142: General, what makes you so happy?

"That's right," Jameson admitted calmly.

"Striking Israel is indeed in our interest. However, that doesn't mean I'm obligated to provide you with ammunition for free."

"It's like if you wanted to open a restaurant; I'd hope your business prospers so I could eat there."

"But you can't use that as a reason to demand meat from the butcher or vegetables from the farmer for free, can you?"

Although the analogy was crude, it was exceptionally clear.

Aziz Audah's lips twitched, but he didn't know how to retort.

The young man behind him couldn't help himself and whispered in Arabic.

"This guy is just a mercenary capitalist! Why waste our breath on him!"

Aziz Audah raised a hand to stop him.

He looked at Jameson, his tone softening.

"Mr. Jameson, we really don't have any money."

"All the funds for our organization come from private donations; they are very limited."

"Our people can barely afford to eat. Where would we get the money to buy expensive weapons?"

"Then why don't you go find someone with money?" Jameson countered.

"Someone with money?" Aziz Audah was taken aback.

"Exactly." Jameson leaned back against the sofa, looking like a teacher giving a lesson.

"You are Arab brothers, fighting for the dignity of the entire Arab world, aren't you?"

"Go to the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, to Kuwait, to those oil-rich princely nations to fundraise."

"Tell them that while you are shedding blood and sacrificing yourselves on the front lines, shouldn't they contribute something from the rear?"

"Make them pay to support your cause."

"Take their money and then come back to me to buy weapons."

"That way, you'll have both weapons and dignity, without having to beg anyone."

Jameson's words were like a bolt of lightning, clearing the fog in Aziz Audah's mind.

We've been working ourselves to the bone; why haven't we sought help from our wealthy Arab brothers?

They have so much money and spend it so lavishly every day. Even a tiny fraction of it would be enough to buy so many weapons!

Seeing the brightening light in Aziz Audah's eyes, Jameson smiled slightly and added fuel to the fire.

"I can guarantee you this."

"As long as you come with cash, I'll not only sell you weapons but also give you a very favorable 'brotherly price'."

"After all, we have a common enemy, don't we?"

Aziz Audah stood up abruptly and excitedly shook Jameson's hand.

"Mr. Jameson! Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"You have shown us the way!"

He looked at Jameson now as if he were a prophet providing guidance.

"You're welcome," Jameson maintained his businessman-like smile. "It's all about win-win cooperation."

Aziz Audah said no more and turned to leave in a hurry with his followers.

Jameson was in a very good mood.

He sat in his office, leisurely sipping hand-ground coffee, as the sunlight through the blinds cast mottled shadows upon him.

"Better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish..."

He muttered to himself.

Although the boss's rules sometimes gave him a headache, he had to admit that in the long run, this was the way to go.

"Weapons are not free."

This ironclad rule not only protected the company's profits but also gave the clients a vivid 'business enlightenment lesson'.

Teach them how to get money, and then let them willingly hand it over into his own pocket.

This model was simply perfect.

Just then, there was a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and a tall man in a Pakistan military uniform walked in.

It was Feroz Khan.

The military representative of Pakistan stationed in the Crescent Nation.

"Mr. Jameson!"

Feroz Khan had a loud voice, with the characteristic resonance of a soldier.

"Great news!"

Jameson put down his coffee cup, stood up, and extended his hand with a smile.

"General Feroz, what's making you so happy?"

Feroz Khan gripped Jameson's hand firmly and shook it.

"It's the Thunder! It's your JF-17 Thunder -3!"

"The decision has been finalized back home!"

His cheeks were slightly flushed with excitement.

"We have decided to officially purchase sixty jf-17 thunder fighter jets from your company!"

"And two hundred and fifty matching Archer-2 Air-to-Air Missiles!"

This number made Jameson's eyes light up instantly.

Sixty jets!

This was no small order.

You see, Pakistan had been hesitating over this batch of fighters for a while.

Their first choice had originally been the US's F-16.

After all, the F-16 was famous and a battle-tested, mature model.

As for the JF-17 Thunder -3, although its performance in previous air battles was stunning, it was still a 'newcomer'.

Jameson subtly probed, "General, I recall you seemed more inclined toward the F-16 before?"

Feroz Khan waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't even mention it!"

"The F-16 is great, but the US's conditions were too harsh! All those political strings attached—what do they take us for?"

"And..."

He leaned in closer and lowered his voice.

"And besides, your Thunder has proven itself on the battlefield."

"It used the wreckage of the Israel Air Force's f-15 'eagle' fighter jet to prove it's not just for show!"

"Between a fancy brochure and a bloody combat report, our people trust the latter."

"Our military held meetings for several days and finally reached a consensus: the JF-17 Thunder -3 is the most suitable choice for us! The king of cost-performance!"

The smile on Jameson's face deepened.

"A wise decision."

He picked up a document from his desk that had been prepared long ago.

"This is the quote; you may look it over."

Feroz Khan took it and scanned it briefly.

"Unit price thirty-five million dollars, missile unit price two million dollars... total price 2.48 billion dollars."

He read out the number and took a deep breath.

"No problem!"

"This price is much fairer than the US's quote!"

"When can we sign the contract?"

Jameson made a 'please' gesture.

"Anytime, General."

Half an hour later.

A military sales contract worth a total of 2.48 billion dollars was officially signed.

The contract stipulated that Pakistan would need to, within one week,

pay a deposit of sixty percent of the total amount, which is 1.488 billion dollars.

Meanwhile, Aihua Security Services Company would need to complete the delivery of all fighter jets and missiles within six months.

After seeing off a satisfied Feroz Khan, Jameson felt like he was walking on air.

A deal worth over two billion!

The boss's vision is truly on another level!

However, business in this world is never smooth sailing.

Especially the arms business.

If you touch someone else's cake, they'll want to flip your table.

Just as Aihua had signed the massive deal and the news was still fresh, the US exploded in an uproar.

The F-16 couldn't be sold?

The traditional arms market had been snatched away by a Chinese-owned company that came out of nowhere?

The US's senior diplomats were like sharks smelling blood.

They rushed to several major Middle Eastern countries, including Pakistan, Kuwait, and Pyramid Country.

A diplomatic drama mixed with threats and inducements officially commenced.

Jameson's troubles followed suit.

That afternoon, while Jameson was checking the details of the Kuwaiti order, a call came in.

It was the military representative from Kuwait.

The other party's tone sounded very troubled.

"Mr. Jameson... there's been a... there's been a bit of an accident."