"There's something wrong with our bullets, and there's a big problem with the place where they were produced." David said eagerly.
"What happened to the production site?" Ephraim still didn't understand.
"Cai Ion Country, these bullets of ours all come from Cai Ion Country." David said.
"How is this possible? We were on the scene watching during the inspection, do you remember? We inspected the batch of bullets together," Ephraim said.
"I don't know how to tell you, we were all fooled and deceived by those bastards," David said.
"etc."
Ephraim felt something was wrong and asked: "How are you sure those bullets are from China? Then someone told you?"
"The boxes are all written in Chinese. Believe me, they are definitely produced in China." David said firmly.
Looking from his perspective, the truck of bullets that had been loaded had Chinese characters written on the boxes, which looked very conspicuous.
"Holy shit."
When Ephraim heard that the goods had been exchanged, he was instantly furious and immediately called Henry Girard. As soon as he got through, he yelled: "Henry, damn you, are you lying to us?"
Already? We are in big trouble now."
"I'm listening, go ahead." Henry said calmly and unhurriedly.
"Those AK bullets are all produced by dissociation, why didn't you tell us in advance?" Ephram asked.
"What? Do you think those American soldiers basking in the sun in Djibouti care about which country the bullets are produced in?" Henry didn't care at all.
"They don't care, but those bastards in the Pentagon do. Don't you know that the U.S. military does not have to dismantle things made of putty? The U.S. government has an embargo on dismantling ions."
After Ephraim finished his roar, he felt that it was not in place yet, and then said: "You just ask your men to show us a box of Albanian bullets..."
"I'm sorry, excuse me."
Henri Girard interrupted Ephraim and said in a sarcastic tone: "No one sincerely stopped or bothered you at that time. Didn't you think about asking where the bullets originated?
This is your own work mistake, what does it have to do with me?"
"Who the hell would ask these questions? I went to Albania to buy bullets, and who the hell would have thought that you would sell me bullets that disintegrate ions.
What is before me now is 100 million illegal Chinese-made bullets sold to us. Don’t you want to find a way to tell us how to solve it?”
"How to solve it, how to solve it."
Henry Girard roared impatiently: "The U.S. government will turn a blind eye and don't add any unnecessary extravagance, just send it over.
Also, now that the goods have been sold to you, you should understand the difference between you running into trouble and me running into trouble."
After saying that, Henry Girard hung up the phone.
"Fake!"
Ephraim was so angry that he almost smashed his cell phone, but there was nothing he could do against Henry Girard.
The two of them can only find a solution on their own.
As a result, two days passed in the blink of an eye, and neither Ephram nor David could do anything.
Nana's bullets turned into scrap metal, so they could only find ways to contact other suppliers, mainly those from Eastern Europe.
Because the main manufacturers and suppliers of the AK series are basically located in Eastern Europe.
If anyone can provide 100 million rounds of ammunition in a short period of time, and they are standard AK intermediate-power ammunition, it can only be suppliers from countries in Eastern Europe.
Unfortunately, nothing was gained after two days.
This kind of bullet is only used by Maozi weapons. Apart from Russia, which is the most popular bullet, it is a niche bullet in the whole world.
If you want to get 100 million rounds of ammunition in a short period of time, no supplier can get it together.
Long Zhan almost fainted when he saw David. He had many ways to solve the problem, but he just didn't say anything and would test their emergency handling abilities.
As a result, on the morning of the third day, Ephraim flew over without saying a word.
As soon as they met in the hotel, Ephraim excitedly announced to his face: "I have a way. I have a way to solve the bullet problem."
"What can I do?" David asked anxiously.
"I have a great idea. You can repackage the bullets. What do you think of this idea?" Ephraim said excitedly.
"Packaging bullets?"
David didn't understand yet.
"Efram is really a damn talent. He actually came up with this most perfect solution. He is indeed a smart fat man."
Long Zhan secretly marveled at this game and fell in love with Ephraim's ability even more.
"Yes, if we repackage the bullet and remove all traces of the pear, wouldn't the problem of the bullet be completely solved?" Ephram said.
"That's 100 million rounds." David emphasized.
"David, this is not impossible, and it will also reduce our shipping costs. We can replace those large and heavy wooden boxes with light cardboard boxes, and we can earn extra transportation fees."
Ephraim explained.
"But he is still a bullet made of putty."
David hadn't fully understood it yet and was stuck in a dead end.
Ephraim grabbed a towel on the table, pointed to the label on it and said: "Take this towel, for example, it says Made in Turkey. I took off the label and said it is an Albanian towel. Is there a problem?"
?
Only when it is written on the outer packaging that it is made by Cai-ion, then it is made by Cai-ion. If we change the packaging, who would know it is made by Cai-ion?"
Ephraim explained it very clearly and thoroughly, and David finally came to his senses.
There was surprise on his face, and he finally said worriedly: "But it's not legal to do this."
"We only have two options now..."
Ephraim looked at David seriously and said: "Either repackage the bullets and send them out, and we can make the 20 million US dollars together.
Or say goodbye to this big deal, lose millions of deposits, and become a pauper again.
Your house and car will all be auctioned by the bank, do you think so?"
David has already enjoyed the life of a rich man and is used to living a happy life of luxury houses and cars. He simply cannot imagine what would happen without money.
therefore.
The two choices before him were actually no choices for him.
There is only one way to go.
That is to find a way to repackage the bullets, and then send these bullets to Djibouti according to the contract and hand them over to the US military base there.
In order to complete this plan to get through, they must first find the core key——
The owner can repackage the bullet within a short period of time.