[This story is purely fictional and contains artistic exaggeration. Please do not bring in real place names or countries. Thank you for your understanding.]

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Syria.

A country with a long history and ancient civilization, there were primitive humans in Syria as far back as the Early Paleolithic Age.

The country is located in western Asia, on the east coast of the Mediterranean Sea, bordering Turkey to the north, Iraq to the east, Jordan to the south, Lebanon to the southwest, and Cyprus to the west across the Mediterranean Sea.

It is located in the center of the Middle East, which is rich in oil and natural gas in the world. Its main economic sources are agriculture, petroleum, processing industry and tourism.

Before that.

It has always been a colony divided and ruled by France and Great Britain.

In the early 1940s, Syria declared independence.

However, faced with the complex domestic situation and the threat of imperialist aggression, the ruling landlord-bourgeois political alliance national group was weak.

In the early 1960s, the Baath Party of Syria successfully launched a coup.

The current president, Hafez al-Assad, has been in power so far.

The capital is Damascus.

A world-famous ancient city with a history of more than 4,500 years, it is known as the city in heaven.

Located on the right bank of the Barada River in southwest Syria, the urban area is built on the slopes of Mount Keshin, covering an area of ​​about 100 square kilometers.

Entering the city, Chu Zihang saw prosperity.

Although it is not as modern as the Western world, it is much better than many third world developing countries.

It is probably the 18th-tier small city of later generations. There are no high-rise buildings, and the tallest building is less than ten stories.

The sky is blue and the air is fresh.

The pace of life is slow, and life in Syria is obviously much less stressful.

Moreover, the humanities and culture are profound and reveal heavy traces of history.

But in twenty years, everything here will turn into devastated ruins.

A war-torn place, a arena between powerful nations.

"Boss, should we go directly to the Syrian Presidential Palace, or should we go back to the hotel first?" Victor, the co-pilot, turned his head and asked.

"Making money is important. Go to the Presidential Palace first." Chu Zihang ordered.

"Yes, boss."

Victor nodded and said to Snake Eyes who was driving: "Go directly to the Presidential Palace."

Snake Eyes didn't reply, but he knew something.

According to the satellite navigation, drive directly to the Presidential Palace of Syria.

at the same time.

Syria, in the presidential palace office.

"President, the boss of the umbrella company is on his way over. He wants to meet you in person." The secretary came in and reported.

Hearing this, Syrian President Hafez Assad, who was at work, raised his head and said in surprise: "The boss of the umbrella company?"

"Yes, President."

"Quick, let's go down and prepare to welcome you." Hafez Assad looked shocked and stood up.

He was worried about arms, but the Umbrella Company showed up.

Or should the founder come in person? Arrangements must be made for this big arms dealer.

A few minutes later.

Chu Zihang's vehicle arrived at the presidential palace, and Hafez Assad had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Boss, the person at the door is Hafez Assad, the president of Syria." Victor saw Hafez Assad at the door through the windshield and quickly turned his head to report.

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Chu Zihang also saw the grand formation at the Presidential Palace, smiled slightly and asked: "Are the gifts ready?"

"Ready."

"Let's go, get off the car."

Open the car door.

An approachable smile appeared on Chu Zihang's face and he greeted him.

Naturally, the two sides exchanged polite words and business flattery.

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Presidential Palace, conference room.

After both parties took their seats.

Chu Zihang snapped his fingers and said: "Mr. President, this is our first meeting. A small meeting ceremony cannot be considered respectful."

As soon as the words fell.

Victor carried a combination box and placed it on the table. With a click, the combination lock opened.

Stacks of green old Frank were revealed, filling the entire box.

Assad's eyes lit up when he saw it, at least there was a half-million-meter sword in it, right?

It is indeed an umbrella company with deep pockets, with a total investment of 500,000 yuan.

There is no reason not to accept the money delivered to your door.

"Mr. Nicholas, you are too polite to give such a big gift when we first meet,"

Assad said politely, but his hands were very dishonest and he pocketed the secret box containing 500,000 meters.

Seeing this, Chu Zihang's eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

No one can resist the huge amount of money.

Especially in a world where profit comes first.

"Mr. President, I am here to sell a batch of arms to your country. Do you need it?"

When Chu Zihang saw the other party accepting the gift, he went straight to the topic without any nonsense.

"It's necessary, it's so necessary. Our Syrian army is still using outdated equipment from World War II."

"As a result, Israel repeatedly invaded and even occupied the Golan Heights."

Speaking of which.

Assad sighed, feeling helpless, but also a bit sad for his misfortune and angry for his inability to fight.

"Mr. President, I sympathize with what your country is going through, but I always believe that strength determines everything."

Chu Zihang leaned forward slightly, staring directly at Assad opposite, and said: "This time I brought a batch of Sam's advanced munitions currently in service. If Mr. President takes them all and hires our company

With the military consulting services, I think the problem can be easily solved."

"Mr. Nicholas, how much do you have? What's the price?!"

Assad's expression tightened and he looked directly at Chu Zihang.

"Tanks, armored vehicles, guns and ammunition, etc., not less than ten tons."

"As for the military consulting service, it is calculated on a daily basis. It is two thousand meters a day. There is no bargaining." Chu Zihang made a gesture and said with a smile.

"Of course, the premise is...Mr. President, you have enough money to eat this batch."

Assad frowned slightly, pondered for a moment and asked, "Can I see the goods?"

"Of course, right at the port of Damascus." Chu Zihang shrugged and agreed.

Doing business in the Middle East is good, you can stop at any port and the transportation is convenient.

There is absolutely no need to spend extra shipping costs to ship to inner cities.

Soon.

The two left the Presidential Palace and headed to Damas Port together.

Since Syria is still a bit chaotic, Assad called in his own garrison.

There is about a reinforced group with more than 3,000 people.

Chu Zihang glanced at Assad's garrison, and it was just as he said.

The weapons and equipment are very backward, all of them are from the World War II period.

He even saw the Sten submachine gun, which was really an antique.

Can I fight?

The tank is slightly better, it is the Soviet T64.

With these weapons and equipment, it is no wonder that it cannot defeat Israel, which has the ability to independently research military industry.

The good Golan Highlands were taken away by Israel.

But things are different now.

His arrival can completely upgrade the Syrian army and equip it with all the equipment currently in use by Uncle Sam.

Then after being trained by his mercenaries, he can reach the level of Ganilia.

Turn defeat into victory and turn things around!

With the country?
Chapter completed!