After more than three years, Yerif looked a lot more mature than before.
Whether it was his beard or face, it was a far cry from the handsome prince he used to be. His belly even showed signs of putting on weight.
The old king was aging day by day, and he, the crown prince, was gradually pushed to the front of the stage. In front of various social events, he gradually erased his edges and became a qualified heir.
"Long time no see, my dear friend!"
Yerif warmly welcomed him with open arms. Yerif gave Jiang Chen a passionate hug.
"Long time no see." Jiang Chen smiled and gestured to the room next to him. "This way please."
There were too many people in the banquet hall and it was not suitable for business.
Before entering, Jiang Chen invited his old friend to the reception room downstairs in the name of catching up.
"I'm taking a big risk by helping you." Yerif gestured to the bodyguards next to him and motioned them to stand at the door. After the door closed, he lowered his voice and said to Jiang Chen, "You don't understand the grievances between our sects. If you have, you should know that we are enemies with the Syrians, and that we would like nothing better than for Bassar to go now, at once, than to support him and his foolish doctrine with the Russians. "
Although Saudi Arabia and the UA were unwilling to admit it.
But in fact, it was they who provided money and weapons that created the "monster" IS in Syria.
But what did it matter?
This was the decision of the Saudi royal family, and it did not mean that Yerif agreed with it.
"But I feel that you will definitely be an enlightened king. You will bring some changes to your country and your world. You should be very clear that any religion will eventually usher in secularization. If you can't adapt to this era, you will only be run over by the wheel of time, "Jiang Chen said softly.
"I don't want to talk about faith with an atheist," Yerif said with a straight face, "and my father."
"If I offended you, I apologize," Jiang Chen said softly.
Jiang Chen knew very well that although the young Prince Yerif belonged to the Sunni sect like his royal family, he was more open-minded than the Shiites. For example, he never covered his concubine's head with a headscarf at the parties he held abroad. For example, he could sit here quietly and chat with a heretic who had no faith. He could even become friends with them.
Perhaps this was related to his early experience of studying in the United States, or perhaps it was because he often came into contact with some Western capitalists.
In short, there were no barriers between him and Jiang Chen.
This was why Jiang Chen was willing to be friends with him.
"… Listen, you refused to let us build a temple here, and you even used a … a type of tree that can produce oil to destroy our oil prices. In short, you and your business are not welcome in the Persian Gulf, at least not by the royal family. If it weren't for your freshwater that irrigated the garden of the Holy City, my father wouldn't have sent an ambassador to you in such a friendly manner. "Yerif stared at the general.
"This is nothing." Jiang Chen smiled as if he didn't take what he said seriously. He said emotionlessly, "If you stand on my side, maybe we can turn your desert into a prairie."
Turning a desert into a grassland?
Yerif paused for a second.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"For us, it's not difficult. Or do you think it's more difficult to grow grass in the desert on Earth than on the bottom of the sea or even on Mars? " Jiang Chen coughed, "Don't digress. We can wait until you become the king to discuss' transforming nature '. We are now discussing another issue."
Yerif calmed down, leaned back in the chair, and quietly waited for Jiang Chen to continue.
"I have a batch of weapons in my hands and a group of well-trained South African mercenaries. I need you to help me send them from the Persian Gulf into Syria and ensure a supply route from the Persian Gulf to the Syrian border for me. Don't say it's impossible. I know you have a way, "Jiang Chen stared into Yerif's eyes and said seriously.
These mercenaries from the slums of Madagascar were cheap cannon fodder. They were the historical relics of the time when Celestial Trade and the Freemasonry competed for control of Madagascar. They were non-staff personnel in Celestial Trade's corporate army system.
They were well-trained and large in number. Even without kinetic skeletons, they could form a strong combat force.
"But why should I help you? What benefits can you give me? "Yerif spread out his hands and smiled." Money? You know I don't lack that. "
On the negotiation table, especially on a negotiation table of this level, friendship was not enough to be a bargaining chip.
And Jiang Chen didn't expect him to help him just because he helped him build a "robot". After all, as Yerif said, he would take a big risk, and if the matter was exposed, he would be expelled from the royal family. If it weren't for that favor, he wouldn't be sitting here talking to Jiang Chen.
Jiang Chen looked at Yerif, smiled, and said slowly.
"I can tell you the truth. The mercenary group I plan to send to Syria is about 10,000 people. They are proficient in using drones and are good at using various modern vehicles. Originally, these people worked for Arrow, then they were incorporated by us to fight against the Freemasonry. After the Syrian problem is solved, I don't plan to continue to support these people. I can transfer them to you. "
"Ten thousand people?" Yerif also laughed and shook his head. "What can ten thousand people do? I advise you not to get involved in the affairs in the desert. No matter what deal you reached with the Russians, this is a wrong decision. "
Ten thousand people, and they were all infantry.
If it was the orbital airborne troops of Celestial Trade, it would be fine. But from Jiang Chen's tone, these ten thousand people were just a group of infantry without the protection of kinetic skeletons or main battle tanks. If they were thrown into the swamp of Syria, they wouldn't even make a splash.
One had to know that Bassar's regular army numbered more than three hundred thousand.
However, when Jiang Chen heard Yerif's words, he just smiled.
"Then what if I tell you that the combat power of these ten thousand people is comparable to fifty thousand people?"
The room suddenly became quiet.
His fingers tightly clenched the armrest of the chair, Yerif gulped and looked at Jiang Chen suspiciously.
"That's impossible. How can you be sure that their combat power is comparable to fifty thousand people?"
"Nothing is impossible," Jiang Chen shrugged. Jiang Chen shrugged. "These people once served Arrow of the Freemasonry and later accepted our reorganization. One is the most powerful military company in the old era, and the other is the most powerful private armed forces in the new era. These ten thousand people are not mobilized soldiers or volunteers from the reserves. They are a group of monsters with combat power comparable to special forces. The blood stained with their hands can only belong to warriors as powerful as them, not a group of unarmed civilians. "
In order to avoid exposing their identity, it was true that these mercenaries would not be equipped with kinetic skeletons.
But even without kinetic skeletons, he still had the genetic vaccine.
A shot of E-grade genetic vaccine on the arm, and after half a month of physical training, he would be a little superman. So what if they didn't have kinetic skeletons? Their reaction ability and battlefield survivability were the same as ordinary people. Other than the regular army of Celestial Trade, which force could use special forces to form an entire infantry division?
Yerif fell into silence.
In name, he was a supporter of fundamentalism, but deep in his heart, he did not agree with this status quo. As Jiang Chen said, secularization was the ultimate future of all faiths. Dubai next door was an example. Although the amount of oil was pitiful, it was much more prosperous than his hometown.
However, change was not so simple.
Even the crown prince of a country, even the future king, could not do whatever he wanted in his kingdom. He could be reckless, spend the royal family's money, and squander the entire royal family's savings, but if he dared to start a religious revolution in the country, the army that supported the fundamentalism would immediately aim their guns at him and push his uncle or brother to the throne.
Jiang Chen's conditions were tempting.
A division of mercenaries.
After solving the problem in Syria, this powerful force would become a private army loyal only to him.
If he wanted to make some changes in his country, he must have a military force that was absolutely loyal to him. And this military force would be supported by Celestial Trade, which would also become the biggest reliance for him to change his kingdom in the future.
Moreover, it would be best if it was a group of infidels who did not care about right or wrong and killed without mercy …
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