Chapter 466: Chapter 466: The Crazy Tycoon
[Chapter 551: The Crazy Tycoon]
William White was digging a pit for Murdoch, enjoying every moment of it. He was growing impatient; as long as he could hit the old man hard, losing a little money wouldn't be a big deal.
"Sir, the London office reported they received a massive number of orders. They want to know if you agree to the sales."
After saying this, Filson couldn't help but reflect. Their boss didn't seem to know what he was thinking; he placed an order for thousands of armored SUVs all at once. Initially, they thought it would become leftover stock, but now it seemed there wouldn't be enough.
"Geez, who's this big spender? That's a Bentley SUV, not your run-of-the-mill model."
"Sir, the desert tycoons have gone crazy; they suddenly love this type of car. Although many bought them before, they've never done so in such concentration."
"Tell them I need 1,500 vehicles; for any others, raise the price by 15% since those were reserved by other clients."
Filson complained inwardly; what clients were reserved? This was purely your own order. The ability to mass-produce armored SUVs makes you quite a character.
"By the way, Filson, Tesla is also planning to release some vehicles of this type. The current model is just too soft."
"Sir, this current order seems a bit irrational. It might not start a trend, right?"
"Heh, I don't see it that way. The oil prices won't rise too much in the short term. In a world filled with conflict, there's a great need for tough vehicles."
It turned out the hot sale of Bentley SUVs was indeed related to the situation in desert regions. These fleeing tycoons realized that supercars were nothing but a joke; sure, they might look nice for showing off, but they were utterly useless for escaping.
You didn't need more than two of these cars at home; your chances of escaping increased dramatically. Moreover, these vehicles had a large cargo capacity for packing up gold and valuables to take along.
Thinking about the gold and antiques they had to leave behind made these successful escapees feel heartbroken. Good grief, how could they have been so foolish? If they had bought four vehicles, they could have easily paid for a whole convoy with those treasures.
No comparison means no hurt. If most people only bought one car, they wouldn't feel this way. The reality was, many bought four.
Okay, that related to their laws. If you bought one car for the first wife, you had to buy another for the other wives, too. Unless it was for your personal use, otherwise, one car per wife. Villas, yachts, jewelry, it was all the same.
This escape experience taught them that Rolls-Royces and supercars were utterly useless when it came to escaping. One slip up, and they would lose everything -- their lives and their money.
The madman's operation almost belonged in a psychological thriller. It was said the battle lasted fourteen hours, but in reality, they barely spent any time.
With all the lurking and special forces involved, they quickly knocked out the tycoons in Kuwait. Their escape time didn't exceed four hours.
Speaking of escape, it actually wasn't that hard. You just had to get out of the city and head straight for the deep desert. If you stayed on congested streets, you could bet your whole family would be captured -- no one would make it out.
Now the problem came: the U.S. operation Desert Shield didn't reassure those desert tycoons. What good was a troop of a few thousand men? One charge from them, and you were practically done for.
The madness of Saddam was something the desert tycoons learned firsthand. They truly didn't want to deal with such a jerk. If this guy had his sights set on them, the best course of action was to run.
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"William, can you organize a security team of about five thousand people?"
"Nonsense! Are you crazy or am I? Can five thousand people be called security? What do you plan to do with them?"
William White found it hard to understand Bush's bizarre idea. With a team of five thousand, they could all go enjoy themselves in Kuwait.
"Ahem, the maximum number of soldiers they can gather is only ten thousand. You know, if there's any operation, that number is simply not enough."
"Enough of that; those guys aren't soldiers at all; they're even less competent than farmers with shovels. I feel that Saddam doesn't even need to mobilize troops; just sending out an armored regiment would do the trick."
"Fine, fine, it's a big deal. They not only need combat personnel but also related training."
"Let me think about it. If I do this, I'd have to forfeit my interests in Africa."
"Alright, three days -- they're going crazy. Don't worry; weapons and equipment won't be a problem."
After hanging up, William White felt a bit dizzy. He really couldn't understand what those desert tycoons were planning. His pricing standards were calculated daily. Those guys didn't stop to think that if they couldn't reclaim their country, how would they maintain their lives in the future?
"Tanner, what's going on in Africa now?"
"It's chaotic. Ever since Saddam took decisive action, the Gaddafi people have become somewhat restless. Our profits in Africa are steadily declining."
"Indeed, why are there so many fools who aren't afraid of dying? Do this: tell Max to prepare to pull out; we're temporarily dropping our base in Africa."
Tanner understood; his master didn't intend to wade into troubled waters. He didn't care what would happen in Africa.
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"Your Highness, William White has agreed to your request. He's planning to withdraw from Africa and should be ready in about a month."
"Thank you very much; we Kuwaitis won't forget our friends."
"Here's a list of weapons; you need to configure according to these requirements."
"That's absolutely fine, but as for 1,500 Bentley SUVs, I'll be blunt, there's no way I'm getting that."
"What's the reason? I've been to that factory; the production capacity is terrifying, not like the scale of Rolls-Royce." Bush was curious; he had no idea those cars were selling like hotcakes.
"To be fair, we should be grateful to them; our people managed to escape, and those armored SUVs were a huge help. Some guys mixed into the city and created chaos, making the roads impassable. This seemingly tough vehicle breached three barriers in a row."
Bush was shocked; he was extremely curious what kind of cars William White was producing. Was he making automobiles or armored vehicles?
"Those bandits trying to stop us couldn't breach the armor and couldn't keep up with this vehicle. After a few dunes, we lost them."
"Tsk, I have one of those, too. Too bad it's not armored."
"You know, those threatened by Saddam aren't only us Kuwaitis. This kind of vehicle is widely popular; even if you double the price, it's probably still hard to find."
"Alright, but that shouldn't be a problem. Doesn't His Highness know that the Bentley factory is also his? If even he can't get his hands on them, that would be embarrassing."
"Well, I hope so; spending a little money isn't an issue."
So, the rich were just that -- rich. The list William White provided posed no pressure for them. But why did this guy want to avoid heavy weapons?
William White decided to temporarily abandon Africa. To be precise, Saddam was a nut, and Gaddafi wasn't doing too well either; the situation in Africa was very unfavorable for him.
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