45: This seller is very special.

"I've noticed that everything on here is equipment for the army and air force."

"Your Highness the Prince, does your country's navy not have a plan for upgrades and replacements?"

Sultan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Mr. David, to be honest, all our current efforts are focused on the development of the army and air force."

"The navy... we can't attend to it for now."

"I understand."

David showed an expression of understanding.

"Every country has its own development priorities, and I respect your country's choice."

"So, Your Highness the Prince, regarding the specific details of this list, such as quantity, configuration, and delivery time..."

"We can find a time for a professional team to discuss it in depth."

"Of course! Of course!"

Sultan nodded repeatedly, his attitude so respectful that it was unlike a prince holding great power.

"Everything is at your arrangement!"

King Fahd of the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia was holding a list, his brows slightly furrowed.

The list had just been presented by his younger brother, Prince Sultan.

F-15 fighter jet, latest model.

M1 Main Battle Tank, latest model.

apache attack helicopter, latest model.

It was densely packed, almost encompassing all the cutting-edge equipment of Eagle Country's army, navy, and air force.

It was practically emptying Eagle Country's armory.

"Sultan, are you sure we can buy these things?"

King Fahd put down the list, his finger gently tapping on the expensive Persian carpet.

His voice was not loud, but it carried the majesty of long-held kingship.

"Those people in the Eagle Country Congress are not so easy to deal with. You know their restrictions on us better than I do."

Prince Sultan bowed slightly, his expression exceptionally firm.

"Royal Brother, this seller is very special."

"He has immense influence, and most importantly, by purchasing through him, we don't have to curry favor with anyone."

"Oh?"

Fahd became interested.

"So, we no longer have to be constrained by others?"

"Yes, Royal Brother!"

Sultan's tone was filled with excitement.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! We can not only acquire the weapons we've always dreamed of but also completely break free from this passive situation!"

King Fahd fell silent.

He slowly stood up and paced around the room.

After a long while.

He finally spoke again.

"Good!"

"This matter, I will fully entrust to you!"

"However much money is needed, the royal family will fully support it!"

"Thank you, Royal Brother!"

Sultan was overjoyed.

"However, I have one more request."

Fahd suddenly turned, his gaze sharply fixed on Sultan.

"At the end of this list, add one more item for me."

"R-36M Ballistic Missile."

"What?"

Sultan was stunned.

That was Big Maos Family's national treasure, NATO codename "satan," a true weapon of mass destruction!

Could this thing also be bought?

"Buy me a few dozen of them."

Fahd's tone was unquestionable.

"I want all countries with designs on us to understand that our The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is not a soft persimmon that anyone can squeeze!"

"Yes!"

Sultan's heart trembled, and he immediately accepted the order.

He understood that the king had made his greatest resolve.

That evening.

Prince Sultan invited David again.

The location was still that extremely luxurious reception hall.

Only this time, there were no noisy parties or irrelevant personnel.

"Mr. David, this is our detailed procurement list. Please take a look."

Prince Sultan handed over a more detailed document.

David took it and casually flipped through it.

The contents of the list were much as he expected, all from Eagle Country's "family bucket" series.

But at the end of the list, an unfamiliar model made him raise an eyebrow.

"R-36M Ballistic Missile?"

David looked up at Sultan, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Your Highness the Prince, your appetite is truly not small."

"This can also be bought, right?"

Sultan nervously rubbed his hands.

This was personally requested by the king; if he couldn't get it, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

"Of course."

David's reply was light and easy.

"As long as you can afford the price."

He paused, then held up two fingers.

"One missile, along with its Supporting (matching) launch vehicle and technical support, two hundred million US dollars."

"Hiss..."

Even though Sultan was immensely wealthy, he was startled by this price.

The list stated thirty missiles!

Wouldn't that be six billion US dollars?

"What? Too expensive?"

David leaned back on the sofa, picked up his coffee, and slowly took a sip.

"Your Highness the Prince, this is 'satan,' a weapon of mass destruction capable of leveling a medium-sized country. Do you think this price is expensive?"

"Not expensive, not expensive!"

Sultan quickly waved his hand.

Are you kidding? Compared to national security, what is this amount of money?

The problem is... "Mr. David, to be honest, the scale of this procurement is truly too large."

"Even for us, taking out so much foreign exchange reserves at once is a bit difficult."

Sultan showed a troubled expression.

"Look, can we use other methods to pay for a portion of the amount?"

"For example... oil fields?"

He asked tentatively.

Trading oil fields for weapons is not uncommon in the Middle East.

However, David shook his head without hesitation.

"Your Highness the Prince, I'm not interested in operating oil fields."

"It's too troublesome."

David put down his coffee cup and leaned slightly forward.

"What I need is something more direct, and more convenient."

Sultan was taken aback.

"What is that?"

The corner of David's mouth curved into a mysterious arc.

"Shares in Saudi Aramco, The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia."

"What?!"

Sultan's face instantly changed.

Saudi Aramco!

This was the economic lifeline of the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia!

The royal family had been working hard for years to promote the complete nationalization of Aramco, to completely squeeze out Eagle Country's capital.

Now, David actually wanted to do the opposite and acquire shares in Aramco?

This was simply... "Mr. David, I'm afraid I cannot agree to your request."

Sultan's tone became forceful.

"Shares in Aramco concern the very foundation of our country and can never be transferred."

"Is that so?"

David smiled indifferently.

"Your Highness the Prince, don't speak so definitively."

"Business can always be negotiated."

"Trading a portion of non-core shares for cutting-edge weapons sufficient to protect your country for decades."

"Especially a strategic deterrent like 'satan,' you can calculate whether this deal is worthwhile."

David leaned back on the sofa, watching Sultan at his leisure.

"Of course, the decision is in your hands."

"I don't care."

"Anyway, I have many clients; I don't lack you. Big Maos Family's 'satan' is being eyed by many countries."

"I will be leaving Riyadh in two days, so you'd best make a decision quickly."

After speaking, he said no more, picked up his coffee, and waited quietly.

Naked threat!

Sultan's face alternated between green and pale.

He knew David was telling the truth.

In this world, the number of countries that wanted to buy "satan" was definitely not small.

If they missed this opportunity, there wouldn't be another.

On one side was the nation's economic lifeline, and on the other, the long-desired heavy equipment for national defense.