Chapter 110: Green Olive Tree Foundation

President Ziyahak patiently listened to Mahmoud’s somewhat lengthy report, and carefully read the drawings and photos that Mahmoud had brought. He turned to Latif, who was sitting aside listening intently, and slowly asked: "La Tiff, what do you think?"
Latif yawned slightly before replied: "Your Excellency, on the way here, Colonel Mahmoud has already told me the magic of this quadcopter drone. If all he says is true Yes, then my personal opinion is that we must obtain this equipment from China. It will greatly enhance our ability to obtain battlefield intelligence in Afkhan, and thus more powerfully fight the invaders. I believe that in Afkhan In a mountainous environment, it can exert unparalleled power."
"So, how many such aircraft do you think we need at least?"
Latif thought for a while and replied: "I think that the first batch will require at least one thousand and the corresponding accessories, and in the later stage, it will be added depending on the damage."
"Then it needs at least ten million dollars."
President Ziahak fell silent after a long sigh.
Mahmoud knew in his heart the reason why the President was silent. It was because of poverty!
Pakistan Railway can actually be regarded as a very poor country.
The mineral resources in Pakistan are not rich. Unlike those local tyrant neighbors who lie on oil, the main export material he can get is cotton. Since the founding of the country, the three consecutive national wars have consumed a lot of vitality, the domestic construction is stretched, and there is a neighbour who is staring at it, which makes the national defense expenditure huge, and these expensive weapons and equipment are basically unable to be researched by themselves.
What's more, with the Soviet Russian invasion of Afkhan, a large number of people in the country were displaced, and most of these people poured into Pakistan. On the border, hordes of refugees drag their families with their mouths and wait to be fed. Every day they have to worry about filling their stomachs.
And in order to cope with the aggressive Mao Xiong's flaunting and prestigious fighter jets that have nothing to do with the borders, the fuel consumed by the planes that are ready to patrol every day is an astronomical figure!
In order to make money, Pakistan Railway has tried its best, and even retired a large number of elite soldiers, let them serve as mercenaries in the sandy country, and participated in several Middle East wars.
That is really earning money with life!
Ten million dollars, it doesn’t look like a lot, but where can I save it? Your Excellency is worrying about money.
Thinking of this, Mahmoud tentatively said: "Your Excellency, can you try to use the US military aid funds? We can't actually get that amount of money. It's better to change to this one, besides, use Afkhan. It is also the established strategy of the U.S. to hold back the Soviet Union's southward movement. Our people are bleeding, so we can't let them just watch, right?"
In order to resist the Soviet Union and Russia, the United States paid for it, and the Pakistani Railways worked hard. This is a tacit understanding between the two countries.
The United States assembled a large amount of weapons and ammunition on the border of Pakistan Railway, and transported them into Afkhan along the mountain paths. When they arrived in the hands of the guerrillas, they became a sharp weapon against the bears. On the other hand, Batie sent countless grassroots officers into Afkhan to serve as the tactical instructors of the guerrillas, and some even directly became the leaders of the local guerrillas, leading small groups of troops to fight with the bears in blood.
Facing the torrent of iron and steel of Mao Xiong, the soldiers sent by Batie are making sacrifices every day! And these fighters are all elites of Pakistan and loyal fighters who have stood the test of the battlefield. Each of them is the heart and soul of President Huck!
"However, the money is to support us in name. In fact, it was approved by the U.S. Congress and distributed to their domestic arms groups. The U.S. side has the final say on what equipment to buy, how much to buy, and what price. Can't you speak?"
Latif is in charge of the equipment department and understands these things better.
President Huck snorted heavily from his nose, "Those American politicians, when can they count on them to help us sincerely? If you say friends help, of course, China is reliable."
The other two nodded, yes, in the club of Blue Star, only Huaxia is the real gentleman, and the others are big and small gangsters. The two biggest gang leaders are Eagles. Jiang and Teddy Bear, their gangs, one is called NATO and the other is called Warsaw Pact.
The three of them were deeply concerned, but this did not help solve the problem, and the room fell silent for a while.
Finally, Latif said, "Why don't I come to Smith to talk first? Let him help, and see if we can walk through the way of material assistance. That is not military assistance. The control is a little looser. Moreover, People Huaxia I have also said that this is not military equipment at all, but a civilian article, a thing made by a child to play with photography."
President Huck nodded helplessly and said: "This is the only way to try before talking. If it doesn't work, I will talk to the U.S. ambassador. You two will be responsible for this matter."
The two of them saluted and left, leaving President Huck in his office silently thinking about his thoughts. They don't know when his motherland will be completely free from the shadow of war, and when will he live a good life of prosperity and stability.
...
Mr. Will Smith is just forty this year.
On the surface, he is a successful businessman.
Single, he is brand-name, handsome, personable and caring. Not only does he own a well-run import and export company, he is also a committee member of several human rights organizations and charitable foundations, and he is also the type of rich uncle that is particularly popular with girls.
Of course these are all appearances.
In fact, everyone in the circle knows that under these glamorous appearances, the gray identity of his other half is concealed. He is actually the CIA liaison in South Asia.
In this far-reaching South Asian subcontinent war, a large amount of food, medicine and even clothing, shoes and hats were distributed to large and small refugee camps in Pakistan in the name of humanitarian relief through his hands. , And most of them were transported into Afkhan through secret channels and became the supply of the guerrillas.
The money for the purchase of these materials is nominally from the donations of the so-called "human rights organizations" and "charitable foundations". Of course, some of these organizations are true beloved Virgins, but the vast majority of sources It's not so fair.
And after the money was spent by Mr. Smith, some of it did turn into supplies, and of course some of it turned into operating profits, which made Mr. Smith's recent life quite moist.
When I was warm enough, I wanted to think about it, so when Latif knocked on the door of Mr. Smith’s office, he waited for a while to see that the door was opened, and then a beautiful blond woman with enchanting body hurried from Mr. Smith ran out of his office, ran past La Tiff without raising his head, turned the corridor and disappeared.
Latif recognizes that this beauty is Miss Sophie, Mr. Smith's secretary shortly after taking office.
He shook his head and cursed secretly in his heart: "Damn the American," and then reached out and pushed open the door with the "Green Olive Tree Foundation" sign.