After hearing Sophia's persuasion, Zhou Qingfeng finally realized that he was facing a new situation. Technology and violence cannot solve political problems. We must take a long-term view and think in a different way.
So from the end of July to the beginning of August, Zhou Qingfeng spent half a month in Istanbul on a "tourism inspection", occasionally acting as a sea monster to make the local chicken shipping a bit of a blow, and then decided to step back and return to Kiev first.
At this moment, Ilham, a black market merchant from Persia, came to Boryspil again, wanting to continue to purchase the necessary goods from here.
Half a month ago, I heard that the Borispol black market had been attacked by the Kiev faction, and Ilham was more nervous than Zhou Qingfeng. Because in the past six months, he made millions of dollars in transactions on the black market and made huge profits.
There is no such thing as a fairer and calmer black market than Boryspil. This is simply a duty-free airport, with low transaction costs, and it's very safe, and it's perfect.
If it were closed, Ilham really couldn't find a better replacement.
Fortunately, Boryspil survived the storm. Zhou Qingfeng announced that the black market would be closed for three months for rest and reorganization, but only half a month later, some people came back to trade again.
Even if you cannot enter the airport, a new market is spontaneously formed on the road outside the airport. When Ilham returned here, it was so cordial to see many familiar faces. This is the source of his wealth and cannot be given up.
An old-fashioned T-55 tank was parked on the road, with the black hole barrel facing the road.
Everyone would be scared when they saw the tank, but Ilham drove over and felt safe when he saw the thick tube. He lowered the window and beckoned to the guard on the tank and shouted:
"Hey, brother, this is Ilham, and I'm back again. I miss you so much."
Even in the black market, there is a sense of friendship among people. Especially after a catastrophe, everyone is connected again because of the bonds of interest, and the relationship is even closer.
Everyone in the black market hates Yingjiang, because the latter is completely smashing their jobs.
The Ermao guard on the tank kept his face straight, and smiled when he saw Ilham, but there were still many inspections that should be carried out, and even more careful inspections.
A long strip of simple houses were built on the road outside the airport, with crude signs nailed to the door of each house, and the materials used were strange.
Wood is more common, and it is also useful for scrap mechanical parts. To be a bit creative, simply use heavy artillery shells or scrapped large missile bodies. In short, how strange it is, it is like postmodern art.
Ilham walked from house to house, and almost every shop owner knew him. There is no distinction between high and low. Everyone welcomes old friends to come back, chat with each other, and ask about the current market conditions.
Ilham mainly sells Persian woolen products and purchases electromechanical light industrial products from the "Holy Light". The trade between the two sides is extremely complementary and the demand is great.
With the deepening of the transaction, Ilham knew that most of the "Western goods" on the black market actually came from flower growers, and the quality of workmanship was not as good as the authentic ones from Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, but the price was cheaper.
In the past six months, there have been at least sixty or seventy Persian merchants who made their fortunes like Ilham. They do not hesitate to use air freight to solve the logistics, but the profit is too high.
"I heard that **oss directly drove an Il-76 in order to rescue Marcos. Is there such a thing?" Ilham went to the black market bar and asked a familiar black market friend.
The bar is lively, accommodation, dining, entertainment, and socializing. People on the black market like to come. **oss refers to Zhou Qingfeng. This name has been recognized by the entire black market and is completely a symbol of strength.
"That's the case." Black market friends nodded. "The Il-76 had to be taken apart and shipped back for repair because it was severely damaged.
The action of the Gongzhi faction failed and was purged that night. Many of us participated in the retaliation after the incident. Many people died that night. "
Talking about the night of the riots, every black market businessman would have a grinning face. They almost survived, and their revenge afterwards was very cruel and extremely profitable. Many big people who usually dare not provoke have been killed by them.
"It's a pity that I couldn't participate." Ilham relapsed for a drink, and wanted to brag. It's just that the desperadoes in the bar all laughed, all of them asserting that if he was there, it would be nice not to pee his pants.
Ilham inexplicably likes the messy atmosphere of the black market bar. Even if the air here is muddy, the lights are dim, the drinks are inferior, the sound is poor, the visitors are all vicious, and the barely dressed waitresses especially like to splash the drinks on the faces of customers.
But it is really comfortable here, unrestrained, you can laugh wildly, and very free.
After a few drinks, Ilham wanted to find a waitress to cheer up. But a few guards came in outside the bar, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered: "Ilham, **oss wants to see you."
"**Oss?" Ilham was strange. If Ma Keshi wanted to see him, it would be fine, but the president of'Shengguang' actually called for him to see him, which is rare.
Many people in front of the bar heard this particular name, and they turned their heads to pay attention in surprise-to be greeted by **oss, it must be a fortune. After all, if you are unlucky, there is no need to be so troublesome.
Ilham straightened his clothes and followed the guards to leave the black market bar and enter the airport.
The airport terminal was demolished and rebuilt, more than a dozen high-power lights were on, and dozens of construction machinery were busy. Zhou Qingfeng wants to expand and fortify this, but the three-month construction period is not enough, at least one year.
There is a temporary tent next to the terminal building, constructed according to the pattern of the field command. The black market is still operating, with a large number of transport planes taking off and landing at the airport to ensure that logistics and financial services are not stopped.
Ilham accepted at least two security checks before seeing Zhou Qingfeng who was playing barbecue in a clearing. The latter was unscrewing a bottle of black pepper and sprinkling it on the barbecue.
"Mr. Ilham, don't be too nervous. Why don't you drink something first and relax?" Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the table next to him, with drinks and fruits. "My barbecue will be ready soon, I would love to invite you to try it."
Ilham rubbed his hands without pretending to be calm. He grinned and said, "Boss, I still want to know what you are looking for with me? Otherwise, I can't relax."
Oh..., this conversation is very straightforward.
"I heard Marcos say that a senior Persian person came and bought some prohibited goods. But recently, the quantity and value of your military supplies have been declining, and all you buy and sell are civilian goods. This is why ?"
Zhou Qingfeng's single-handed inquiry made Ilham relieved but quite embarrassed. He hesitated for a while, and said, "Because civilian goods are better for making money."
Zhou Qingfeng was taken aback, turned his head to look at Ma Keshi standing next to him. The latter shrugged his thick shoulders and said in a deep voice, "I said, maybe the reason is simple.
It is more profitable to buy and sell civilian goods, so these Persian merchants misappropriated the funds to buy military goods. After all, military supplies are pure consumption and no profit at all. The reason behind this is so simple. "
Zhou Qingfeng looked at Ilham again, sighed and sighed. He said silently in his heart, "Persian really can't support Adou. I really don't want to help you if it wasn't for creating some pressure on the native chickens."