Chapter 83

Gao Yang gently shook his fingers, a hint of indifference on his face as he softly said, "No, Chief Enzuba, what you said is not right! We are not on the same side; we are merely using each other. Please remember this point!"

Gao Yang extended his right hand and lightly tapped his thigh, saying indifferently, "I can help you achieve your goal of overthrowing the current government. In return, I don't want anyone to disturb my company's business in your country. Of course, reasonable taxes will not be neglected. What do you think of this proposal?"

Chief Enzuba grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said with a smile, "No problem, I'm happy to cooperate."

Gao Yang shook his head with a smile, a cold glint flashing in his eyes as he said, "Mr. Chief, your quick agreement makes me feel like you lack sincerity!"

Chief Enzuba was taken aback, pausing for a moment before he grinned and said, "Then what kind of sincerity do you want, Mr. Gao? How about we sign a formal contract?"

Gao Yang still shook his head and said softly, "Any contract in this world can be torn up; I never believe in contracts!"

The few people opposite each other looked at each other, completely unable to understand what Gao Yang wanted. The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Carlos looked at Gao Yang, who was sitting indifferently, tapping his fingers, and coughed, preparing to say something. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Chief Enzuba.

Chief Enzuba gritted his teeth, his eyes twitching slightly before he said, "Then, Mr. Gao, what should we do to make you feel reassured and satisfied?" His words carried a hint of anger.

Gao Yang smoothed his hair, smiled, and said nothing. He got up and walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of whisky, and poured a few glasses. After indicating to the bodyguards to serve the chief and the others, he said indifferently, "I don't need any guarantees! I don't believe in promises or contracts; I only believe in my own strength!"

He sat on the arm of the sofa, a cold look in his eyes, and said in a cold, calm voice, "Since I can help you rise, I can also bring you down! Before doing anything, think carefully about whether you can bear the consequences of your actions! Just remember this!"

After a pause, he softened his tone, put on a smile, and raised his glass slightly to the others, "I hope we have a pleasant cooperation!"

As they left the town, the sky was already darkening, the sun hanging low on the horizon. Gao Yang and his group headed straight for Libreville Airport.

Gao Yang sat quietly in the passenger seat, the window open, the wind blowing through his hair as he looked out at the primitive landscape, lost in thought.

"Why don't you buy weapons from China?" Yuan Dian asked on the road.

"The benefits are too few to make the Chinese government willing to interfere with the French. After all, this is the French's territory. And I don't want to make a big deal out of this, especially since the Americans are closely watching China. It's not the right time to provoke the Americans," Gao Yang replied calmly.

"Then where do you plan to buy weapons to arm these anti-government rebels?" Yuan Dian asked.

Gao Yang took off his sunglasses, a smile curling at the corners of his mouth as he softly said, "Ukraine!"

In September, the weather in Ukraine was pleasant, with a cool breeze blowing from the Dnieper River and the fields golden with the colors of autumn.

The temperature in Ukraine was around 20 degrees, giving a comfortable feeling, incomparable to the conditions in Africa.

Gao Yang, wearing a light blue jacket, black casual pants, and camel shoes, walked out of the Kiev airport with sunglasses on. A previously contacted arms dealer, Nazarenko, saw Gao Yang and his group and quickly approached them.

"Mr. Smith, hello. I am Nazarenko." "Yes, hello," Gao Yang greeted. After some pleasantries, Nazarenko, with his large beard, led Gao Yang and his group to several Mercedes-Benz vans parked by the roadside.

Gao Yang nodded, looked up at the sky, and got into the car.

As a battleground between NATO and Russia, Ukraine has never been peaceful since its independence.

The social order is chaotic, the political situation unstable, and violent crimes rampant. The unemployment rate is high, and many young people who can't find work join street violence. As for young women, they often dream of leaving the country. Ukrainian blonde beauties are as famous in Europe as those from Romania.

Nazarenko had already arranged a hotel for Gao Yang, the Kiev InterContinental Hotel, located in the commercial center of Kiev. This hotel is one of the top hotels in the city, surrounded by many famous tourist attractions, with excellent location, security, and service. Of course, the price is also quite high.

After Gao Yang and his group checked in, Nazarenko left, saying that everything was arranged and that he would come to pick up Gao Yang the next morning after breakfast to inspect the goods and negotiate prices.

