Inside the military factory in Oceania.
Jiang Chuan put down his phone and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long breath.
With Task Force 141 handling the pickup of those steel pipes and gas tanks, he no longer had to worry about not having enough mortars.
Most importantly, as long as his idea worked and the steel pipes and gas tanks could be put to great use, then he could keep this batch of orders going indefinitely.
Still, he needed to see how well they performed after being modified.
Ding-dong.
Just then.
A notification popped up on his computer screen.
It was a bank transfer notification—70 million had been added to his bank account.
Jiang Chuan was briefly stunned when he saw it, then quickly caught on.
“This big client that Zhang Songyang introduced really is a big client. Sending the money over so readily—they’re actually pretty trustworthy.”
Jiang Chuan smiled.
Looking at the extra 70 million in his account, Jiang Chuan let out a breath of relief and stretched comfortably.
In just over a month, he had earned 70 million, plus several million Eagle Coins from the Smaha organization. He had to admit—being an arms dealer really was an extremely easy way to make money.
Of course, that was also because he didn’t need to worry about so-called costs. The military factory was a system reward, and the early materials were bought with military-industrial points, so he had no cost requirements at all.
If those costs were factored in, then even if he had hundreds of millions in capital in his account, after deducting costs, he’d probably only make about a third of it.
The arms industry did have high profits, but the costs were huge too. All kinds of operating costs, plus miscellaneous expenses—all of it was money, and all of it had to be calculated.
“I just wonder if they’ll want another batch after they finish this one. The military factory is just getting started—it still needs big orders like this,” Jiang Chuan murmured to himself.
No sooner had he spoken than the satellite phone beside him rang.
He picked it up and saw that it was the big client Zhang Songyang had introduced.
“Is this… them getting ready to buy again?” Jiang Chuan looked at the satellite phone with a smile.
…
In the conference room of the Qingcheng Police Bureau.
Zhou Ran, Wang Hai, Gu Yuan, and the others sat together, all eyes on Jiang Zhuyu.
The task of contacting Jiang Chuan this time had been assigned to Jiang Zhuyu. The reason was simple: Jiang Zhuyu was a woman, which gave her a natural advantage when talking to Jiang Chuan. On top of that, her voice was very pleasant, making it more likely that Jiang Chuan would want to talk to her more.
Another reason was that Jiang Zhuyu had been the one to receive the goods last time. If Wang Hai were to contact Jiang Chuan again this time, it would easily raise Jiang Chuan’s suspicions.
Finally, Jiang Zhuyu had volunteered, asking Director Zhou to let her be the one to contact Jiang Chuan.
Because of all these factors, Jiang Zhuyu had successfully obtained the right to communicate with Jiang Chuan.
At this moment, Zhou Ran looked at Jiang Zhuyu, his face full of tension.
He was very afraid that after this call, Jiang Chuan would refuse to work with them anymore.
Because if that happened, it would mean the police had actually bought a shipment from Jiang Chuan and completed a transaction.
But their goal was to track Jiang Chuan down and bring him to justice.
And now, all their hopes rested on Jiang Zhuyu. As long as she could complete this mission, they had a chance to lure Jiang Chuan out and catch him on the spot!
To make sure this major arms dealer could never do evil again.
Beep, beep, beep!
The satellite phone gave a busy tone, but there was still no sign of it being answered.
Jiang Zhuyu glanced at the police officers present, and she couldn’t help but show a bit of nervousness on her face too.
She was also afraid that Jiang Chuan had sensed something. But Jiang Chuan hadn’t shown it—instead, he had waited until they sent the final payment and confirmed the transaction was complete before disappearing.
That was also possible.
And not just possible—quite likely.
But there was no other way. All the police could do now was send Jiang Chuan the final payment first to earn his trust, so they could continue negotiating a second deal with him.
“Hello, the guns are pretty good, aren’t they?”
Just when all the officers thought Jiang Chuan might not answer, his voice suddenly came through the satellite phone.
Zhou Ran and the other officers were startled, then immediately shut their mouths, even breathing carefully, afraid Jiang Chuan might hear someone on their end.
Jiang Zhuyu, however, seemed calm. She took a deep breath: “Hello, President Jiang. How are things? Did you receive the final payment?”
“I did. I have to say, your processing speed is pretty fast,” Jiang Chuan said with a laugh.
Then, without any small talk, he got straight to the point: “Go on. You called me again—what for? Surely not just to tell me the final payment came through?”
Jiang Zhuyu smiled: “See? Talking to a smart person really saves effort. President Jiang, our boss looked at your batch of guns and thought they were great. He’s planning to buy another batch.”
According to the original script, they were supposed to buy another batch—and buy more—so that Jiang Chuan would personally deliver the goods.
“Whoa, your boss really has a big appetite. Ten thousand guns and two hundred thousand rounds of ammunition—that’s enough to fight for days in the East Central District, isn’t it?” Jiang Chuan said with a cold laugh.
Hearing this, all the officers present tensed up.
Just from that one sentence, they could tell Jiang Chuan was testing them—definitely testing their identity.
Jiang Chuan was right. Ten thousand guns and two hundred thousand rounds of ammunition could sustain fighting in the East Central District for quite a while. If they couldn’t explain why they needed guns so frequently, Jiang Chuan might sense something was off and immediately cut off the deal.
Now the pressure was on Jiang Zhuyu. Whether they could continue the deal with Jiang Chuan depended on her next answer.
Jiang Zhuyu naturally knew this too, but she smiled calmly: “President Jiang, do you think that just because we bought ten thousand guns and two hundred thousand rounds on our first order, our appetite would be small?”
Zhou Ran and the other officers’ eyes widened as they all looked at Jiang Zhuyu.
They knew what she was trying to do, but they also knew she was taking a risky step.
If Jiang Zhuyu could explain it convincingly, it would not only dispel Jiang Chuan’s doubts today, but also incidentally dispel his suspicions about them.
From the current situation, it was very likely that Jiang Chuan was already suspicious of their identity.
After all, with such a massive transaction, it was hard not to be wary of the other party’s identity—even if the transaction wasn’t taking place inside Kyushu, but somewhere around it.
Hearing this, Jiang Chuan let out an “oh” and said nothing.
Jiang Zhuyu wasn’t in a hurry either. After waiting a moment, she spoke in an unhurried tone: “President Jiang, to be honest with you, we’re not like you. You have a military factory and channels. Us? We’re just small-time—selling some guns here and there, trading a few things.
President Jiang, to tell you the truth, those ten thousand guns—how many days could they last in the East Central District? According to our estimates, ten thousand guns and two hundred thousand rounds of ammunition could hold out in the East Central District for forty-two hours at most.”
