601. Gray businessman
After ending the communication with Parcell Argent, Yuri-Orlov breathed a long sigh of relief and rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, looking very tired.
After a while, he dialed another communication again, and the business smile returned to his face.
And what appeared in the holographic projection was a Jedi Knight——Anakin-Skywalker!
"I've kept you waiting, dear Jedi Knight." 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 Jedi Knight in this life. At most, I would be arrested by you and thrown into prison again, huh?"
Anakin-Skywalker's face was very gloomy. He gritted his teeth and said, "I need to regain the planet Lun-Var, but I don't have enough heavy firepower to hit Separatists's tanks. I need a lot of rocket launchers and even anti-tank guns!"
"Oh..." Yuri-Orlov looked like they suddenly realized, "With Galactic Republic's productivity, do we need to rely on smuggling channels to obtain weapons?"
"The hyperspace channel is blocked by Separatists, support cannot be sent in a short time, and I don't want to wait!" Anakin said seriously.
"Okay, then we can talk about the price." Yuri-Orlov said, spreading his hands.
"This money will be guaranteed through Galactic Republic's finances!" Anakin-Skywalker said.
"I think you made a mistake, young Jedi Knight." 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 said sharply.
"You should understand that it is impossible for Galactic 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 completed."
"What on earth do you want me to do!" Anakin became impatient and said loudly.
"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-Val, right? Although I don't know why you are interested in this remote planet, but as far as I know, Confederacy of Independent Systems has blocked the hyperspace navigation of Tion Trade Route. Republic army is difficult to reach, and... I don't think they will put any effort into this planet that has no strategic value." Yuri-Orlov said with a smile.
"Tell me the important point!" Anakin's patience had run out, and he said through gritted teeth.
"Well, I know that there is a Galactic Republic military base on the planet Ren-Var. According to the standard configuration of Galactic Republic, a military base has at least a hyperspace detector, high-power hyperspace communications, and a large amount of weapons and ammunition... I can give you a batch of weapons, which can definitely deal with Confederacy of Independent Systems's ATT assault tank delivers a fatal blow, giving you a chance to win the battle. But when you win, the hyperspace probe and high-power hyperspace communicator on the planet Ren-Var, as well as half of the weapons inventory, belong to me," Yuri-Orlov said.
"This is the property of Galactic Republic!"
"Who knows? Maybe, Separatists's robot moved all these things away after occupying the base?"
Anakin-Skywalker looked gloomy, and after a while, he said word by word, "That's it, deal."
"Then, happy cooperation." Yuri-Orlov and Anakin agreed on the delivery method and location, and closed the communication.
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, Vitaly." 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? Is it useful? Look around you! The entire galaxy is already at war! Although Tang Xiao is a piece of Fucking shit, he predicted this matter ten years ago! This is our opportunity!"
"So when each of you rushes towards this war, we want to end it." Vitaly-Orlov said.
"Fuck You!! Isn't the war over when the winner is determined? Is there something wrong with us just making money in it? At least it's better than making money with shit like Fourth Group Trade Federation!" Yuri scolded.
"You don't understand, Yuri. Here, I found my lifelong dream. I want to help others! I can't bear to see your weapon penetrating other people's chests. We can never cooperate again, brother." Vitaly said lightly.
"So? This is how you want to be remembered by future generations? Waving billboards in front 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 no effect except making this war intensify." Vitaly 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 started cleaning 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 need as many as we can! If you can't get 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 anti-tank missiles! I'll tell that Fucking Fourth Group!
After saying that, he jumped up and kicked the cleaning robot, but the robot didn't move at all. He stumbled, then wiped his face again, his expression became humble, and 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 to go it alone, although he established relationships with some manufacturers of Corellia, in the end he was still frustrated to find that his largest supply channel was still Fourth Group under Tang Xiao.
Although his arms business grew bigger and bigger, becoming one of the largest private arms dealers in the galaxy, in the end, he still failed to escape the control of Dawn Star Planet.
Sometimes Yuri even wonders, sometimes, does his brother want to live more freely?