Chapter 279 English is good, you have to learn it Madison smiled, picked up one of the Spanish silver coins, and introduced it with love and pride: "I picked up this coin from a flea market when I was 29 years old. At that time, I was just a sales clerk in a pawn shop. I always thought that it brought me good luck because it brought me my first $6 in income! I used this first pot of gold to open a small shop and started my legendary life! Later, when I became rich, I bought it back at a high price." Zhang Ailun was also a little surprised. Looking at the Spanish silver coins of varying quality, it seemed that each one was telling its own story. He took out his own coin, opened the box and placed it on the table. "Although I couldn't help you get it all, it's probably only a matter of time," Zhang Ailun said. "The condition of your dime is really good." Madison was also a little surprised. He picked it up, looked at it for a few times, and couldn't let it go. "This is the coin the previous owner found in the fish's belly. They were very lucky!" said Zhang Ailun. "I like the koi fish that bring good luck." Madison laughed and said, "Mr. Jin, how much do you want to give me for this horn coin?" "Money is not that important to me. Since this coin can bring good luck to Mr. Madison, it has no great value in my hands. I just need to sell it at the original price." Zhang Allen smiled: "It is enough to make friends with Mr. Madison with this coin." "How can that be possible? Five million, how about that? I'll buy this coin. After all, I can't let you make a trip in vain. Otherwise, if people get out, they'll think I'm bullying you." Madison shook his head and immediately gave a number. "Ok. Deal." Zhang Ailun also nodded. As expected of a great collector, he is generous.
"cheers!!" They both raised their glasses and drank. After some more chatting and laughing, Madison felt a little unwell, so he got up and left with his collection, leaving only the female assistant to help process the transaction and transfer the money. The chief leader provided Gwen with the account of the Hamburg Foundation, and the other party quickly sent someone to transfer the money. I received a notification that the account had arrived, and my income was +500 million US dollars. Zhang Ailun showed a satisfied smile, and the female assistant also came over, holding her throat and dribbling the ball to bump into him, "Mr. Jin, there is still some time before the party starts. Do you need me to bathe and change clothes for you, and give you a massage?" "Of course." Zhang Ailun did not refuse her kindness, and directly hugged her and walked into the bathroom of the box. The process was naturally very comfortable, and little Alan was also very angry. An hour later, Zhang Ailun walked out of the door looking refreshed, followed closely by his female assistant Gwen, her face flushed and her legs a little weak. Zhang Ailun kindly asked her to take a rest, and then went to the hall and got a glass of ice water from the bunny girl to quench her thirst. Colonel Wood, who had been waiting for a long time, came over with his glass in his hand and said meaningfully, "Mr. King talks for a really long time. It's good to be young!" "I can't help it. It's a gift." Zhang Ailun replied with a smile, "Colonel, you should have felt the same way when you were young." Wood disagreed, but he didn't say it. "I heard that you also invested in an armed nation and did business with the military district in Los Angeles." Colonel Wood asked with a smile. "Yes, I have always been paying attention to the news about arms trade and I am very interested in this aspect. However, I rarely find anything good. I basically just do some small orders. After all, it takes qualifications to arm the nation." Zhang Ailun answered modestly. "You are a billionaire now, and you have acquired a recycling company. You will never have any worries in your life. You are already qualified enough. The qualification issue is for those outside the circle." Colonel Wood smiled, looked around, and said, "I have something I want to sell. I wonder if Mr. Jin is interested?" Zhang Ailun didn't expect that before he had even chatted with him for a few words and mentioned the idea of purchasing arms, the other party came to his door on his own initiative. It seems that the identity of a billionaire is very useful no matter where you go. After all, you are really rich and they really want to make money from you. By exchanging resources, everyone can have a bright future, so why not do it?
