It was still dark, and the hands of the alarm clock on the desk were ticking. The time was four-twenty-five in the morning.
What happened last night didn't bring much emotion to Fu Ming. He had experienced many such things. Before Fu Ming could wake up, the cell phone that had been placed next to his pillow started buzzing.
The sound of music woke Fu Ming from his dream. Fu Ming looked at the large series of unknown numbers on the screen, was stunned for two seconds, and then picked up the call. The long area code showed that this was an international long distance call.
As soon as Fu Ming thought about it, he knew who made the call. He was the only one who knew the number and could call from abroad.
"You damn old man, why are you disturbing me in my sleep again?" Fu Ming answered impatiently.
"Uh, I forgot about the time difference in China. You bastard, how did you talk to your dad?" On the other end of the phone was Fu Ming's father, Fu Zhongtian, who was in country r.
Fu Ming still remembers that his father was diagnosed with malignant brain cancer six years ago. When he was only fourteen and in junior high school, he heard the news like a bolt from the blue. Fu Zhongtian immediately went to Russia for surgery and recuperated here.
Six years have passed, but nothing has happened. At first, Fu Ming was still on tenterhooks, not daring to make his father angry, for fear that something would happen to his father. But now, Fu Ming has long lost his patience. This old man, maybe he is.
He didn't want to take over the business after he got better, so he couldn't hide in Country R. Fu Ming often had this thought.
That is, from then on, Fu Ming, who was fourteen years old, began to receive special education from various "teachers". At the age of fourteen, it was the time when other children enjoyed a carefree life. But for Fu Ming
Generally speaking, the first few years were indeed not a life for human beings. When Fu Ming was fourteen years old, he saw for the first time how people were killed by weapons. He understood the power of weapons.
Understand the fragility of life.
Every time he hears his father's voice, Fu Ming always has various past events in his mind, some of which he never wants to remember. Fu Ming rubbed his eyes, sighed deeply, and thought
Put these things behind you.
"What's the matter, Dad?"
"Listen carefully. Now turn on your computer and book a ticket to Beirut, Lebanon. The earlier the departure time, the better." Fu Zhongtian's voice was urgent, as if the matter was indeed very urgent.
"Isn't the meeting of the International Arms Merchants Committee (also known as the Commercial Committee) in three days?" Fu Ming asked in confusion. About a week ago, Fu Zhongtian just told him that he wanted him to take part in the three-year meeting on his behalf.
An IADC meeting. This was the second time Fu Ming attended such a meeting. The first time he attended the meeting, Fu Ming clearly remembered that when he was sitting on the chair, his legs could barely reach the ground.
Fu Zhongtian on the phone sighed and coughed dryly. "Vasily Ivanovich was killed in the crossfire between the *** armed forces and the government forces. It is not yet known who did it. iadc
The original agenda has been canceled and the plan has been reworked. The IADC meeting will be held in Berlin, the capital of Germany, three months later. I will send you an email."
"Dad, my condolences..." Fu Ming's throat moved and he could only squeeze out these four words. He vaguely remembered that at the IADC meeting three years ago, only Vasily, a Russian with a big beard, was there.
He took good care of him, and Vasily had a good relationship with his father.
"The phone bill is expensive, stop talking about these useless things. IADC has decided to hand over all his business contacts in Lebanon to us and another arms dealer. I don't know the situation on the other side, but I will understand it when I get to the place.
It may be a tough one, so be careful." Fu Zhongtian's words are very correct. The current situation in Lebanon is very unstable. Even the *** armed forces have different factions. In one day, there may be three to four armed regimes of different factions fighting.
Fighting back and forth, it was very confusing.
Of course, this is undoubtedly a good thing for an arms dealer. Controlling the source of weapons in Lebanon will not only allow him to make a fortune, but if he bets on the right faction and provides strong support to it, after this faction comes to power, the benefits will definitely be huge.
Unimaginable. With a country as your backing, both economy and power will be greatly improved.
"I understand. The flight ticket is at 7 o'clock this morning. I will probably arrive in Lebanon tomorrow afternoon. I will try my best to find out who to negotiate with." After hearing the news, Fu Ming suddenly became energetic and lost all sleep. He had already booked it.
I got my flight ticket and even started looking for my passport and packing my luggage with my mobile phone under my arm.
"Also... Vasily's ashes may not be returned to China. Russia will not accept it. If he is buried in Lebanon, go say hello for me. Be careful." Fu Zhongtian thought for a while and said it.
Got this sentence.
"I know." Fu Ming smiled slightly, but did not laugh out loud. He knew that his father was a man who valued friendship and loyalty, and he knew it even if he refused to admit it. Fu Ming hung up the phone.
Two hours later, Fu Ming had prepared all the things. Because he often had to run outside, many things were almost put together. He opened the cabinet and threw them into the bag, which was considered packed.
