Chapter 242： : Collect waste!
Ben Longfellow didn't feel the cold in the cold winter, but felt a fire rising from the bottom of his heart, stimulating the cerebral cortex!
Anyone who sees this warehouse full of weapons and equipment piled up like a mountain will feel shocked.
There are probably thousands of guns in the big warehouse in front of me, right? !
The most important thing is to sell according to how much a ton is.
Dozens of soldiers rudely packed the AK47 and AKM into sacks, and then transported them to the weighing point with a truck, and began to weigh them. A total of eight large electronic scales were placed, and then someone registered, moved, packaged...
It's orderly.
"No, no, 20,000 US dollars per ton, this is our lowest price." A dissatisfied voice pulled Ben Longfellow out of his shock. He followed the voice and saw that John was talking to a colonel. There was a very intense verbal exchange, and the latter was obviously very excited, and his voice raised several tunes.
John looked calm, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, frowning, patted the colonel on the shoulder, then nodded with a smile, "Yes!"
According to the weight of AK is about 4.1 kg, this ton is actually about 250, which is about 80 US dollars per handle. If this price is usually not available, according to the current market price in Africa, it is 400-400. It looks like 600 US dollars, that is, it can be directly doubled by six or seven times, which is simply a huge profit.
"Boss, it's 12 tons in total." After the weighing was over, the employee came over and calculated in a notebook with a pen.
John glanced at it, snapped his fingers, and someone next to him handed over a lockbox. He spread it out towards the colonel, and the green coins instantly dazzled people, making them overwhelmed.
"Here's $300,000, and 20 more NSV machine guns?"
grunt!
I don't know who swallowed his saliva without ambition. Colonel Maozi turned his head and stared viciously. Lockbox, not to mention, money is really heavy.
Mr. Colonel suddenly had an absurd idea.
Compared with 10 catties of iron and 10 catties of money, which one is heavier?
Then in the next second, I was pushed away by myself, no matter what jokes, I can bite you with money and iron.
Except for the firearms, the bullets were almost half-gifted, and even under John's haggling, they became 2 cents a piece!
This is like giving away for free. I swallowed 400,000 rounds of bullets in one go. These will be sent to the front line in Somalia. I heard that it can be shipped free.
Ben Longfellow was watching from behind. He watched a group of people bargaining for prices on tanks, armored vehicles, and cannons. Ten thousand dollars, but these amounts can fight a small war on the front line.
This is too cheap.
He was a little moved, did he also spend some money to bring some goods? This can also be purchased.
In the United States, there are now overseas purchasing agents, but it seems that it is illegal to purchase arms. Ben Longfellow can only suppress his restless heart, smoking a cigarette and leaning against a jeep.
"Hey, buddy, give me one." At this time, a voice came from his ear, and he turned his head to see that Cherkovso was walking, taking his hand out of his pocket, and with a breath, he took a breath in mid-air. In the dense fog, his hand seemed frozen and his joints were stiff. When he took the cigarette, the lighter couldn't light. Finally, Ben Longfellow shook his hand vigorously, and the lighter was lit. He spit out a smoke ring, pointed at the weapons all over the floor, and said with a smile, "How about it? Do you want to play? Do you want to fire a gun? Tank? Or a bazooka? If you want to play, let me know. Anyway, it's cheap. If you like it, I can still buy a few tanks to go back, now buy 6 get 1 free!"
Mao Xiong is really generous in doing business.
"You...is it really okay to sell weapons like this?" Ben Longfellow was still like a naive child. He didn't even know why he asked this question, "You are selling weapons and equipment, which are national resources."
Cherkovso looked at the other party in surprise, what's the matter?
Have a sense of justice?
Seeing the other party like that, he frowned and took a puff of cigarette, "You don't understand, we haven't received military expenses for more than two months."
It's no secret that in 1991, many republics stopped allocating funds to local garrisons. In order to maintain the normal life of the troops, some commanders had to sell military supplies at their disposal. For a small fee, local residents can drive the so-called "scrap" armored vehicles home.
With the full withdrawal of troops from Eastern Europe and the Commonwealth of Independent States and the massive reduction of troops, the military warehouses and storage bases in Russia have reached a supersaturated level, and they cannot accept millions of weapons and equipment at all. Many of the withdrawn weapons and equipment had to be stored in the open air in temporary warehouses very close to the settlements. These maintenance costs, plus labor, cost money!
Maintenance requires gun oil, engine oil, etc. I don’t even have enough to drink, and I use it to clean the gun, is it possible?
