were all taken from the soldiers when they saw the traffickers smuggling raw stones while patrolling the mountain road."

Ye Qing looked at a stone the size of a football, with blood stains on it: "You call this robbery, it's obviously a killing person, okay?"

Tan Lang said righteously: "We are the military government's troops and are ordered to investigate smuggling strictly."

Ye Qing was too lazy to argue with him, and he couldn't win the argument. In order to raise the price of jadeite raw stones, the military government strictly controlled smuggling.

However, in the public auction in northern Myanmar, a stone that was bid for 30 million yuan was paid to the military government for 30 million yuan, and a tax of 40% was required to enter the port of China.

A piece of raw stone arrives in China through regular channels from northern Myanmar, and the tax alone is 14%.

This is also the reason why domestic rough stone merchants insist on crossing the river to rise three times, otherwise they would not make any money.

Huge taxes naturally breed smuggling. Moreover, the price of smuggling in northern Myanmar is extremely low.

It only takes three thousand Myanmar to carry a stone, walk hundreds of miles of mountain road, and then float to Jiegao, Delong, and Tengchong. It only costs 3,000 Myanmar Kyats, which is only a few dozen yuan to convert into RMB.

However, the highest price is life. As long as it is caught by the government army, it will be taken directly to the target...

Even so, under the temptation of high profits, many people still take risks...
Chapter completed!