I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 467 - 465 I Have Cash Ability

"Several hundred planes and tanks?"

Upon hearing this, Sartre nearly dropped dead on the spot.

Has anyone ever heard of buying these things by the hundreds? This is actual military equipment, not damn models!

In this place, trades of this kind of military equipment occur almost daily, and dealings in war machines like planes and tanks also happen frequently, but a single deal usually involves just one or two fighters, or a tank or two at most.

Even compared to the arms races between countries, the scale of these transactions is trivial. But even when they purchase military hardware, buying a dozen or so planes and tanks in one go would be the limit, right?

Even for a superpower like America, the reported increase in main battle tanks last year was just over one hundred, and the cost of a fighter jet is much higher than that of a tank. Adding a few dozen planes a year is already quite alarming.

But Zhang Menglong was talking about several hundred planes right off the bat, which almost equaled the annual military buildup of several developed countries!

What does he want so many war machines for? Is he planning to flatten Asia or conquer the world?

The cost of a single main battle tank is at least tens of millions of US dollars, and a fifth-generation fighter jet can even reach hundreds of millions of dollars. According to Zhang Menglong’s request, this would be a huge order of several tens of billions of dollars, the kind of deal usually only a country can afford.

But they were absolutely certain that Zhang Menglong could totally afford it, as the subsidies he handed out to striking workers were already several times this figure.

But this isn’t something you can get just because you have the money. You have the funds, sure, but the sellers need to have the inventory, don’t they?

"Mr. Zhang, what do you need so much military equipment for?" Sartre couldn’t help but ask. Now, Huaxia’s military equipment was already world-leading. Their own fighter jets were not inferior to any other country’s, so there was really no need to buy more, right?

"Oh, nothing much, just aiming for world peace," said Zhang Menglong offhandedly. "I suppose that’s not something Mr. Sartre needs to worry about, is it?"

Sartre shuddered all over; that’s right, he was just a minor warlord from a small country. The other party was a big shot. Who was he to question a big shot? Was he even qualified to do so? Was he even obliged to tell him?

"I’m sorry, Mr. Zhang, it was presumptuous of me to ask. But I just don’t understand. The escorting fighter squadron that accompanied your landing possessed formidable combat strength; why would you still need..."

"That’s not mine," Zhang Menglong retorted with a dismissive gesture. "Those planes were sent by surrounding countries for my escort. They belong to others. It wouldn’t be right for me to ask to borrow them again, so I have to find a way to buy my own."

With these words, Zhang Menglong became an even more enigmatic figure in Sartre’s eyes.

Lending military equipment is not unheard of, but it only happens between very close allies during wartime. Loaning planes and tanks isn’t as casual as lending a car. If they are shot down, it’s a huge hassle.

Yet merely for Zhang Menglong’s visit, so many countries provided fighter jet protection. Not even the president of a superpower would receive such honor. Was he the governor of Asia or the ruler of the Earth?

"By the way, didn’t you say you were well-connected around here?" Zhang Menglong inquired. "Introduce me to a few arms dealers; I want the largest ones!"

"Mr. Zhang, there are at least seventy or eighty arms dealers, big and small, in this place, but less than ten have the capability to acquire equipment like planes and tanks. If you’re looking for a large quantity of the latest equipment, then I would advise you to seek out Trident," Sartre suggested.

"Trident?"

"That’s his code name, as well as the nickname given to him by the industry," Sartre explained. "The largest arms supplier in the world is the Hilrod Corporation; not only do they manufacture fighters, transporters, and reconnaissance planes, they also produce missiles, satellites, and rockets. Their most representative products include the F-22, F-35, and ’Trident’ missiles. They pretty much supply the entire American defense arsenal."

"Is this Spiny Shark related to the Herod company temple?" Zhang Menglong immediately understood what Sartre meant.

"Yes," Sartre said, "The Spiny Shark is the son of the largest shareholder of Herod Company. He was born with a ruthless streak, and he dislikes that kind of mediocre life. In fact, with his background resources, just selling weapons and equipment to various countries would have been enough for him to live in luxury for a lifetime, yet he chose to operate in such a treacherous place."

"Because the profit margins are higher?" Zhang Menglong asked.

"Exactly!" Sartre replied, "In these regions, a lot of the equipment is shady and requires special avenues for purchase, which means the prices are at least 40% or even 50% higher than the official channels!"

"And you must know, it’s not just our Xuli Region that’s engaged in war. There’s a huge global demand for these weapons traded in the underworld, and even a company like Herod can’t satisfy this massive market!"

"It seems that this Spiny Shark is quite capable?" Zhang Menglong expressed some interest in Spiny Shark. It looked like he might be the person he was looking for this time!

"Yes, over the years, his channels have become increasingly extensive. Apart from the Herod Company, he has intricate connections with the top five arms dealers in the world. If you want to buy arms, he’s the right person to go to!"

"Can you get in touch with him?" Sartre asked.

"I can," Sartre said, "I’ve done business with him worth over a billion US dollars over the years, and I count as one of his major clients. However, the man isn’t very easy to deal with and is extremely cautious. I took some losses the first time I did business with him."

"Oh?" Zhang Menglong raised his eyebrow. Although Sartre seemed like a tame cat in his presence, to become a warlord in such a place, he would undoubtedly be ruthless and brutal—as shown by his readiness to execute his subordinates at the first sign of trouble.

Sartre had thousands of men under his command, all well-equipped, making him the de facto power in Xuli. It was striking that someone could still make him suffer a loss.

"You could imagine, when an underground arms dealer distributes war machines, it disturbs the balance of a region. If someone can control him, then they have a way to access more resources through his channels. On the surface, everyone is polite to him, but behind the scenes, the official military wants to kill him, and the major warlords want to win him over and control him, making his situation very dangerous."

"That makes sense," Zhang Menglong nodded. Those who profit from war might benefit greatly, but the risks are no joke—one misstep could lead to a violent death. Looking at the four major factions currently in Xuli, hadn’t all the previous warlords met with a violent end?

"Does he have many people under him?"

"No," Sartre shook his head, "Apart from a team responsible for his daily well-being, he only has two people, a brother and sister. The first time I did business with him, I brought a squad of 20 fully armed men. Guess what happened?"

"They were taken care of?"

Sartre nodded, "Because I refused to disarm, the brother and sister acted and killed all of the members of my squad. Moreover, their actions were very efficient, making their weapons seem almost like decorations. I know that Huaxia kung fu is quite miraculous. At close range, martial arts are more formidable than knives and guns. I suspect they have learned Huaxia kung fu, or maybe they have superpowers!"

Zhang Menglong immediately laughed. These foreigners really idealized Huaxia’s martial arts. While it’s true that Huaxia kung fu is powerful within a 10-meter range, many martial arts masters can outfight guns, but that’s under one-on-one circumstances. Clearly, this brother and sister pair were no ordinary individuals.

"Actually, I have superpowers too!" Zhang Menglong said with a smile.

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Sartre’s eyes lit up. He had long suspected that Zhang Menglong’s father’s men, just like that brother and sister pair, had superpowers. Otherwise, how could his former boss have been taken down all those years ago?

"Mr. Zhang, I’ve always been fascinated by the wonders of Huaxia. May I ask what your superpower is?"

"I’m super rich!"