Didn't get military money?
This is simply unimaginable for Ben Longfellow, who lives in relative peace. He knows that if the young masters in the army have less benefits, they will have to scream! Being able to hold on for two months is pretty good.
"Then do you sell everything?" He pursed his lips, the smell of cigarettes still lingering on it.
Cherkovso gave him a meaningful look, "The world has made us start advocating only dollars!"
There is no direct answer to these words, but it also explains everything from the side.
There are too many weapons on Mao Xiong’s books. A Soviet officer once revealed that almost every Soviet combat unit will have more than the number of reserve weapons of the unit, and there is even a battalion of spare guns that can be equipped with 4 Soviets. military adviser. Although these words are exaggerated, with the addition of these ledgers, how terrifying is the total number of weapons! However, with the disintegration of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War, Russia no longer needs such powerful armed forces to maintain a high degree of deterrence, and these weapons have become a burden instead.
Anyone with a bit of guts dared to go to the barracks to "digg for gold", often stealing some guns and bullets or even shoulder-fired rocket launchers to resell.
Hungry bears don't even know who they are when they sell weapons and equipment cheaply. As long as they are willing to pay, even ordinary people can drive tanks home It is more exaggerated than buying and selling weapons. There is a shortage, and many old Soviet troops have no place to store their weapons, so they will store them casually in some ordinary places, such as temporary open-air warehouses set up in the wild, and some even openly park tanks in rows on the side of the road. Don't be surprised if you see someone with a tank on the road.
This is just a day-to-day operation.
It is also a long-term business. During the second Chechen war later, the members of the negotiating team of the other party said that they asked the other party to share some weapons with them. This is of course a refusal, and then the other party said that it was sold.
money to take...
This has to be considered. As for whether there is a deal, I don't know, but there must be tricks in it.
Ben Longfellow suddenly realized something, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked softly, "Did Mr. Nicholas ... cooperate with you before? Or is your relationship always so good?"
This guy, how can you ask such a question?
Cherkovso found that this guy had high scores and low abilities. Of course, he couldn't tell the truth, so he spoke typical diplomatic rhetoric.
"We cooperate with all partners who are interested in cooperation."
…
https://
The genius remembers the address of this site in one second:. Mobile version reading URL:
Anyone who sees this warehouse full of weapons and equipment piled up like a mountain will feel shocked.
There are probably thousands of guns in the big warehouse in front of me, right? !
The most important thing is to sell according to how much a ton is.
Dozens of soldiers rudely packed the AK47 and AKM into sacks, and then transported them to the weighing point with a truck, and began to weigh them. A total of eight large electronic scales were placed, and then someone registered, moved, packaged...
It's orderly.
"No, no, 20,000 US dollars per ton, this is our lowest price." A dissatisfied voice pulled Ben Longfellow out of his shock. He followed the voice and saw that John was talking to a colonel. There was a very intense verbal exchange, and the latter was obviously very excited, and his voice raised several tunes.
John looked calm, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, frowning, patted the colonel on the shoulder, then nodded with a smile, "Yes!"
According to the weight of AK is about 4.1 kg, this ton is actually about 250, which is about 80 US dollars per handle. If this price is usually not available, according to the current market price in Africa, it is 400-400. It looks like 600 US dollars, that is, it can be directly doubled by six or seven times, which is simply a huge profit.
"Boss, it's 12 tons in total." After the weighing was over, the employee came over and calculated in a notebook with a pen.
John glanced at it, snapped his fingers, and someone next to him handed over a lockbox. He spread it out towards the colonel, and the green coins instantly dazzled people, making them overwhelmed.
"Here's $300,000, and 20 more NSV machine guns?"
grunt!
I don't know who swallowed his saliva without ambition. Colonel Maozi turned his head and stared viciously. Lockbox, not to mention, money is really heavy.
Mr. Colonel suddenly had an absurd idea.
Compared with 10 catties of iron and 10 catties of money, which one is heavier?
Then in the next second, I was pushed away by myself, no matter what jokes, I can bite you with money and iron.
Except for the firearms, the bullets were almost half-gifted, and even under John's haggling, they became 2 cents a piece!
This is like giving away for free. I swallowed 400,000 rounds of bullets in one go. These will be sent to the front line in Somalia. I heard that it can be shipped free.
Ben Longfellow was watching from behind. He watched a group of people bargaining for prices on tanks, armored vehicles, and cannons. Ten thousand dollars, but these amounts can fight a small war on the front line.