"Mr. Wood, you can tell me about it." Zhang Allen nodded. "Our military district recently launched a new tender to purchase a batch of Black Hawk helicopters and Apache attack helicopters. Currently, there are seven Black Hawk helicopters in service that are ready to be included in the retirement list and export project, but we have not found a suitable buyer yet. Several qualified armed countries and companies have contacted us, but their quotations are not satisfactory to us." said Colonel Wood. "I wonder how much you are willing to pay for a Black Hawk helicopter in US dollars?" Zhang Ailun asked. "The market price of a Black Hawk helicopter is 700 million . dollars. Of course, our helicopters have been in service for many years, and there are many problems with the parts that have not been dealt with. The market price of a second-hand Black Hawk is only around 200 to 500 million . dollars," replied Colonel Wood. "I heard that someone once bought a Black Hawk helicopter for $70," Zhang Ailun asked in confusion. "You should be talking about damaged and retired aircraft. Under normal circumstances, such armed helicopters need to be sent to the aircraft graveyard for disposal, and the cannon and machine guns need to be disarmed and reported. In principle, they cannot be exported again. However, our Black Hawks are retired normally and there are not too many problems. They can be bought and sold normally. The equipment, cannons and various instruments are also intact. However, the military region generally needs qualifications to export retired aircraft. We have not obtained this qualification for the time being, so we plan to sell them domestically at a price of 260 million to 300 million US dollars per Black Hawk." Colonel Wood said, "Mr. Madison invited me to the party this time. Several arms dealers and people from arms companies are also here to promote this business cooperation. They just quoted me a price and are willing to buy a Black Hawk helicopter for $240 million. I heard that Mr. Jin also has investment business in this area, so I wanted to come and ask if you have any intention to buy it." Zhang Ailun pretended to be thoughtful and said cheerfully: "Of course I am very interested in armed helicopters. I have bought second-hand Gazelle helicopters before and also owned a Little Bird helicopter, but their quality and price are definitely not comparable to the Black Hawk. I can buy each Black Hawk helicopter for $260 million. What do you think of this price?" Colonel Wood was a little surprised, but soon he pretended to be embarrassed, "This price is indeed very good, but we need to think about it again after we go back, but I can guarantee that at least two Black Hawk helicopters will be reserved for you by then." "That's great. Two Black Hawks are enough for me. After all, I have no use for so many helicopters except for collection. It's also troublesome to find someone to sell them. Maybe the military district should refer to the quotes of other arms companies and the Armed Nation." Zhang Ailun smiled and didn't seem to care too much. Colonel Wood was also a little confused and talked to the assistant next to him. According to their expectations, the other party should be very interested in Black Hawk, so why is he so ambiguous and indifferent now? In fact, the quotes from those arms companies and Armed Nation are generally only around US$180 million to US$220 million, because there are a lot of problems with retired aircraft, and it costs money to find someone to repair and maintain them afterwards. If something goes wrong, you have to fix it, right? If parts are broken, you have to replace them, right? Are the bullets for armed equipment free? Labor costs are also very expensive, and they basically have to ask the ground crew of their military region to refurbish them again. They can also make another profit from purchasing bullets and artillery shells from them. American equipment is notoriously fragile and expensive. Unless it is exported and sold domestically, and has been tested in harsh environments, it will be tough and durable. In fact, there are not many fools willing to buy it, except for third world countries and militants who really lack air power. It's not like there is no market for the Z-10, Z-20, Mi-8 and Mi-24. The market price of the Mi-24 is about 1200 million US dollars. In the second-hand arms market, a 7% new Mi-24 is only priced at around 450 million US dollars. The prices of retired and damaged aircraft are even lower, almost at a discount. Although the Black Hawk is famous, the 70% new female deer is more cost-effective. Even if a used Black Hawk is sold for $500 million, the cost price accounts for half of it, and the profit left to the middlemen is actually not that much. They are actually more willing to buy cheap gazelles and birds, at least they don’t have so much technical content. As they were talking, a few supermodels and girls, as well as Melissa, the host of the underground casino, came over and greeted the chief. Zhang Allen also responded with a smile, then stood up and prepared to leave, "Mr. Wood, I'm sorry to leave you first." "Go ahead." Watching the leader leave and chatting and laughing with a few blonde girls, Colonel Wood felt a little helpless, thinking about how to keep this big client. "Mr. Jin, are you still engaged in the arms trading business?" Melissa said with a smile. "It's just a small business. The most business I do is resource recycling." Zhang Allen smiled slightly: "I guess Mr. Wood is not short of arms companies and armed nations to trade with. I guess there is no hope." "That's not necessarily true. I heard that Mr. Wood's term of office has expired and he needs to be transferred to another military district or choose to retire honorably. I think they also want to sell the arms as soon as possible and only keep the newly purchased equipment to leave a good impression on the new officers. In the past, a customer wanted to buy their Black Hawk helicopter, and it cost at least 500 million US dollars." The blonde girl next to her said with a smile. High emotional intelligence, leaving a good impression on newly appointed officers. Low EQ, make money! Balance the account! "Honey, where did you get the news?" Zhang Ailun was a little surprised. The blonde girl smiled and came over, dribbling the ball and bumping into him, "Some of my channels and acquaintances have done business with Mr. Wood. Mr. Jin, I also have investments in gold shops and jewelry stores in Los Angeles, as well as designs for sexy lingerie. I think we are very compatible with each other." "I think so too. Cheers." Zhang Ailun raised his glass and clinked it with hers. He did not reject her initiative to come to him, but simply hugged her in his arms to comfort her.
