Chapter 603 The Gray Businessman
601. The Gray Businessman
After the communication with Parcel Argent, Yuri Orlov breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his hands vigorously He looked at his face, looking very tired.
After a while, he dialed another communication again, and the business smile returned to his face.
The one who appeared in the holographic projection was a Jedi Knight-Anakin Skywalker!
"I've kept you waiting, dear Jedi." Although Yuri Orlov was smiling, there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "I always thought that I would never be able to do business with a Jedi in this life. At most, I will be arrested by you and thrown into prison again, huh?"
Anakin Skywalker's face was very gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I need to regain the planet Ren-Var, but I don't have enough heavy firepower to hit the separatist tanks. I need a lot of rocket launchers and even anti-tank guns!"
"Oh..." Yuri Orlov looked like he suddenly understood," With the productivity of the Republic, does it need to rely on smuggling channels to obtain weapons? "
"The hyperspace channel is blocked by the Separatists, and support cannot be sent in a short time, and I don't want to wait!" Anakin said seriously! said.
"Okay, then we can talk about the price." Yuri Orlov spread his hands and said.
"This money will be secured through the treasury of the Republic!" Anakin Skywalker said.
"I think you made a mistake, young Jedi." Yuri Orlov shook his head, "We are doing gray business. Do you know what gray is? Oh , this is my favorite color, because it is neither white nor black..."
"I don't want to talk about your preferences!" Anakin snapped.
“You should understand that it is impossible for the Republic to approve this payment. As I said, the gray area, the law, is not allowed.” Yuri Orlov smiled slightly, “So unfortunately, The deal cannot be concluded."
"What on earth do you want me to do!" Anakin said loudly, impatiently.
"I'm a businessman, so it's very simple, just give me money." Yuri Orlov thought for a while, and then said: "But I think you can't come up with money, so let's do this, I'll give you a way ."
"Say!"
"You want to regain the planet Lun-Var, right? Although I don't know why you are interested in this remote planet, but as far as I know, The Confederacy of Independent Systems has blocked the hyperspace navigation of Tion's trade route, making it difficult for the Republic's army to reach, and... I don't think they will invest any force in this planet that has no strategic value. "Yuri-O. Love said with a smile.
“Get to the point!” Anakin’s patience had run out and he said through gritted teeth.
"Well, I know that there is a military base of the Republic on the planet Len-Var. According to the standard configuration of the Republic, a military base must have at least a hyperspace detector and high-power hyperspace communications. I also saved a large amount of weapons and ammunition... I can give you a batch of weapons that can definitely deal a fatal blow to the ATT assault tanks of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, giving you a chance to win the battle. But, after you win, Lun- The hyperspace probe and high-power hyperspace communicator on the planet Vaal, as well as half of the weapons inventory, belong to me," Yuri Orlov said.
"This is the property of the Republic!"
"Who knows? Maybe the Separatist droids moved these things away after taking over the base?"
Anakin Skywalker With a gloomy face, after a while, he said word by word: "That's it, deal."
"Then, happy cooperation." Yuri Orlov made an agreement with Anakin Shipping method and location, communication closed. After that, he fell on the sofa as if he had lost all strength, picked up a glass of whiskey and took a sip, and whispered in his native language, "Братипозбро..."
Then he picked up the communicator, hesitated for a moment, and then connected to a frequency band that he had not contacted for a long time.
In the holographic projection, a familiar face appeared, handsome and handsome, with melancholy lake-blue eyes. It was his younger brother, Vitaly Orlov.
"I need your help, Vitali." Yuri Orlov said tiredly.
Vitaly in the projection was well dressed and did not look downcast at all. He just shook his head and said calmly: "Your business is very good, Yuri, I will not participate. "
Yuri Orlov became anxious, "So you just follow that anti-war organization? Is it useful? Look around you! The whole galaxy is already fighting! Fucking shit, but he predicted this ten years ago! This is our chance!”
"That's why we want to end this war when every one of you is running towards it," Vitali Orlov said.
"Fuck You!! Isn't the war over when the winner is decided? Is there something wrong with us just making money in it? At least making money is better than the Fourth Group Trade Alliance and these bullshit!" Yuri scolded road.
"You don't understand, Yuri. Here, I found my lifelong dream. I want to help others! I can't bear to see your weapon piercing someone's chest. We We can never cooperate again, brother," Vitali said calmly.
"So? This is how you want to be remembered by future generations? Waving billboards at the mouths of those warlords and begging them not to fight?" Yuri finally got angry, "Listen Vitaly "You have nothing in your hands, so don't expect those warlords to listen to you!"
"Will Count Dooku listen to you? Will Tang Xiao? You have nothing but to make this war worse." It doesn't matter." Vitali didn't want to talk anymore, so he cut off the communication directly.
"Fuck!! Fuck!!!" Yuri Orlov yelled angrily, overturning all the wine glasses and fruit plates on the small coffee table in front of him.
The cleaning robot that had been on standby immediately glided over and began to clean up the garbage on the ground.
Yuri Orlov calmed down and then connected to a secret frequency band, "Listen, let's count the anti-tank weapons we have now... No, we want as many as we can! If If you don’t have enough numbers, dig out the RPG from the bottom of the box! ... M-41 is a good thing! I need 10,000 launchers and 100,000 rounds. Anti-tank missiles! ...Okay! You're a fucking bastard! I'll tell the Fucking Group myself!"
After that, he jumped up and kicked the cleaning robot. He stumbled without moving at all, then wiped his face again, his expression became humble, and he connected the communication.
"Hi! Miss Gross, long time no see..." He kept his iconic smile and got close to the beauty in public clothes in the holographic projection.
In fact, after he left Tang Xiao and went on his own, although he established relationships with some manufacturers on the planet Corellia, he was still frustrated to find in the end that his largest supply channel was still under Tang Xiao. The fourth group.
Although his arms business grew bigger and bigger and became one of the largest private arms dealers in the galaxy, in the end, he still failed to escape the control of the Dawn Planet.
Sometimes Yuri even wonders, sometimes, does his brother want to live more freely?
(End of this chapter)