Gao Yang quickly washed up and went to the hotel restaurant to have dinner. After such a long time of flying, he was truly exhausted and very hungry.

He had no energy to savor the high-end dishes, eating them hastily and thoroughly.

It was only when he was eating the top-grade Black Sea caviar that the burst of flavor in his mouth made him pause to enjoy the taste. The other diners, all from the upper class, looked at Gao Yang, who was eating caviar with a soup spoon, with the eyes of a nouveau riche.

Gao Yang, hungry and focused only on the food in front of him, was completely immune to these looks. Besides, he didn't know Ukrainian and didn't care what others were saying about him, even Russian was only used temporarily.

Just as he was enjoying his meal, he suddenly heard someone behind him speak in English with a contemptuous tone, "What a vulgar nouveau riche, eating such top-grade caviar is a waste. These Asians are truly the parasites of this planet."

Gao Yang's hand holding the soup spoon suddenly stopped, his face darkening. His eyes twitched slightly, and when he opened them again, they were icy cold!

He casually threw the soup spoon into the plate, the sound of the porcelain cracking. Everyone in the restaurant was startled and turned to look at Gao Yang. Even the band playing stopped.

Gao Yang leaned back in his chair, turned to look at the direction of the voice, and saw a regular table with a young white man and woman staring at him in surprise.

Gao Yang smiled at them, but his eyes were cold. He turned and lit a cigarette. This caused all the guests in the restaurant to express their dissatisfaction, as the restaurant was a no-smoking area!

The restaurant staff hurried over to Gao Yang, but before they could approach, they were stopped by the bodyguards.

The waiter, seeing the tall, muscular, and cold-faced bodyguard, swallowed and said softly to Gao Yang, "Sir, smoking is not allowed in the restaurant. Could you please put out your cigarette? I'm sorry to disturb you."

Gao Yang touched his chin and said indifferently, "Speak in English!" "Uh!" The waiter was taken aback and then repeated in English.

Gao Yang continued smoking, looking at the waiter and said indifferently, "How many more servings of caviar does your restaurant have?"

The white man who had just mocked Gao Yang was already feeling uneasy under Gao Yang's gaze. Hearing this, he felt even more nervous, thinking, "Oh no, is he targeting me? Aren't Asians supposed to be unbothered by such things?"

He wanted to leave quickly but couldn't bear to leave the beautiful woman sitting opposite him. Besides, leaving right after sitting down and ordering would make him look cowardly.

This white man, named George Hahn, was British. His father was a publisher in London, and he was a rich second-generation. George was a well-known playboy in London, using his money to play with many women.

A few days ago, he had a sudden urge to travel to Ukraine for a change of heart, essentially to indulge in some pleasure.

In Kiev, with his somewhat handsome face, smooth talk, and the red and green pounds in his wallet, he easily hooked up with a very beautiful Ukrainian woman named Natasha.

Tonight, George brought this beautiful woman to this famous hotel for dinner, planning to spend the night with her after the meal.

When ordering, Natasha expressed a desire to try the top-grade Black Sea caviar. George, seeing the price, hesitated to respond.

Unexpectedly, he saw Gao Yang, a yellow-skinned man, wolfing down the Black Sea caviar that even he couldn't afford. This, combined with Gao Yang's race, made George, who believed in white supremacy, burst with envy and jealousy, leading him to mock Gao Yang in front of Natasha. George didn't realize he had met his match.

"Sir, you..." The waiter was a bit at a loss. Gao Yang blew a smoke ring and said coldly, "How many more servings of caviar does your restaurant have? I'll buy them all! Don't make me repeat myself!" The deep, cold voice made the waiter's legs tremble.

The waiter stood there, at a loss for words. At this moment, the restaurant manager hurried over, bowed slightly to Gao Yang, and said, "Sir, our service has not met your satisfaction, I am very sorry."

Gao Yang snorted coldly, saying nothing. The manager, gritting his teeth, said, "Sir, we have 13 servings of caviar left. Should we bring them all to you now?"

"Um." Gao Yang nodded coldly.

George's years of experience in the playboy circle told him that things were not looking good. He took a sip of water to hide his expression. Putting down the glass, George smiled at Natasha and said, "Natasha, I'm sorry, I need to go to the restroom."

Just as George was about to leave calmly, two large, dark hands suddenly grabbed his shoulders, the force pushing him back into his seat!