By three o'clock in the afternoon, Leonid's phone rang.
"Hello, my guy at the airport saw the people, a total of eight, coming on a flight from Addis Ababa, looking like they're from the Middle East. One of them is even wearing a robe. Their man is a small fry from Tiren Formation. I know the guy, he's in charge of logistics purchasing, used to be a minor major in the Ethiopia government. He thinks he can compete with me!"
A new arms dealer had arrived, which was to the advantage of Tiren Formation, but not so much for Qachu, so Qachu sounded quite angry.
Leonid glanced at Gao Guang, then, following Gao Guang's instructions—which were also lined up in advance with the others—said, "If Tiren Formation buys arms from another group, then we'll just have to leave. Uh, please do your best to facilitate the deal, it would be best if we could meet their purchasing agent today."