On the thirty-third floor of Roland Building on Wall Street in New York, Jensen, as usual, ordered two Mexican burritos and a large coffee from a nearby fast-food restaurant he often visited, then carried them into his office.
N&J International Trade Company, formally known as Nolan and Gipling International Trade Company, was an enterprise whose name alone made it sound vulgar and ordinary.
But anyone with even a little sense would not view it that way.
The fact that it could establish its headquarters on Wall Street, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, was proof enough that N&J was far from ordinary.
In fact, this international trading company, which dealt in the import and export of various types of equipment, was one of the best among the tens of thousands of arms trading companies in the United States. Since its founding in 1971 with capital raised by two retired senior Defense Department officials, its annual overseas arms sales had ranged from several hundred million to more than a billion dollars. For an arms middleman that produced nothing itself, that was an extremely impressive figure.
He had barely entered his office and sat down, without even having time to touch his breakfast, when Jensen heard a knock at the door. "Knock, knock!"
"Come in..."
He set his breakfast on the desk and answered without raising his head. Then, as the door opened, the familiar voice of his young secretary rang out.
"General Manager, there's an email that requires your attention!"
Jensen looked up at the young beauty who had entered his office, surprise appearing on his face. "Nena, what email is it?"
"You should take a look yourself..."
The secretary named Nena seemed somewhat wary. She took out a printed sheet from the folder in her arms and