This is too cheap.
He was a little moved, did he also spend some money to bring some goods? This can also be purchased.
In the United States, there are now overseas purchasing agents, but it seems that it is illegal to purchase arms. Ben Longfellow can only suppress his restless heart, smoking a cigarette and leaning against a jeep.
"Hey, buddy, give me one." At this time, a voice came from his ear, and he turned his head to see that Cherkovso was walking, taking his hand out of his pocket, and with a breath, he took a breath in mid-air. In the dense fog, his hand seemed frozen and his joints were stiff. When he took the cigarette, the lighter couldn't light. Finally, Ben Longfellow shook his hand vigorously, and the lighter was lit. He spit out a smoke ring, pointed at the weapons all over the floor, and said with a smile, "How about it? Do you want to play? Do you want to fire a gun? Tank? Or a bazooka? If you want to play, let me know. Anyway, it's cheap. If you like it, I can still buy a few tanks to go back, now buy 6 get 1 free!"
Mao Xiong is really generous in doing business.
"You...is it really okay to sell weapons like this?" Ben Longfellow was still like a naive child. He didn't even know why he asked this question, "You are selling weapons and equipment, which are national resources."
Cherkovso looked at the other party in surprise, what's the matter?
Have a sense of justice?
Seeing the other party like that, he frowned and took a puff of cigarette, "You don't understand, we haven't received military expenses for more than two months."
It's no secret that in 1991, many republics stopped allocating funds to local garrisons. In order to maintain the normal life of the troops, some commanders had to sell military supplies at their disposal. For a small fee, local residents can drive the so-called "scrap" armored vehicles home.
With the full withdrawal of troops from Eastern Europe and the Commonwealth of Independent States and the massive reduction of troops, the military warehouses and storage bases in Russia have reached a supersaturated level, and they cannot accept millions of weapons and equipment at all. Many of the withdrawn weapons and equipment had to be stored in the open air in temporary warehouses very close to the settlements. These maintenance costs, plus labor, cost money!
Maintenance requires gun oil, engine oil, etc. I don’t even have enough to drink, and I use it to clean the gun, is it possible?
Didn't get military money?
This is simply unimaginable for Ben Longfellow, who lives in relative peace. He knows that if the young masters in the army have less benefits, they will have to scream! Being able to hold on for two months is pretty good.
"Then do you sell everything?" He pursed his lips, the smell of cigarettes still lingering on it.
Cherkovso gave him a meaningful look, "The world has made us start advocating only dollars!"
There is no direct answer to these words, but it also explains everything from the side.
There are too many weapons on Mao Xiong’s books. A Soviet officer once revealed that almost every Soviet combat unit will have more than the number of reserve weapons of the unit, and there is even a battalion of spare guns that can be equipped with 4 Soviets. military adviser. Although these words are exaggerated, with the addition of these ledgers, how terrifying is the total number of weapons! However, with the disintegration of the Soviet Union and the end of the Cold War, Russia no longer needs such powerful armed forces to maintain a high degree of deterrence, and these weapons have become a burden instead.
Anyone with a bit of guts dared to go to the barracks to "digg for gold", often stealing some guns and bullets or even shoulder-fired rocket launchers to resell.
Hungry bears don't even know who they are when they sell weapons and equipment cheaply. As long as they are willing to pay, even ordinary people can drive tanks home It is more exaggerated than buying and selling weapons. There is a shortage, and many old Soviet troops have no place to store their weapons, so they will store them casually in some ordinary places, such as temporary open-air warehouses set up in the wild, and some even openly park tanks in rows on the side of the road. Don't be surprised if you see someone with a tank on the road.
This is just a day-to-day operation.
It is also a long-term business. During the second Chechen war later, the members of the negotiating team of the other party said that they asked the other party to share some weapons with them. This is of course a refusal, and then the other party said that it was sold.
money to take...
This has to be considered. As for whether there is a deal, I don't know, but there must be tricks in it.
Ben Longfellow suddenly realized something, and then suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked softly, "Did Mr. Nicholas ... cooperate with you before? Or is your relationship always so good?"
This guy, how can you ask such a question?
Cherkovso found that this guy had high scores and low abilities. Of course, he couldn't tell the truth, so he spoke typical diplomatic rhetoric.
"We cooperate with all partners who are interested in cooperation."
…
https://
The genius remembers the address of this site in one second:. Mobile version reading URL:
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