Chapter 1265 - Exchanges of War (1/2)

The old king was aging day by day, and he, the crown prince, was gradually being pushed forward as the representative of the country to the world. As he worked to become a qualified heir, the edges and corners on him were gradually being erased through all the different meetings and negotiations.

“Long time no see, my dear friend!”

Yerif greeted Jiang Chen with open arms and gave him a warm hug.

“Long time no see,” Jiang Chen smiled, and gestured to the room next to him, “Please this way.”

There were many people in the banquet hall, which was not suitable for discussions.

Before they entered the banquet hall, Jiang Chen invited this old friend to the reception room downstairs in the name of catching up.

“I’m taking a big risk in doing this for you.” Yerif gestured to the bodyguards next to him and motioned them to stand at the door. After the door was closed, he lowered his voice and said, “You don’t understand the grievances between our sects. If you have understood, you should know that we and the Syrians have feuds. We wish that Bassar would step down immediately, instead of supporting him and his stupid teachings with the Russians.”

Although Saudi Arabia and the UA were reluctant to admit it, they were the perpetrators that gave both monetary and weaponry support to the “monster”, IS, in Syria.

But it did not matter?

This was a decision made by the Saudi royal family and it did not mean Yerif agreed with this.

“But I think you will be an enlightened king who will bring some different 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 new age, then you will be run over by the wheels of time,” Jiang Chen said softly.

“I don’t want to talk about faith with an atheist,” Yerif said sternly, “and my father.”

“If I offended you, I do apologize,” Jiang Chen said softly.

Jiang Chen knew very well that although the young prince Yerif was a Sunni like his royal family, he was more enlightened. For example, he never put a headscarf on his princess when he hosted parties abroad and he could sit here with a heresy without faith and chat, or even become friends.

This may be related to his early experience of studying abroad, or it may be due to frequent contacts with some Western capitalists.

In short, he and Jiang Chen had no obstacles in communication.

It was also the reason Jiang Chen was willing to be friends with him.

“…Listen, you refused to let us build a temple here, and even used a… a tree that can produce oil to crush our oil prices. In short, you and your company are not popular in the Persian Gulf, at least not you’re not welcomed by the royal family. If your freshwater was not irrigating the gardens of our holy city, my father would not send you an ambassador as a sign of friendship like he is now,” Yerif stared at Jiang Chen and said.

“So what?” Jiang Chen smiled, as if he didn’t take what he had said seriously, and said emotionlessly, “If you stand on my side, we may be able to make your desert into a grassland.”

Turn the desert into a grassland?

Yerif was obviously taken aback.

“…what you said is true?”

“For us, this is not a difficult task. Or, do you think it is more difficult to grow grass on the deserts on Earth than it is to grow grass on the seabed or even on Mars?” Jiang Chen subtly showed off his achievements before he continued, “Don’t digress. We can wait until you become king to discuss the matter of ‘terraforming Earth’. We are now discussing another issue.”

Yerif controlled his breathing, leaned back against his 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 me a supply channel that can travel from the Persian Gulf to the Syrian border. Don’t say it’s impossible, I know you have your ways,” Jiang Chen said seriously as his eyes fixated on Yerif.

The mercenaries that came out of the Madagascar slums were cheap cannon fodder. They were the historical legacy left behind when Celestial Trade competed with the Freemasonry for control of Madagascar. They were contractors in Celestial Trade’s corporate military system.

They were well trained and large in number. Even without a kinetic skeleton, they were a force to be reckoned with.