Several people were talking and laughing. Melissa suggested visiting the zoo and the collection museum, and Zhang Ailun did not refuse. He went out and took a car to the destination. Here, I once again saw little lions, little leopards, little bears, little elephants and other animals locked in cages. The chief leader also fed them a few live broiler chickens and North American gray rabbits, but the little animals were basically lazy and too lazy to move. They were fat and had big ears. It was obvious that there were professional people taking care of them on weekdays, and they had enough food and water. After visiting the museum collection in Madison again, they found several new collections. Zhang Allen also took out his mobile phone, took a few photos and sent them to Old Jack. Old Jack: What do you mean? Are you going to start here? Where is this? There are so many treasures. It's a bit like Madison's private museum, right? Zhang Ailun: You guessed it right. I am on Madison’s private island. Can you tell the value of these antiques? Old Jack: How did you get in? There must be a lot of security personnel on the island. I advise you not to have any bad ideas. Zhang Ailun: How is that possible? I have plenty of money to spend now, so there is no need to go back to my old job. I just think these things are pretty good. I was invited to the island by Mr. Madison as an official guest. Old Jack: There must be so many exciting programs there that you must be overwhelmed by the choices! Allen Zhang: Absolutely. He immediately took some photos of the bodies of several hot beauties around him. The other party also cooperated by arching her waist and hips, holding the wall with one hand, turning back and smiling, lifting up her skirt, and enthusiastically inviting you to press the F key to enter the cockpit. Old Jack: ... Damn, what a beast. Accompanied by a few hot and beautiful beauties, I toured the island and then took a car back to the villa area. Of course, the relationship between them also improved a lot. After all, the chief leader was rich and spoke well. We have already entered the stage of the final round home run. Then, at their enthusiastic invitation, the leader went into the private room next door to do some body art research and learn English pronunciation. English is good, you have to learn it. Time soon came to the early morning hours. The sound of fireworks could be heard outside and gorgeous scenery could be seen through the window. The chief leader looked at the time and felt that they could not stay here for long. I immediately got dressed, said goodbye to a few beauties whose names I didn’t remember, kissed each other goodbye, and added contact information. When I went out, I met Colonel Wood, who was drinking and chatting, and the boss of the Armed Nation, as well as the directors of Madison and Blue Pharmaceuticals. It turns out that he is an old acquaintance? Zhang Ailun walked over and said hello. "I didn't expect it to be you, Mr. Jin, long time no see." The boss of Armed Nation exclaimed in amazement. "Hello." Zhang Ailun nodded with a smile. Colonel Wood also said: "Mr. Jin, we will seriously consider your offer. If you have time another day, you can come to our military base for an inspection." "If I have time some other day, I will visit your base." Zhang Ailun greeted Madison again with a smile and explained that he had some personal matters to take care of. "Are you leaving now? The fireworks show has just begun and there is still half an hour before the event starts." Madison said with some regret. "If I stay any longer I might have to be hospitalized." Zhang Ailun said half-jokingly.
"Hahaha, this shows that Mr. Jin is very popular. I'll send someone to take you to the airport." Madison laughed, called the female assistant, and asked the driver to drive to the airport. Zhang Ailun waved goodbye and went out to call Xige and the Beggars' Sect disciples who were enjoying the fireworks show. "Boss, are you leaving now?" Sig and Bailey were a little surprised. Giving up halfway? This is not your style. Zhang Ailun smiled and said, "Go back and rest." Without explaining too much, he sat in the back seat of the Cadillac: "The work has been done, and there is no point in staying here. Do you want to continue staying up late here? Or do you want to accept a tip or reward from a rich man like Qiao Sen did?" In a while, besides fireworks, there might be gunshots here. "Of course not." Sig immediately replied that Qiao Sen was a warrior and the show here was really exciting. Without saying anything else, he got into another car with Bailey and headed to the airport. The driver drove the vehicle to the airport smoothly. Zhang Ailun said goodbye to his female assistant Gwen and landed his Cirrus Airship. It was not until Bailey started the plane and flew away from the private island, and looked out the window at the neon lights shrinking into a small piece, that he breathed a sigh of relief. Very good, I avoided being pressed on the head by the CIA. (End of this chapter)
