Chapter 1269 - A Path Ou (2/2)

The unfinished buildings in the desert had already illustrated many problems, and the ambitious plan to build a second Dubai was no longer feasible. How long could the black gold support the extravagance of the Saudi royal family? Even Yerif, who was enjoying all of this, was uncertain.

But he was convinced about one point.

That is, if they don’t want to become like their neighbors in the north, they must learn from the neighbors in the east.

With that thought in mind, Yerif’s eyebrows furrowed together and his fists closed shut.

They must change.

Before the world forced them to change.

“Did I hurt you?”

The beauty massaging asked softly.

“No.” His eyebrows relaxed as Yeirf smiled, “You can use a bit more force.”

“Okay,” the beauty smiled, and used more strength. “In fact, you can be more relaxed.”

Yerif licked the corner of his mouth without speaking, then closed his eyes once again.

When he heard the price of Jiang Chen’s offer, he immediately agreed to it, but he still felt hesitant about the dangerous deal.

Ten thousand mercenaries.

For the chaos in Syria, it was only a small number.

However, for him, it was not a small number.

Jiang Chen was right, he did in fact have connections with key people in Syria. A general who was loyal to President Bashar and a Russian businessman who only recognized money. In partnership with these two people, he could easily send a batch of fuel processed into finished products and weapons bought from Western countries, passing through the Saudi border, through the Jordanian Eastern Corridor, into the hands of the Syrian government forces, in exchange for US dollar on overseas private accounts. Although his family was very rich and never mistreated the soon-to-be-king, every expense was recorded and no money truly belonged to him.

It was this reason he felt constrained developing his own force. Disregarding training mercenaries, the property in Penglai and the yacht in his private dock were all under the name of the royal family.

His father’s time was running out, and some things must be prepared early.

He let out a sigh, then picked up the satellite phone from the table next to him and made a “you can stop” gesture to the beauty behind him. He turned over and called a number.

The phone quickly went through.

A low, hoarse voice picked up the phone.

“Hello?”

“It’s me.”

“Oh? The respected future King of Saudi Arabia, you will take the throne soon. At that time, everything in Saudi Arabia will belong to you. Are you still lacking pocket change?” There was suppressed laughter from the other side.

After a few moments of silence, Yerif said.

“Let’s discuss a deal.”

“Now the government forces are well equipped, they’ll not be willing to pay a lot of money to buy fuel and weapons from you. I suggest you wait patiently.”

“This time we are not smuggling fuel and weapons,” Yerif said.

The man hesitated, then asked.

“What is it then?”

“People.”

“People?” The man’s eyes narrowed slightly. “How many people?”

“Ten thousand people,” Yerif said. “And their equipment, supplies.”

There was a gasp on the other side of the phone, then there was no response for a long time.

Yerif waited quietly.

He was well aware that his partner from Russia would be afraid and be hesitant, but he would not refuse the dollar. He felt more than once that the man was more similar to the Jews than the Russians.

“What’s the offer?” Sure enough, the man asked.

“We have been working together for so many years, you should know how much money I have in that account,” Yerif said with a smile.

Originally, this “private money” was to be used to establish his own force to help him stabilize the country after his succession, and to ensure the reform and implementation plan could be carried out smoothly. Now, it seemed that he no longer needed that much money.

Just like the man said, after he took the throne, the entire country would belong to him.

As long as he could sit on that seat.

“You didn’t touch a penny?” The man was shocked.

“You can interpret it like that.” Yerif nodded. “If you do this for me, successfully, I can give you half of the money in that account.”

Instantly, the man’s eyes turned red.

Greed.

Almost without any hesitation, he accepted.

“Deal!”