Heading to Great Bear, I want "Big Gudu"

Chapter 10: Heading to the Great Bear, I Want the "Big Gudu"

For the next ten days, Brook launched a large-scale procurement operation in Punjab.

He mainly purchased agricultural products such as wheat, rice, potatoes, sugar, carrots, and tomatoes.

Although he could have "taken" them directly without spending money, he had his own principles—not to rob the poor.

What's more, the prices of these grains were unbelievably low locally.

Taking wheat as an example, in Britain, 1 Pound Sterling could buy 5 jin of wheat, but in India, 1 Pound Sterling could buy 12 jin of wheat.

Even due to the huge quantity he purchased, the final average transaction price was 1 Pound Sterling for 15 jin of wheat.

Brook didn't even need to use his reserve gold; he only spent half of the funds obtained from the Indian Industrial Credit and Investment Bank.

After the procurement was completed, Brook flew directly to Ukraine—no, it was still the territory of the Great Bear.

After the "8.19" incident, the Great Bear would officially disintegrate, and Ukraine would not declare independence until August 24th.

It was only August 3rd, still more than 20 days away.

But Brook had no intention of waiting that long.

As soon as he walked out of the airport, Brook saw a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, with a graceful figure.

She was holding a sign with "Mike Austin" written on it and waiting.

Brook walked straight towards her.

Mike Austin was the alias on his passport.

A hint of surprise flashed in the beauty's eyes, clearly not expecting Mr. Austin to be so... petite.

But her professional demeanor allowed her to quickly regain her composure.

She extended her hand and said with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Austin, I am Zoryana Volodymyrivna Romanova, and I will be responsible for your itinerary from now on."

"Hello, Ms. Romanova."

Brook also extended his hand, loosely grasping it at the fingertips.

Then they got into the car, with Romanova driving.

Mr. Austin, as per your request, we have already contacted General Kuznetsov and can arrange a meeting for you at your convenience.

Romanova said while driving.

"What if I entrust this matter to you as well?"

"This..." Romanova hesitated.

"What, you're scared?"

"I can offer you consultation in my personal capacity, but the company cannot be involved in such matters."

Romanova bit her lip, clearly weighing the pros and cons.

"Oh, Ms. Romanova, you want to leave Ukraine."

Romanova sighed, "If your deal is truly successful, then I can only leave Ukraine, or even the Great Bear."

Although she used the word "if," she knew this deal was almost a sure thing.

Austin was using not only money for the transaction, but also a large amount of grain.

Ukraine was already restless internally, eager to break free from the Great Bear's control.

Now, they were just waiting for the right moment.

At this critical juncture, whoever could provide a large amount of grain to relieve the people...

That person would become the first president after Ukraine's independence.

General Kuznetsov could not refuse such temptation.

She was now a pawn of the company, possibly even facing mortal danger.

But she had no choice.

Brook sized up Romanova beside him again.

Her exquisite face, sapphire-like eyes, and flawless figure.

She perfectly embodied the beauty of Ukrainian women, a feast for the eyes just to look at.

"If you satisfy me, I'll take you back to England."

Romanova's eyes lit up instantly.

This Austin was definitely a rich man.

The gold on that fax alone was wealth she couldn't earn in several lifetimes.

"I'm 26 years old, I've never had a boyfriend, and I just had a health check-up, my physical condition is excellent..."

"Cough, cough, you'll follow me in this negotiation. I want to see your capabilities."

Brook quickly interrupted her, otherwise, who knew what censored words might come out.

"Don't worry, boss. Ukraine has long yearned for independence and is utterly incapable of maintaining such a massive arsenal. Selling them off is the only option besides destruction. Here, these weapons are nothing more than scrap metal."

Romanova quickly regained her professional demeanor, analyzing with utmost seriousness.

"Everything else is negotiable, but what if I want the 'Big Gudu'?"

Brook suddenly dropped a bombshell.

Romanova's pupils contracted sharply, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Is this Austin a member of a terrorist organization?

