601Grey businessman

After finishing the communication with Passel Argent, Yuri Orlov sighed in relief, rubbing his face with both hands, looking very tired.

After a while, he re-dialed another communication, and the commercial smile returned to his face.

And what appeared in the holographic projection was a Jedi Knight-Anakin-Skywalker!

"I kept you waiting, dear Jedi." Although Yuri Orlov was smiling, there was a sarcasm in his tone, "I always thought I would never be able to do business with the Jedi in my life. Well, at most, you will be taken to prison again, eh?"

Anakin Skywalker's face was very gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said: "I need to recover the planet of Ren-Val, but I don't have enough heavy firepower to hit the separatist tanks. I need a lot of bazooka and even anti-tank. gun!"

"Oh..." Yuri Orlov looked suddenly enlightened, "With the productivity of the Republic, do we need to rely on smuggling channels to obtain weapons?"

"The hyperspace channel is blocked by separatism, and support can't be delivered in a short time, and I don't want to wait!" Anakin said solemnly.

"Okay, then we can talk about the price." Yuri Orlov said, spreading his hands.

"This money will be secured through the finances of the Republic!" said Anakin Skywalker.

"I think you've got one thing wrong, young Jedi." Yuri Orlov shook his head. "We're doing grey stuff. Do you know what grey is? Oh, that's my favorite. color, for 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 transaction cannot be reached."

"What the **** do you want me to do!" Anakin cried out, impatiently.

"I'm a businessman, so it's easy, just give the money." Yuri-Olov thought for a while, then said, "But I don't think you can get the money, so let's do it, I'll give you a way. ."

"Say!"

"You want to recapture the planet of Ren-Val, right? Although I don't know why you are interested in this remote planet, but as far as I know, the Confederation of Independent Systems has blocked the hyperspace navigation of the Tyon trade route, the army of the Republic It's hard to get to, and...I don't think they'll put any effort into this strategically worthless planet," Yuri Orlov said with a smile.

"Talk about it!" Anakin's patience was exhausted, he said through gritted teeth.

"Well, I know that there is a military base of the Republic on the planet Ren-Val. According to the standard of the Republic, a military base has at least hyperspace probes, high-power hyperspace communication, and a large amount of weapons and ammunition. ...I can give you a batch of weapons that can definitely deal a lethal blow to the ATT assault tanks of the Confederation of Independent Systems and give you a chance to win the battle. But when you win, the hyperspace on the planet Ren-Val Probes and high-power hyperspace communicators, as well as half of the weapons inventory, belong to me." Yuri-Olov said.

"This is the property of the Republic!"

"Who knows? Maybe the separatist droids removed all this after taking over the base?"

Anakin-Skywalker had a gloomy face, and after a while, he said word by word: "That's it, the deal."

"Then, pleasant cooperation." Yuri Orlov agreed with Anakin on the delivery method and place, and closed the communication.

After that, he collapsed on the sofa as if he had lost his strength, took a sip of whiskey and whispered in his native language, "?..."

Then he picked up the communicator, hesitated for a while, and then connected to a frequency band that had not been contacted for a long time.

In the holographic projection, a familiar face appeared, handsome and handsome, with blue eyes with melancholy. It was his younger brother, Vitaly Olof.

"I need your help, Vitaly," Yuri Olof said wearily.

Vitali in the projection was well-dressed and didn't look down at all. He just shook his head and said lightly: "Your business is very good, Yuri, I won't participate."

Yuri Orlov became anxious, "So you just follow that anti-war organization? Does it work? Does it work? Look around you! The whole galaxy is already fighting! Although Tang Xiao is a piece of Fucking shit, but He predicted this ten years ago! This is our chance!"

"That's why we want to end this war when each of you is running for it," Vitaly-Olov said.

"FuckYou!! Isn't the war over when the war is decided? Is there something wrong with us just making money in it? At least it's better than making money with **** like the Fourth Group Trade Union!" Yuri scolded.

"You don't get it, Yuri. Here, I found my lifelong dream. I want to help people! I can't stand seeing your weapon pierce someone's chest, we'll never be able to work together again. , brother." Vitaly said lightly.

"So what? This is how you want to be remembered by future generations? Waving billboards at the gates of those warlords begging them to stop fighting?" Yuri finally got angry, "Listen to Vitaly, you have everything in your hand. No, then don't expect those warlords to listen to you!"

"Will Count Dooku listen to you? Will Tang Xiao? You have no role other than making this war worse." Vitaly didn't want to talk any more, so he cut off the communication directly.

"Fuck!! Fuck!!!" Yuri Orlov scolded loudly, 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 slid over and began to clean up the **** on the ground.

Yuri Orlov calmed down, and then connected to a secret frequency band, "Listen, take an inventory of the anti-tank weapons we have now... No, as many as you want! If you don't have enough numbers, then put The RPG came out of the box for me too!...M-41? Yeah! M-41 is a good thing! The dual-barrel bazooka has plenty of firepower! I need 10,000 launchers~www.mtlnovel.com~ and 100,000 rounds Anti-Tank Missiles!...Ok! You're a **** bastard! I'll tell that Fucking Fourth Group myself!"

After speaking, he jumped up and kicked the cleaning robot, but the robot didn't move at all, but he stumbled, then wiped his face again, his expression became humble, and the communication was connected.

"Hi! Miss Gross, it's been a long time..." He maintained that iconic smile, almost posing for the beauty in public attire in the holographic projection.

In fact, after he left Tang Xiao to go it alone, although he developed a relationship with some manufacturers of Corellia planet, in the end he was still frustrated to find that his biggest supply channel was still under Tang Xiao. Fourth Group.

Although his arms business is getting bigger and bigger, he has become one of the largest private arms dealers in the galaxy, but in the end, he still failed to escape the control of Dawn Planet.

Sometimes Yuri even wonders, sometimes, does his brother want to live more freely?

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