I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping
Chapter 1419 - 960 S.B

Chapter 1419: 960 S.B

"Was it you guys supporting this from behind?"

"How could it be possible."

"Why not."

Wei Wei casually said, "Whenever there’s a war, isn’t it you arms dealers who benefit the most."

The handsome man named Martin didn’t refute, explaining in layman’s terms, "We only do business, we don’t sponsor."

"So is this Myanmar conflict a job you guys took?"

"Wei Wei, how can you say ’you guys’, doesn’t Martin Fock also have shares in your family."

Martin.

The name is quite telling.

Of course.

It has little to do with the handsome man himself.

The big boss of the world-renowned arms conglomerate Martin Fock is his father.

"Is that alliance army causing trouble in Myanmar right now?"

"Yeah, this warlord faction has expanded their territory threefold. They’re one of the rare forces suppressing cyber fraud in Myanmar. I suspect that Shenzhou is supporting them from behind."

"Not you guys?"

Wei Wei asked, habitually using ’you guys’.

Martin didn’t correct her this time, shaking his head, "Our client is the other side."

"Those poor bastards in Myanmar, can they afford it."

Wei Wei bluntly said.

People are divided into levels.

So are countries and regions.

It’s really low to take fraud as the main industry.

"Myanmar definitely can’t afford it. The ones doing business with us are their bosses behind the scenes."

"Who are their bosses?"

Wei Wei casually asked, looking at the distant skyline, treating it like gossip.

"Dongying. Fujiwara Consortium."

Upon hearing this.

The absentminded Wei Wei suddenly turned her head, finally sparking a bit of interest.

Compared to the poverty-stricken Myanmar, the Fujiwara Consortium does qualify to be noteworthy.

"Why are the Dongying people getting involved? Maybe they’re the ones behind Myanmar’s fraud schemes?"

Wei Wei’s guess was reasonable.

Thinking of Dongying.

And then Shenzhou.

One can’t help but think of the irrepressible animosity between the two.

Though Dongying has other grudges than just with Shenzhou, and has clashed with her nation too. Take this very location for example, Pearl Harbor, a historical reference. Back then, Dongying’s fighter jets roared across the skies, raining countless bombs and leaving craters of humiliation that could never heal. But compared to Shenzhou, that pain seems minor.

If she put herself in their shoes, if roles were reversed, it wouldn’t have just been two toys thrown in anger, but the entire nation being wiped off the map.

"I don’t know. We just do business, cash and goods, other matters have nothing to do with us."

Wei Wei’s lips curled up slightly, "The Dongying people really are incorrigible, never at peace. Are they determined to oppose Shenzhou?"

"The inherent nature of Dongying has never changed, bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

"Shenzhou’s not weak, the current Shenzhou isn’t something they can mess with."

Wei Wei mused.

"That’s why they can only nod and bow to us. If it weren’t for our need of him, he might have already knelt before Shenzhou. But unlike dogs, Dongying people can’t be tamed."

When Martin said this, his tone and demeanor weren’t sarcastic or insulting, rather quite natural, as if simply stating a universally recognized truth.

"Quite interesting indeed."

Wei Wei smiled. Though not a broad smile, it was enough to make Martin feel accomplished, so he continued, "Myanmar has now become an alternate battlefield for Shenzhou and Dongying. The more fiercely they fight, the richer we get."

"What’s the current situation? Which side is likely to win?"

Wei Wei asked with interest.

"Shenzhou’s side still has deeper pockets, the latest news is they’ve even deployed drones."

"Then why don’t you quickly get Fujiwara Consortium to follow up." Wei Wei teased.

Martin shook his head, perhaps it was dry humor, "We’re legitimate operators, we don’t coerce."

"Shenzhou’s government surely wouldn’t directly get involved. Who’s their proxy?"

Wei Wei asked, hitting the nail on the head.

She may not be older than college students back home, but age, perspective, and cognition aren’t necessarily linked.