He actually wants the 'Big Gudu'!

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Does he intend to destroy the world?

"Drive properly."

The vehicle had already started weaving on the road, Brook reminded her immediately.

Romanova suppressed her inner fear, concentrating on steadying the steering wheel.

But her throat felt terribly dry, and she kept swallowing.

"Don't worry, I have no interest in destroying the world. There's a difference between 'not having' and 'not using'."

"B...boss, is that true?"

"With so many beautiful women like you in this world waiting for me, how could I bear to destroy it?"

Brook's answer eased some of the fear in Romanova's heart.

The subsequent transaction process went much smoother than Brook had anticipated.

Kuznetsov was indeed willing to sell anything.

Guns and grenades were a given.

It was enough to equip two or three brigades.

Seven An-225 transport aircraft, 650 tanks, 700 armored vehicles.

Fifty aircraft, including ten heavy strategic bombers, five Tu-95MS, and twenty Tu-160 bombers, some equipped with Kh-55 subsonic cruise missiles.

30 missile launchers, and 20 land-based intercontinental ballistic missiles, 200 intercontinental ballistic missiles, and 1000 other missiles.

300 of these carried the "Big Gudu".

In addition, there were some blueprints and parameters for these weapons.

Although not a complete set, they were detailed enough.

Brook only paid a total of 50 million tons of agricultural products, 5 tons of gold bars, and 2 million Pound Sterling.

After the transaction, he gave Romanova twenty thousand Pound Sterling as a settling-in fee.

He told her to handle her domestic affairs and then go to Britain to find him before the end of the month.

As for whether Romanova would abscond with the money.

Brook wasn't too concerned.

Firstly, twenty thousand Pound Sterling wasn't a lot.

The amount Romanova saved him in this transaction far exceeded this sum.

After all, compared to an outsider like Brook.

Romanova was ruthless when dealing with "her own people".

Secondly, if he could test a person's heart with such a small amount of money.

He felt it was worth it.

Brook did not return to Britain directly, but instead used a Space Gate to travel to Great Xia.

Great Xia at this time was not like the Great Xia of 2025, which was full of cameras.

The sudden appearance of a person would not be detected.

He stayed in Great Xia for twenty days.

This time and space were not exactly the same as his original world; at least his hometown did not exist.

But looking at those familiar faces, Great Xia was still the Great Xia in his heart.

Sooner or later, he would return to Great Xia to settle down.

Brook began large-scale purchasing again.

He bought various seasonings by the ton, especially Chuan Shu hot pot base, which he piled up into small mountains.

Although the time flow in his independent space was the same as the outside world, the temperature was constant, around 5 degrees Celsius.

As long as he built an ice cellar with ice blocks, anything inside could be preserved for a long time.

Of course, he also bought various teas and spirits in bulk.

For ripe Pu-erh tea, as long as the air is dry and it's well-sealed, it can be preserved for a hundred years without issue.

As for Maotai, he directly bought over 5,000 jars, each weighing over a hundred catties.

If it weren't for the extremely low production of Maotai during this period, and the fact that they couldn't sell it all to him.

He really wanted to buy several hundred more tons.

He planned to bury all the spirits he bought when he returned, and drink them when he came of age.

His actions still attracted the attention of the Great Xia police.

There was no other way; not only was his purchase volume huge, but he was also using Pound Sterling.

It would be strange if he wasn't noticed.

If he hadn't kept changing his appearance and moving from place to place after each transaction, he would have likely been invited for tea long ago.

On his last day before leaving, he went to Kyoto.

Brook left most of the weapons and all the blueprints in his spatial storage in Great Xia.

He hoped that Great Xia in this world would rise earlier.

He hoped that ten years later, when 81192 encountered foreign enemies, they wouldn't have to defend Great Xia's dignity at the cost of their lives.

Instead, they would shout that phrase that made all Great Xia people's blood boil.

"Lock your fire control radar onto me if you dare."