Chapter 112: Cooperation (2)

After realizing all this, Lin Fan felt that this fifty-fifty split of the profits was not some windfall, but rather something perfectly normal. In his heart, he couldn't help but feel grateful toward Han Feng, for it was Han Feng who had changed the trajectory of his life, taught him so much, and made his existence increasingly spectacular.

Some people may have passed away, yet they live on forever in the hearts of others. To Lin Fan, Han Feng was undoubtedly such a man.

"Brother, I have contributed too little to deserve half the profits. How about we make it a thirty-seventy split?" Although he knew Jin Zhengyang might have more to say, Lin Fan felt that such formalities were necessary.

As for Xu Qiang, he had been drinking tea from start to finish, neither asking nor caring about anything. As long as Lin Fan said it was fine, then it was fine. If his boss said something was not acceptable, Xu Qiang would dare to twist off the head of anyone who disagreed and use it as a ball to kick. In his mind, Lin Fan was the person he had committed his life to, and the authority of his boss was absolutely not to be challenged by anyone.

"Brother Lin, you are being too much of a stranger by saying that. Do you want me to take back what I just said?" Jin Zhengyang’s face darkened again, and he spoke with clear displeasure.

"Brother, that’s not what I meant. The goods are all yours, and I am merely responsible for selling them and running errands. Taking fifty percent of the profit really is a bit much," Lin Fan said earnestly, for he did not want Jin Zhengyang to misunderstand and think he was taking advantage of him.

"Since you put it that way, let’s make it a forty-sixty split—forty for you, sixty for me. If you insist on declining further, then we brothers can no longer do business," Jin Zhengyang stated.

The Blue Flag Army was holed up in the Golden Triangle, where resources and connections were scarce. Although they controlled the source of the narcotics, countries around the world were unwelcoming to them, forcing them to rely on others for distribution. While the prices were decent, it was not a long-term solution.

To put it simply, if Jin Zhengyang were a drug manufacturing company, the drugs would pass through numerous large and small distributors after leaving his hands. Once these merchants resold them, they would guarantee at least three, four, or even five times the profit.

Jin Zhengyang knew that if he could sell these drugs directly to other countries, the profit would increase by far more than just a few times; it would reach astronomical figures. Furthermore, the quantity of goods in his hands was too much for one or two people to handle. If he traded in smaller batches, it would create significant security loopholes; if they were ever targeted, he would lose everything.

That was why he offered a forty-sixty split with Lin Fan. After all, Dragon Soul’s global influence was vast, and their channels were far superior to those of ordinary drug lords.

Moreover, Jin Zhengyang also wanted to procure weaponry from Lin Fan, as Dragon Soul maintained good relations with major arms dealers in Russia and the Middle East. Considering all factors, Jin Zhengyang naturally had to offer Lin Fan significant incentives for their drug partnership.

A person must learn to give before they can receive; as a General of the Blue Flag Army, Jin Zhengyang understood this principle well.

"Haha, very well. Since you have put it this way, Brother, I shall respectfully comply." With a slight curve of his lips, a wicked smile appeared on Lin Fan’s face. Changing the subject, he continued, "Brother Jin, it seems the weapons you have here aren't very advanced. It appears the state has only given you obsolete equipment; even that Soviet-made tank is rusting."

Sighing slightly, Jin Zhengyang replied, "There is nothing I can do about it. In a remote place like the Golden Triangle, it’s not bad that the state provides me with even these. Although I would love to replace them with new weapons, I don’t know any arms smugglers capable of obtaining advanced hardware. Sometimes, I worry that if the surrounding countries were to attack with their troops, I honestly wouldn’t know if we could hold them off."

During his time with the Falcons, Lin Fan knew that the Blue Flag Army had more or less friction with the three surrounding countries. Although most of the Blue Flag Army consisted of Chinese people, there had been no large-scale combat for various reasons. Still, no one could predict when a conflict might erupt, which was why Jin Zhengyang wanted to strengthen his military.

Lin Fan smiled slightly and said, "I have some connections with Mr. Konovsky, the leader of the Russian arms dealers. The weapons they have are very advanced—things like the XM8 assault rifle, the M1A2 main battle tank... and even some biochemical or nuclear weapons. Whatever you want, they can get for you."

"Is what you say true, Brother Lin?" Jin Zhengyang’s face lit up with joy as he asked hurriedly. He then poured another cup of "Immortal Drunkenness" for Lin Fan. He had been wondering how to broach the topic, and now that Lin Fan had brought it up himself, Jin Zhengyang was naturally delighted, though he couldn't help but feel a bit agitated. As for the Immortal Drunkenness, compared to weaponry, it was clearly of much lesser value.

Jin Zhengyang’s expression had betrayed him. Lin Fan was now certain his guess was correct: the Blue Flag Army was indeed in need of arms.

Inhaling the intoxicating tea fragrance of the Immortal Drunkenness, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Of course. If you are interested, Brother, I can act as an intermediary. As for the price, it will be at least ten percent lower than the market rate, if not more."

"Interested, I am certainly interested," Jin Zhengyang replied hastily. "Brother Lin, I am counting on you then. As for the drug profits we discussed, let’s keep it at fifty-fifty. Don’t worry, I won’t let you suffer any losses."

In Jin Zhengyang’s view, he had to sell his drugs to someone regardless, and he knew that by selling to Lin Fan, the profits he gained would far exceed those from working with others, simply because Dragon Soul’s distribution channels were so extensive.

Furthermore, getting weapons at ten percent below market price—and Lin Fan had said at least ten percent—would save him a massive amount of money. Plus, these were world-class advanced weapons. Jin Zhengyang felt that this partnership with Dragon Soul was truly worth it.

"Sigh, Brother Jin, if you say that, I am clearly taking advantage of you and making you lose out," Lin Fan said, lifting his cup and taking a sip of the Immortal Drunkenness. "Good tea, truly good tea." Lin Fan marveled to himself again. He seemed to have become addicted to it without realizing; common teas like Dragon Well couldn't compare to this. He thought to himself that he would have to find an opportunity to extort a few pounds from those old guys upstairs.

A few pounds? If Jin Zhengyang knew what Lin Fan was thinking, he would have likely spat out the tea in his mouth. How much Immortal Drunkenness was produced in a year? For this guy to ask for pounds at once—it was outrageous! Unfortunately, Jin Zhengyang could not know Lin Fan’s thoughts.