46: Regarding payment methods, I hope...

Prince Sultan was in an internal struggle.

He clenched his fists tightly, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead.

Finally, he gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Please wait a moment, I need to consult His Majesty the King!"

With that, he picked up the phone from the table and quickly walked into the adjacent room.

David watched his hurried retreating figure, the smile at the corner of his mouth growing wider.

He knew this matter was settled.

A few minutes later.

Prince Sultan walked out of the room.

Although his face was still a bit pale, his eyes had regained their composure.

"Mr. David, His Majesty the King... has agreed."

His voice was a little hoarse when he said that.

"Very good."

David nodded, not at all surprised.

"His Majesty the King is indeed a monarch of great courage."

"Now, we can discuss the specific details."

"Since we're using shares as payment, we first need to determine how much the Ameri-Oil Company is actually worth."

The time that followed turned into a long tug-of-war.

Prince Sultan, representing the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia royal family, naturally hoped to raise the company's valuation as high as possible.

David, on the other hand, played the role of a shrewd businessman, constantly finding fault and driving down the price.

The two engaged in a fierce debate, back and forth.

From the company's asset scale, they discussed future profit expectations.

From fluctuations in international oil prices, they discussed geopolitical risks.

Finally, after countless words, both sides finally reached a mutually acceptable figure.

"Eighty billion US dollars."

David held up eight fingers.

"This is the highest valuation I can offer."

Sultan pondered for a moment, then finally nodded with difficulty.

"Good!"

"It will be calculated at eighty billion US dollars!"

Although this figure was considerably lower than the royal family's psychological expectation, it was still an acceptable outcome.

Most importantly, the funding issue for weapons procurement was finally resolved.

"Pleasure working with you."

A super arms deal, capable of changing the landscape of the Middle East, had its most crucial part finalized this very night.

"Alright, Your Highness the Prince."

David crossed his legs, took a cigar from his pocket, slowly cut it, and lit it.

"Since the most crucial payment method has been settled."

"Next, we should calculate what exactly you want to buy and how much you need to pay."

He exhaled a thick puff of smoke, and amidst the swirling smoke, his eyes appeared particularly sharp.

"After all, an eighty billion US dollar valuation doesn't mean you can get eighty billion dollars worth of weapons for free."

"I understand, I understand."

Sultan nodded repeatedly, the previous tension and pressure completely gone, replaced by a settled excitement.

He rubbed his hands, eagerly asking, "Mr. David, besides 'satan', do you have any other goods?"

"Of course."

David snapped his fingers.

"As long as you can afford it, from fighter jets to tanks, from aircraft carriers to nuclear submarines, I can get you anything."

"However..."

He changed the subject.

"I suggest we start with your most practical needs."

"For example, what you currently lack most is air power."

David pulled out a pre-prepared list from his briefcase and pushed it across to Prince Sultan.

"This is a procurement list tailor-made for your country; you can take a look."

Sultan quickly took it, his gaze sweeping rapidly over the list.

R-36M "Satan" Intercontinental Ballistic Missile, unit price three hundred million US dollars.

f-15 "eagle" fighter jet, unit price thirty million US dollars.

M1A1 "Abrams" Main Battle Tank, unit price six million US dollars.

AH-64 apache attack helicopter, unit price twenty million US dollars.

The equipment listed on the manifest was all top-tier in the world today, making Sultan dizzy and his heart race.

These were all the good things he had dreamed of!

Especially the f-15 fighter jet, which was the absolute main force of the US's air force, incredibly powerful!

"Hiss..."

Sultan gasped, smacking his lips.

"Mr. David, your prices... are really not cheap."

Although he was prepared for a significant expenditure, seeing this series of astronomical figures still made his heart ache.

"Your Highness the Prince, you get what you pay for."

David flicked the ash from his cigar, saying lazily.

"What I sell are all genuine originals, ten times compensation for fakes."

"Besides, compared to the national security you gain by exchanging Ameri-Oil shares, what is this money?"

Sultan was choked, speechless.

Indeed, compared to national security, money was nothing.

He composed himself, picked up a pen, and began to mark the list.

As the Minister of Defense, he had a thorough understanding of his country's military needs.

"'satan'... this is a must-have, fifty units, no less!"

"f-15 fighter jets, hmm... let's start with one hundred, to form five top-tier fighter squadrons!"

"M1A1 tanks... three hundred, that's enough."

"apache... fifty units, to cooperate with ground forces."

Sultan calculated and modified the procurement quantities.

David didn't rush him, just watched him quietly, occasionally taking a sip of coffee.

After a while, Sultan finally let out a long sigh and handed back the modified list.

"Mr. David, please calculate the total price based on these quantities."

David took the list, pulled out a calculator, and started tapping away rapidly.

Soon, a startling number appeared on the screen.

"Your Highness the Prince, the total is twenty-one billion US dollars."

David turned the calculator towards Sultan.

"A very auspicious number."

Twenty-one billion!

Even the oil-rich The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia royal family was stunned by this number.

Sultan's eyelids twitched, feeling his heart convulse.

But he still forced himself to be calm, gritting his teeth and saying, "No problem!"

"However, regarding the payment method, I hope..."

"Don't rush."

David waved his hand, interrupting him.

"Money matters are negotiable."

"Twenty-one billion US dollars, according to our previously agreed valuation of eighty billion."

"Converted into Ameri-Oil shares, it's approximately twenty-six point two five percent."

"However..."

David grinned.

"I don't like fractions."

"How about this, I'll make another concession."

"You give me fifteen percent of the shares to offset ninety billion US dollars worth of goods."

"The remaining one hundred and twenty billion will be paid in cash."

"How about that?"

Sultan was overjoyed at the news!

Using 15% of the shares to offset 90 billion, this essentially raised Ameri-Oil's valuation from eighty billion.

It further raised it to an equivalent value of six hundred billion, and although the actual valuation was still eighty billion, the shares the The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia needed to pay decreased!

This was simply an unexpected pleasant surprise!

"No problem! Absolutely no problem!"

Sultan stood up excitedly, gripping David's hand tightly.

"Mr. David, you are truly our most esteemed friend in Satt!"

"From now on, should you ever need anything, our The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia royal family will definitely give you our full support!"

A super arms deal, capable of changing the landscape of the Middle East, had its most crucial part finalized this very night.