William was thinking about how to deal with Debis when Thor's voice came from the cabin broadcast, "Guys, please sit down. We're taking off."
Barney and the others looked at William. William nodded. "Let's go to South Africa."
"Understood," Barney answered and walked to the cockpit. Ten seconds later, the plane began to accelerate. After gliding a few hundred meters on the water, it slowly took off.
William, who was sitting in his seat and thinking for a long time, took out his private satellite phone and called his neighbor in New York, Yuri Orlov.
The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up. A very impatient voice came through. "Good morning, this is Yuri Orlov. Who is this?"
William held the satellite phone and wondered if he had called the wrong number. Or did Yuri eat gunpowder?
Last time at the householder's party on the Upper East Side, Yuri Orlov was very attentive to him. "Yuri, it's me, William Devonshire."
"Ah ha, I'm sorry, Mr. Devonshire?" Hearing that it was William's call, Yuri Orlov hurriedly apologized. "Something just happened. I apologize again for making you wait. What can I do for you, Mr. Devonshire?"
Yuri Orlov stood by the window and held the satellite phone as he spoke to William in a flattering tone.
He looked at the surveillance truck on the street below his house and stared fiercely at Jack Valentine, the captain of the International Light Weapons Proliferation Group, who walked out of the surveillance truck.
He had been monitored and monitored by Jack Valentine downstairs for more than six months. What annoyed Yuri was that Jack Valentine did not find trouble with other arms dealers who were more dangerous than him.
Instead, he kept a close eye on him, who only sold light weapons, causing him to lose millions of dollars in the past six months.
If it weren't for the bottom line in his heart, and the fact that keeping Jack Valentine to keep an eye on him was good for him, and he didn't have to worry about being shot in the back by the American officials, Yuriolov would have used his connections to get rid of Jack Valentine long ago.
But now, Yuri hated Jack Valentine so much that he was gnashing his teeth. Jack Valentine couldn't find his weakness, so he turned to his wife, Eva Fontaine.
When he thought of his wife, who did not know anything about daily necessities, he felt a headache and a sense of helplessness. Not only did she not help him, but she was also persuaded by Jack Valentine, the Virgin Mary, and forced him to stop and do proper business.
F * ck! Urey cursed his wife in his heart for being so ignorant. She was just provoked by a few words, and now she was targeting her husband. She didn't even think about how he could afford her extravagant spending if he didn't work so hard to earn money.
With the family's expenses and the mortgage for Central Park, Yuriolov had to spend at least $200,000 a month. If he hadn't made some money in Africa in the past few years and still had some money on hand, Yuriolov would have collapsed long ago.
Yuriolov, who was used to doing gray business, was used to the net profit of tens of millions of yuan in one business. He was not at all impatient to do the legitimate business of oil, wood, and ore. Not only did he make little money, but he was also restricted by rules and regulations.
This made Yuriolov, who was used to doing marginal business, very uncomfortable.
However, his bad mood immediately improved after receiving William's call, and Yuriolov's tense face finally showed a happy expression.
A tycoon like William was a super big customer for him. Otherwise, Yuri would not have been so eager to curry favor with William at the Upper East Side householders' gathering last time. If he could do business with a tycoon like William, his company, which was not doing well now, would immediately improve.
"Mr. Devonshire, no matter how much oil, wood, and ore you need, I can provide you with the lowest price and guarantee the quality."
"Oh, Yuri, I know what you do. What I want is not those things. Don't tell me you don't sell vacuum cleaners for the Angel King and mothers. I'm looking forward to your call, Mr. King of War."
William hung up the phone without waiting for Yuri's reply. He did not believe that Yuriolov, an arms dealer who had been doing business for almost 20 years, would really stop selling oil at home.
Listening to the beeping sound on the phone, Yuriolov stood by the window sill of his house in a daze. He understood what William meant by the vacuum cleaners for the Angel King and mothers.
The Angel King was the slang of these arms dealers. It meant AK, mother meant rocket launchers, vacuum cleaners meant helicopters, and mothers' vacuum cleaners meant armed helicopters.
Thinking that a person like William, who was worth billions of dollars, would definitely want a lot of things. Just selling a vacuum cleaner alone would make a profit of millions of dollars. This made Yuri, who had stopped doing business for half a year, very excited. He could not wait to fly to see William immediately.
According to his estimation, William could make a profit of at least a few million dollars, maybe even tens of millions of dollars. Most importantly, there were not many people like William who could afford to pay him. For arms dealers like them, William was a five-star platinum client. This was something that they had never dared to think about before.
Now, a heavenly client like Yuri had come knocking on his door, but he was hesitating. Thinking about the promise he had made to his goddess wife, Yuriolov's heart ached.
Yuriolov, who was regretting his decision, heard a knock on the door. His wife, Eva, walked in with a smile and said, "Yuri, the chief executive of Libia, Andre Bartes, will be here soon. You should pack up and get ready to meet him."
"Huh? Didn't we agree to meet at the hotel? Why is he here directly? "After thinking for a while, Yuri said," Help me get my clothes ready. I'll be right there. "
Yuriolov immediately made a decision. He couldn't help but want to return to the industry he was best at. Only the firearms industry could give Yuriolov a sense of accomplishment.
Andre Bartes, the chief executive of Libia, who had been doing business with him for more than ten years, had come personally. Yuri knew that he did not have much of a choice.
If he could not reach an agreement with Andre Bartes, who knew what Andre Bartes and his crazy son, Andre the Second, would do. At the very least, his wife and children would be in danger.
After packing up the documents, Yuri walked out of the study and put on his suit and tie with his wife, Eva. Just then, he heard the doorbell ring.
"Go on, dear. Don't let the guest wait. I'll prepare the drinks."
"Thank you, dear." Yuri opened the door and walked out. He saw Andre Bartes and his crazy son standing at the door, laughing.
"Damn it, Andre. Why did you come to my house directly? Can't you talk at the hotel?"
"Good morning, Yuri." Andre Bartes smiled and hugged Yuri. "It's not easy to find you. If I didn't have some connections in your country, I wouldn't have known that I had stopped being an arms dealer. Yuri, aren't you going to invite us in for a drink?"
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