Reborn Financial Overlord

One mouth needs to eat and drink every day, so what else can I do!

Ukraine, Odessa.

Located on the northwest coast facing the Black Sea, the harbor city is also an important trade port for the distribution of various materials in Ukraine and the capital of Odessa.

The combination of pure white marble buildings, retro three-dimensional architectural style and modern high-rise buildings makes this city full of unique and beautiful appearance.Standing in any direction of the city and looking up at the vast Black Sea in the distance, with the sea breeze blowing, it is refreshing.

Compared with other countries in the former Soviet Union, people from all over the world can be seen here.

Natives, Russians, Greeks, Jews, Bulgarians, Armenians, Germans, Koreans, Japanese, and even Chinese Hongkongers.

Before the disintegration of the Soviet Union, businessmen from all over the world came here to do business. With the establishment of diplomatic relations between Ukraine and other countries, it has become the largest material distribution center in Ukraine, accounting for 50.00% of Ukraine's total materials.

Large and small ships are docked at the port wharf, and merchants and dock workers who come and go collaborate to unload or load on the ship. Through here, the goods will enter Ukraine or all over the world.

Not far from the port, Peng San led a group of younger brothers wandering among the crowds coming and going.

Yellow skin is rare here and is not out of the ordinary.

Suddenly, a person came up behind Peng San and quietly patted him on the shoulder.

Startled, Peng San turned around quickly.

A young man of Chinese descent, with a dark complexion, his eyes gleaming, and a long scar on the bridge of his nose, which makes people feel the smell of iron and blood, grinning and laughing.

"cousin."

It was Zheng Zheng who came to Ukraine secretly.

The two exchanged simple greetings, and Zheng Zheng winked.People come and go in the port area, obviously not a good place to talk.

But at this moment, a young man with a crew cut called out to stop the two of them.

"Hey, buddy. Are you looking for ammunition?"

Peng San and Zheng, who were about to leave, looked at each other, not knowing who was coming.

"Guys. Don't worry. I'm not Interpol. AK, mines, grenades, pistols. What do you want?"

arms dealer.

No, it should be said that they are second-tier or third-tier arms dealers.

I am afraid that only the streets of Odessa can meet people who sell arms on the streets like this.

Zheng Zheng understood, and cast a playful glance at the young man.

There is an ax around his neck, his eyes are shining with confidence, and there is a taste of the same kind, his tone is sure, and he seems to be very sure of his own judgment.

After thinking about it, Zheng Zheng said.

"Is there anything else? We want to see the goods."

"This is not the place we promised. Come with me."

"..."

Soon, the group came to a remote place in Harbor Park.

Peng San took out his cigarette and casually scattered it.

But no one expected that the young man, who should be an arms peddler, took a puff like a starving ghost seeing food, and then desperately smoked the cigarette in his mouth.

The feeling of ecstasy with squinting eyes seems to be floating in the air.

"Ha. I like Huaxia brand cigarettes. I haven't smoked them for a long time. They are more than American tobacco sticks."

Peng San shrugged.

I feel pity for this poor kid, who came out to sell arms anyway, such a big business, why just one cigarette can be such a virtue.

Zheng Zheng obviously understood Ukraine's environment better than Peng San.

The Soviet army stationed in Odessa once had 10,000+ people, but since the fall of the Berlin Wall, these people have not been paid. The soldiers need to support their families, so naturally they secretly took out the weapons in the warehouse full, Unknowingly, an arms trading center has formed in Osad.

Countless people from all over the world came to Odessa because of the channels of weapons technical schools here.

With the disintegration of the Soviet Union, all parties are busy snatching luxury manor holiday villas on the Black Sea, luxury cars in Germany and the United States, and busy implementing privatization reforms. Who would care about the meaningless army.

Breathing out the smoke in his mouth, Zheng Zheng tentatively said.

"Brother. Do you have anything else besides what you just said?"

The young man rubbed his fingers.

"As long as you have money, nuclear bombs are not a problem."

"Cough cough!"

"Cough cough!"

Both Zheng Zheng and Peng San were choked.

Nima.

"Brother. You are a little too big."

The young man shrugged his shoulders to show his innocence, but his eyes fixed on the red box of cigarettes in Peng San's hand.

Peng San was not a stingy person, so he handed over the half-packed Zhonghua.

"Dude. Be serious. What have you got."

Ukrainians do not have the habit of sharing cigarettes. Young people light up cigarettes and take a puff, savoring the mellow taste of nicotine.

"What I said is true. I can satisfy any weapon you need. Of course, the premise is that you need to have enough money. For example, if you need a nuclear bomb, the price is clearly marked, 100 million US dollars. Only US dollars."

"FUCK."

Peng San couldn't help but cursed.

Zheng Zheng was also deeply speechless. For 100 million US dollars, nuclear bombs can be sold, which is really blowing up.

