"What, I'm surprised."

"No, the arms are not easy to touch than marijuana. Young Master, you are really going to make this thing." The monk was a little stupid. He never expected that he would talk about the arms as he chatted.

"Martial arts are fun, it seems to make more money than drug trafficking." With a smile, Emperor Ye agreed.

"It seems that young master, you have already made up your mind."

"I seemed to have told you when the Yanhuang Society was just established."

"At that time, I just thought you were encouraging everyone's morale, but I didn't really take it seriously." The monk sweated wildly. He thought that the young master said this to be just encouraging everyone's morale, but he didn't expect that the young master was really going to do this.

"How do you think."

"Martial weapons make money, but we have no goods. Besides, where can we find buyers?" As a former special forces king, monks are actually not unfamiliar with the arms market.

There are thousands of arms dealers of all sizes around the world. The largest is the United States, and the smallest is the one in China who post small advertisements to sell guns in the toilets of train stations. The former sells missiles and warships, and the latter sells their own handmade hunting rifles, which are not on the same level at all.

When performing missions outside, sometimes in order to avoid being discovered by the other party, or to be afraid of tracing the Chinese military, monks will lead their comrades to get some arms through special channels.

He knew that large arms dealers basically had their own purchasing and shipping channels, and smaller ones also had their own sphere of influence. He didn't know what Ye Huang was going to do.

"Free, our Chinese military has many weapons retired. Aren't they all ready-made?"

"Military... Military, I said, Young Master, you don't have a fever, our country is very good at controlling things. If you really do this, you might just put yourself in."

The monk was frightened by the idea of ​​Emperor Ye. He thought that it would be better to get arms from other channels, so he had the military idea.

"Do you think I'm that stupid? It's my reason for me to say that. It's true that our country has arms control, but if we help the country sell arms in private, that's another matter."

With a smile, Emperor Ye continued, "You have been in the army for a long time. You should understand that our country has authorized some people to sell arms."

"This is true. Our country is in the period of rapid weapon renewal. There are many things that have been eliminated, including those in the 1950s and 1960s, and it is also popular in the arms market."

The monk was relieved to hear what Ye Huang said. If he said this, there would be no big risk. Selling some waste products for the country that are not available is equivalent to making foreign exchange and contributing to the country.

"No one buys things too old, and no one wants to buy them. The countries are afraid that they will not dare to let us sell them. That is equivalent to leaking military secrets. Some weapons and equipment borrowed from the former Soviet Union in the 1970s and 1980s are good, and the market demand is also high, and there is no need to worry that no one buys them or leaks the secrets."

A strange arc was outlined at the corner of his lips, and Emperor Ye glanced at the monk.

"There are many places in the world where wars are fought. If we sell these things, it will help a lot of people."

"I guess the more you fight, the more you become, the more chaotic it becomes."

"That's not our control. You said there are many countries in the world that have enemies with the United States. They are blocked and their weapons and equipment are backward. Getting these things over should be to support their revolutionary cause."

"Young Master, you are so silly."

When Emperor Ye said this, the monk didn't know what he was thinking about.

Whether it is Iran in West Asia or North Korea far away, they all have an irreconcilable hatred with the United States. Except for these countries, Cuba, Venezuela, some South American countries and the United States are not in the same way.

Usually, Uncle Sam always causes some trouble for China, instigates small countries to cause trouble, and sells outdated arms to these countries that are against him, which is not an exaggeration.

"It's not a husband without poison. We are not on the same road as the United States, and it's also beneficial to our country to toss him."

Ye Huang smiled sinisterly, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that this matter was reliable.

"Then how can we contact these sellers? If we want to ship things to these countries, we have to go through several blockade lines and be detained, it will be troublesome."

The monk said with some concern that the United States is not a vegetarian. Several countries that have a grudge against him are closely monitored by him and keep an eye on them. It is harder to transport some military supplies than to climb to the sky.

"I have a way to do this, so don't worry. Then again, it's just a matter of talking about it now. If you don't understand the Golden Triangle clearly, everything will be useless."

"This is true. There are mixed places and the territory often changes hands back and forth. It is not easy to find out and control it."

With a gloomy face, the monk was not very optimistic about the situation in the Golden Triangle area.

"It depends on whether we want to do it or not. We are outsiders. Then we go and see if we join forces with some warlords, and give some benefits, there should be a way."

"This is indeed a good way, but these people turn against each other faster than turning a book, so you should be more cautious."

"I know this. The day after tomorrow, I will take the emperor and Gan Qi over to find out first, and then investigate whether Xu Ke and the others are really there."

"Would I follow me? I'm more familiar with it."

The monk nodded and asked.

"No, I have been to that place several times, it's not so strange. There are some people in it, and I also know you. Yucheng still needs you to keep a house."

Emperor Ye patted the monk's shoulder with a smile on his face, "Don't let me be soft-hearted this time. Since ancient times, one general has achieved success and has been undone. I don't ask us to be so cold-blooded, but when it's time to take a ruthless move, don't let it be soft-hearted."

"Of course, this is not something that makes you cold-blooded animals. Don't do anything to kill innocent people, especially to restrain your subordinates. Now that the Internet is developed, it is difficult to explain."

"I know the right way." The monk nodded. He was not an executioner himself, so naturally he could not really kill him just by saying that he would kill him. Of course, as Emperor Ye said, he should not be merciful, nor should he be merciful.

He was a villain, and no one was stained with blood on his hands and carried a few lives on his back. He was not worried that he would really kill a good person by mistake.

After the two of them said some more, they turned to Huangquan and walked back. After going upstairs, Emperor Ye conveyed some of the intention of asking the monk to make a final decision on some things, and the others had no objection.
Chapter completed!