Just as Fu Ming was about to carry his bag and go to the lobby to wake everyone up and tell them about this, he heard the sound of his room door.
"Is this Uncle Fu? Please come in."
Among the eleven people around him, only Fu Bo got up so early, and only Fu Bo had the best information.
"Boss." Fudong is a man in his early fifties, but he doesn't look that old. His eyes are deep-set and sparkling. Fudong is the smartest person in Fu Ming's team and also their strategist.
"You already know the news." Fu Ming washed his face, wiped the plain glasses he used to cover up, and put them on. At this moment, he looked much more gentle. With his thin face and gentle glasses, it is difficult for ordinary people to imagine a military weapon.
Shang is actually like this!
"Well, Vasily was a good man. It's a pity that he died." Fudong said this, but there was no emotion on his face. "Are you ready to go to Lebanon?"
"Time is limited, and there are not enough air tickets. I will go by myself today. I will leave the rest to you, Uncle Forbes. Lebanon is in a war, and there are so many people in the country vying to go. It is really hard to understand."
Ming carefully checked the package to see if any contraband had been brought in. China's airport security was not that easy to fool. If the boat capsized in the gutter, you would be laughed out of your face.
"A country in a war period is a good opportunity for businessmen and journalists to make a fortune. Agents will not let go of any information. Although there are many people going to their own country, there are also many people going there.
"Fudong casually found a seat and sat down.
"I'm responsible for their air tickets and equipment, you just go there first. Be careful, it's very messy." Fudong nodded slightly. "Would you like to take your things with you?" He pointed to the place next to the pillow.
A Type 92 pistol.
"Boss, you'd better not bring something with such obvious identity on you, it will easily reveal your nationality."
Fu Ming just smiled and said, "Okay, I will listen to you this time. I don't need to take my things with me. If it doesn't work, I'll find an embassy to stay overnight when I get there. No matter what armed faction they are, they don't dare to trespass on the Chinese Ambassador.
Also, I need all the information about the person you are negotiating with, tell me everything you think you should tell me, and how much time it will take."
Fudong thought for a moment, "When you get off the plane tomorrow, you can receive my satellite phone call."
"Very good." Fu Ming carried his luggage on his back, "Then I'll leave first."
"Take care, boss." Fudong watched Fu Ming walk out of the room, took out his cell phone and pressed a few times. "You don't have to give me anything, I just need to know your name and one million US dollars."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't say anything, just hung up the phone. Fudong smiled faintly, closed his eyes, and was thinking about something.
Fu Ming walked out of the villa quickly. There were still two hours before the plane took off, and his location was still an hour's drive from the airport. There was a traffic jam in the morning, and Fu Ming didn't want to delay the plane. This is a coastal city.
In the villa area on the outskirts of the district, people who can afford to buy houses here are either rich or expensive, and there are many officials who take care of their mistresses here. There are several luxury cars parked at the entrance and garage of almost every villa in the villa area.
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The villa that Fu Ming walked out of was the most inconspicuous one in the entire villa area. Some people might even think that it was the residence of the administrator of the villa area. It had no exterior decorations and only two domestically produced cars parked outside the gate, which made it appear quite ordinary.
Somewhat worn.
Fu Ming didn't think this was his home. After all, he bought this house after he entered high school. Twelve people lived in it. Except for himself and Fu Dong, the other ten people were mercenary security personnel.
This is his entire team.
Fu Ming looked back at the house, then at the watch, and then walked out of the villa area without looking back. He casually got into another taxi, and just as he closed the door, he heard the ringtone of his cell phone again.
"Uncle Fu, is there any news? It's getting faster and faster."
"Thank you, boss. I didn't find out the other party's specific information, and I don't think there is any need to check it. You will be very interested in this name, and you are also very familiar with it." Fudong's voice was very calm.
"Text message here." Fu Ming looked at the taxi driver in the rearview mirror and hung up the phone randomly.
"Go to the airport."
The driver didn't say anything, just put the car in gear and hit the accelerator.
The wheels slowly turned, the taxi slowly increased its speed, and the text message alert on Fu Ming's cell phone also rang.
The content of the text message was very simple, just like what Fudong said, there was only one name.
"Coco Hyacindias."
"Coco Heike Indias," Fu Ming recited silently in his mind, "it is rumored to be a woman named White Rose of Death. But I still like to call you Little Cherry. Girls should play with dolls at home.
, what kind of arms are you selling!”
The images in Fu Ming's mind gradually became clearer. He remembered the little girl who chased him and snatched the doll in his hand on the beach in Hawaii ten years ago. At that time, the girl's name was not White Rose of Death, but Little Cherry.
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"It looks like it will go very smoothly." Facts have proved that Fu Ming's idea was too simple.