"Hey man. Listen to me, we don't need to hear your bragging, we need to see something before we buy it. OK"

"..."

Chapter 38 Absurd Reality

Movies are always adapted from facts, but facts are always more absurd than movies.

A dilapidated Gasang off-road vehicle drove to the Odyssey garrison base, and the guards with live ammunition at the gate were like decorations, allowing the car to roar into the gate of the base through the gate.

The car is unimpeded all the way, and you can see all kinds of luxurious war weapons along the way.

The Tupolev and Miguel fighter jets are parked on the runway of the base one after another, and the loaded missiles hanging make it clear that they are not toys.The 24PU1 armed helicopter group painted in army green, with 57mm and 122mm rocket launchers hanging below, the armored tank vehicle as huge as a steel behemoth, and the faint gun chamber seems to emit a dim light, which makes people instinctively feel palpitations.

Peng San felt that his brain was not enough.

He always thought that young people who dare to sell arms when they see anyone on the street are just second-hand or third-hand dealers, members of low-level clubs.

But now, they have entered the guard base of the Black Navy in a grand manner.

It was even more dreamlike than dreaming.

The Odyssey garrison base is huge, and it took 10 minutes for the car to drive to a place that seemed to be an office area.

Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko, a second-rate dealer in the eyes of Peng San, stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car.

"Hi. Guys, take my word for it."

Can you not believe it?

Peng San stared blankly at the various tools of war at the base, his head was dazed for a while, and thinking about what Kurishenko had said, he still couldn't believe what he had encountered.

After all, Zheng Zheng has gone further, and his vision is wider than that of Peng San who has been staying in Hong Kong. What he saw and did along the way made him feel that something was wrong.

How could ordinary arms dealers bring them into the Odyssey garrison base.

really.

"Zheng. Are you surprised?"

A slightly familiar voice came from behind, a tall young man with a hooked nose and white skin came here at some point.

In an instant, Zheng Zheng understood what was going on.

Marat Savage, the two had secretly talked on the phone. Obviously, this is the person Shen Jiannan asked him to come to Ukraine to wait for.

No one understood why Peng Er would appear in the most heavily guarded base in Odessa.

But it doesn't matter.

Zheng Zheng stretched out his hand and seriously shook hands with Marat Savage.

"Comrade. Hello."

Ha ha--

Zheng Zheng's serious address made Marat Savage laugh. He hadn't heard such a title for a long time.

"Zheng. You're so funny. But I'm not gay. I've never been interested in men."

"Okay. What's going on here."

Marat Savic smiled, pointed at Poppy Alimovich Kurishenko and introduced him.

"He is the nephew of General Kurishenko. I just had a conversation with the general, so I asked him to pick you up."

Pause.

Marat Savage leaned over Zheng Zheng's ear and lowered his voice to add something in Chinese.

"He's Jewish."

What is a Jew?

According to the definition of the Judaism Law "Halaka", all those who convert to Judaism and those born to Jewish mothers are Jewish.

And the Jews have a well-known adage that there is nothing in this world that cannot be sold.

People's habits are always contagious, Zheng Zheng subconsciously imitated someone's movements and raised his eyebrows.

Poppy Alimovich Kurishenko ignored the whispering between the two, took out a cigarette and lit it, and asked Marat Savage.

"How was the talk with my uncle?"

Marat Savage shrugged.

"You know your uncle's character. He is a hero of the Soviet Union, look down on a scum like me."

"It seems that I still have to go and talk to him."

After finishing speaking, Bobby Alimovich Kurishenko took a step and walked towards the office of the garrison base.

"Zheng, do you think little Kurishenko can convince his uncle?"

When Zheng Zhenggang came here, he naturally knew nothing, so he could only speak honestly.

"I do not know."

"I think. He must be able to convince the old Kurishenko that the guy has only one descendant. I believe he will make a choice?"

Since ancient times, heroes and generals are not allowed to see gray hair in the world.

Once upon a time, Dimic Kurishenko was a well-known hero of the Soviet military, leading an army of hundreds of thousands, overwhelming European countries with difficulty breathing.

At that time, how proud and glorious the old Kurishenko was.

But now, he is old.

His hair is gray, his waist is no longer straight, and his face is covered with wrinkles.

Looking at his elderly uncle, Kurishenko's eyes twinkled with pity.His parents died in the war, and he was raised by the old Kurishenko. He was alone all his life and never enjoyed life well.

"Uncle, can you stop being so stubborn. There are so many things in the warehouse. If we sell some, who will know."

"This is the property of the government and I have no right to sell these things."

"God. Uncle, go and see how your subordinates are living. They haven't been paid for several months. Who do you think sold the missing weapons in the warehouse?"

"..."

"That's the soldier who trusts you the most, the soldier who puts his life in your hands. You just let them, let their families live that kind of life? Uncle, do you know how much a bottle of vodka costs now? So much this winter Cold, no salary, how do you let their families live?"