"Seems like people from Goryeo."

"Goryeo?"

Wei Wei found it even more intriguing.

Goryeo, Dongying.

Aren’t these her two loyal followers.

If the two subordinates fight, as a boss, she could turn a blind eye, provided Shenzhou isn’t involved.

Goryeo holds significant global strategic importance. Shenzhou wouldn’t quietly take over?

Wei Wei tapped the railing.

"Head back."

"Wei Wei, are you free tomorrow?"

After stepping on land, Martin asked.

Wei Wei didn’t respond, not even giving him the chance to see her off. A convoy of three luxury cars appeared at the port promptly.

The bodyguard opened the car door.

Wei Wei got in, took off her sunglasses, "To the airport."

Outside the car.

The young master of Martin Fock Group was still watching.

After a moment, Wei Wei lowered the window, giving a polite slight smile, "Stay in touch."

Young Master Martin nodded immediately, grinning from ear to ear.

The convoy started.

Headed straight for the airport.

Gulfstream G70.

The crew was already in place.

The impulsive Wei Wei boarded her private jet exclusively serving her, and as she sat down, she ordered her bodyguard.

"Get me all the information on the Myanmar conflict."

The Gulfstream G70 soared through the blue skies like a seagull.

Wei Wei looked at the laptop before her. Her amber eyes gleamed, and her lips involuntarily curled upwards.

Usually lazy, she exhibited an unusual focus, absorbed in browsing for more than an hour, making several phone calls in the meantime.

Information gathered from all directions quickly painted the full picture of the Myanmar conflict from its onset to now.

Even photos of Xu Kuan and Xing Jie appeared on her laptop screen.

Goryeo Chinese.

Formerly a corporation.

Lan Peizhi.

Wei Wei couldn’t help but recall that trip to Haojiang.

The hard-fought opportunity ended in nothing, a wasted trip, preparing the ground for others.

At the gambling license auction, a certain guy sat beside someone, spending lavishly, exuding suave postures.

A nemesis indeed.

Wei Wei thought of using the satellite phone to contact that troublesome Young Master Martin, delivering someone a gift from afar, but rationality restrained her impulsivity.

Personal grudges shouldn’t interfere with business.

The Martin Fock family indeed has shares, but they can’t act unilaterally.

Plus, she didn’t have that much power.

After calculating, Wei Wei exhaled lightly, suppressing her fluctuating emotions.

She didn’t contact Young Master Martin.

She held the satellite phone, followed her phone contacts, and dialed a number.

Half a minute later, the call connected.

"Hello."

A familiar-sounding voice came through.

Wei Wei remained silent and hung up the call.

Before the other end could express confusion, a few seconds later, she called again.

"Hello."

Hung up again.

Dialed again.

The unfortunate on the other side probably showed emotion, "Who is it?"

The satellite phone naturally didn’t have caller ID.

"Inciting armed rebellion, destabilizing the region, threatening other countries’ sovereignty—this is classic terrorism."

This time, she didn’t hang up.

But Wei Wei had set up a voice changer in advance.

"Who are you?"

The person on the other side was probably bewildered, as anyone would be.

"You don’t need to know who I am. It’s enough that I know who you are. Congratulations, soon your name will resonate around the world like Laden’s."

Jiang Chen took the phone away, looking at the string of illogical Arabic numbers displayed on the call screen, then brought the phone closer again.

"You dialed wrong."

The other side ignored him.

"I can keep this secret for you."

Still with an AI-like voice and tone.

Jiang Chen was silent.

"Pay up, one billion US Dollars."

"..."

After a long silence, he replied.

"SOB."

Then.

The call was promptly hung up.

High above thousands of miles.

In the Gulfstream G70.

Wei Wei, caught off guard by the insult, expressionlessly put down the satellite phone, then looked up.

"What does SOB mean?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

Crew members from various continents remained silent.