Chapter 279: Zun Ni Wang

After finishing the talk about arms, Chen Mo brought up another matter.

"I'm planning to transport two hundred people to an island off the Philippines. Do you have a suitable ship now?"

Han Bin's eyes widened instantly: "Whoa! What exactly are you up to? First you wanted arms for two hundred people, now you want to move two hundred people to the Philippines. Are you planning a war?"

"Just tell me if it's doable!"

"Damn, this is a smuggling vessel, a cargo ship, not a cruise liner!"

A ship that can carry a few dozen people is already impressive; you want to move two hundred? I'd give you my head to transport them!

After the outburst, Han Bin lit a cigarette, did some mental math, and continued.

"The biggest smuggling ship I have is a 50‑ton class; even in a pinch it can barely hold a hundred people!

If you want a bit more comfort, about fifty people is about as much as it can take."

Chen Mo frowned, pondering, realizing he had oversimplified the problem.

A few people smuggling into Macau with Han Bin's Da Fei is no issue.

But transporting two hundred people thousands of miles away to the Philippines is another matter.

Moving people with a cargo ship isn't that simple.

These days the Triad Society's smuggling cargo ships are basically modified fishing vessels, usually not exceeding 50 tons in cargo capacity, with a speed no more than 40 km/h and a range of about 800 nautical miles, roughly under 1,200 km.

To ease docking, such ships are typically twenty‑something meters long, five or six meters wide, with cargo holds no higher than 1.8 meters and a draft of just over a meter.

Transporting goods is one thing; cramming dozens of people into a cargo hold quickly leads to oxygen shortage, heatstroke, and other symptoms, not to mention the huge issue of feeding, drinking, and waste for dozens of bodies.

After thinking for a while, Chen Mo said, "One hundred fifty people, destination an island east of the Philippines, about 1,000 km from Gangdao.

Can you think of any way to do it?"

One hundred fifty people is the result of Chen Mo's careful consideration.

Madam M's base is heavily guarded and well‑equipped; a smaller force would be hard to defeat.

Even with only 150, Chen Mo still intends to lead the operation himself.

Originally, Chen Mo hadn't planned to go himself.

Han Bin kept calculating in his mind and, after a few minutes, offered a suggestion.

"One hundred fifty people, 1,000 km, factoring round‑trip fuel, food and fresh water, three 50‑ton ships plus one 30‑ton cargo ship should be enough," he said.

Chen Mo clasped his fists toward Han Bin: "Thanks, Brother Bin! Next time there's good business I'll definitely bring you along!"

Neither mentioned the freight cost; a round‑trip for four ships would only be a few hundred thousand, trivial money for the two of them.

Leaving Han Bin's territory, Chen Mo went to the security base in Shi'ao and instructed Li Jie to select 150 brothers with high military literacy and good marksmanship, ready on standby.

Hearing there was a chance to fight mercenaries, the ex‑soldiers were unusually excited, each one eager.

Han Bin's side moved quickly; Chen Mo's foot was still on the bar when his phone rang.

"Ah Mo, Zun Ni Wang has arranged it for you. Meet at six o'clock at Yun Lai Tea House; just give my name when you arrive," the voice said.

At six in the afternoon, Chen Mo arrived at Yun Lai Tea House on time with a few underlings.

The moment he stepped inside, Chen Mo recognized Zun Ni Wang without any introduction.

He really looks a lot like Da Fei.

However, Zun Ni Wang is much cleaner than Da Fei—no messy hair, no public nose‑picking.

Choosing the meeting spot wasn't ideal; they met right in the tea house lobby, not caring if anyone overheard.

"Mr. Wang, right? I'm Chen Mo, Han Bin sent me,"

"Oh—Wang Jiao Mo Ge, long‑time admirer, please have a seat," Zun Ni Wang greeted Chen Mo warmly.

His small deals have been squeezed by Hai Shu's pricing, so hearing that Han Bin told him Chen Mo wanted a big transaction made him very pleased.

Chen Mo didn't sit down, saying, "Mr. Wang, we're here to discuss a big deal; this isn't the place, right? How about a private room for a slower chat?"

Zun Ni Wang smiled and nodded: "Sure, sure. Feng Gou, go find the boss and arrange a private room."

Feng Gou, standing beside Zun Ni Wang, turned and went to find the boss.

Chen Mo watched the man called Feng Gou and felt only regret.

Feng Gou, the one later known as the one‑eyed dragon in the film "Hot‑Handed Detective."

Although a villain, he has a sense of honor, a bottom line, and is very powerful. Even with one eye injured, he can hold off two protagonists by himself.

It's just a pity he chose the wrong boss, following Zun Ni Wang, a heartless guy, and in the end was killed by Zun Ni Wang while protecting a group of ordinary people.

A few minutes later, Chen Mo left his underlings outside and entered the private room with Zun Ni Wang.

"I wonder what gear Brother Mo is planning to buy this time?"

Chen Mo smiled, pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket, listing the weapons he needed this time.

He placed the list on the table and pushed it toward Zun Ni Wang.

"Mr. Wang, this is the goods I want,"

Zun Ni Wang took the list, glanced over it, and inhaled sharply.

"This many? What are you planning to do with this?"

Zun Ni Wang's reaction was just like Han Bin's then. He wasn't looking for an answer, just was shocked.

He hadn't taken an order this large in a long time.

Chen Mo smiled, "Mr. Wang, you're asking a bit too much."

"Sorry, sorry, that's my fault!" Zun Ni Wang hurriedly apologized, "But Brother Mo, this deal really caught me off guard."

"Brother Bin said your goods are the most comprehensive on Gangdao; I don't know the price, how long will it take you to deliver?"

He thought for a moment and said, "300 rifles, market price 15,000 each, total 4.5 million.

20 rocket launchers, 50,000 each, total one million.

300 grenades, 3,000 each, total 900,000."

If you need two sniper rifles, I have SVD sniper rifles here, each comes with a scope, 80,000 each.

I don't have bulletproof vests; I guess no one on the whole Gangdao sells that stuff.

"Except for the bulletproof vest, the total price of the rest…."

Zun Ni Wang quickly tapped the calculator.

"Six million five hundred sixty thousand!" Chen Mo had already mentally calculated the price and reported it.

"That's right, six million five hundred sixty thousand." Zun Ni Wang was already so happy his mouth couldn't close.

Chen Mo thought for a moment, adding: "For each AK, add two magazines and a hundred rounds of ammunition; how much extra does that cost?"

Hearing Chen Mo ask that, Zun Ni Wang stopped calculating and said straight: "How about this: Mo Ge just give me seven million, and I'll give you each AK with three magazines, a hundred rounds of ammo, and for each rocket launcher add one rocket—how does that sound?"

"Fine." Chen Mo replied heartily, "When can we deliver?"

Zun Ni Wang thought a moment, then said: "The night after tomorrow at ten o'clock, one hand pays, the other hand receives the goods. We'll set the delivery location later."

Such arms deals never require a deposit.

Who would dare blackmail those who sell arms!