Victor was annotating work in his office.
Although he only oversaw military affairs, many things required his signature to take effect.
As he was about to sign with his pen, he heard a loud "bang"!
Someone barged in, causing the pen to slide across the paper, and Victor looked up with a frown. Seeing Casare's face flushed with agitation, he instantly felt somewhat helpless, "What happened? Has the sky fallen?"
Fat Casare usually knew his place, so for him to wear such an expression, something big must have happened.
"Boss..."
"We've met an idiot."
"Take it easy, speak slowly."
Victor picked up a cigarette from the desk, and listened as he smoked. When he heard that the Arabs wanted to buy their weapons, he was still calm, but when he heard their offer of 100 million US Dollars for an R-14 medium-range missile, his cigarette suddenly lost its flavor.
100 million US Dollars!
They wanted 40 missiles in one go...
