After hearing Sofia's advice, Zhou Qingfeng finally realized that he was facing a new situation. Technology and violence cannot solve political problems. He must think from a long-term perspective and change his thinking.

So from the end of July to the beginning of August, Zhou Qingfeng was in Istanbul for half a month, occasionally playing the role of a sea monster to cause the local chicken shipping to suffer a blow, and then decided to take a step back and return to Kiev first.

At this moment, Ilham, a black market merchant from Persia, came to Borispool again and wanted to continue to buy the goods needed from here.

Half a month ago, Ilham was even more nervous than Zhou Qingfeng when he heard that Borispol's black market was attacked by the Kiev public magistrates. Because in the past six months, he relied on the black market to make huge profits.

There is no fairer and more peaceful black market in the world than Borispool. This is simply a duty-free airport with low transaction costs and safe, and it is perfect.

If it is closed, Ilham really can't find a better replacement.

Fortunately, Borispool survived the difficulties. Zhou Qingfeng announced that the black market would be closed for three months for rest, but only half a month later, someone came back to trade again.

Even if he couldn't enter the airport, a new market was spontaneously formed on the roads outside the airport. Ilham felt very intimate when he returned here and saw many familiar faces. This was his source of wealth and could not be given up.

An old T-55 tank was parked on the road, and the black hole gun barrel was facing the road.

Others were afraid of seeing the tank, but Ilham drove over and felt safe when he saw the thick tube. He lowered the window and waved to the guards on the tank and shouted:

"Hey, brother, I'm I'm I'm back. I miss you guys so much."

Even in the black market, there is a bit of friendship between people. Especially after experiencing a disaster, everyone is connected again because of the bond of interests and their relationship is closer.

Everyone in the black market hates Hawkshop because the latter is completely smashing their jobs.

The Ermao guard on the tank kept his face sternly. When he saw Ilham, he smiled, but there were still no less inspections that should be conducted, and even more carefully checked.

A long simple house was built on the road outside the airport. Each house had a rough sign nailed to the door, and the materials used were strange.

Wood is more common, and it also uses discarded mechanical parts. If you are a little creative, just use heavy shell shells or scrapped large missile bodies. In short, no matter how strange it is, it is like postmodern art.

Ilham walked over from house to house, and almost every shop owner knew him. There was no distinction between high and low here. Everyone welcomed old friends to come back, chat with each other, and ask about the current market conditions.

Ilham mainly sells Persian wool products and purchases electromechanical light industrial products from "Sacred Light". The trade between the two sides is extremely complementary and the demand is very large.

As the transaction deepened, Ilham knew that most of the "Western products" on the black market actually came from flower growers, and the workmanship quality was not as good as that of the authentic products from Europe, America, Japan and South Korea, but the price was cheaper.

In the past six months, there have been at least sixty or seventy Persian merchants who have made their fortune like Ilham. They have no choice but to use air freight to solve logistics, but the profits are too high.

"I heard that the boss directly opened the Il-76 to rescue Marcos. Is this true?" Ilham went to the black market bar and asked a familiar black market friend.

The bar is lively, accommodation, catering, entertainment, and socializing. People in the black market like to come. The big boss refers to Zhou Qingfeng. This title has been recognized by the entire black market and is a symbol of strength.

"That's the case." The black market friends nodded, "The Il-76 was severely damaged and had to be disassembled and transported back for repair.

The public intellectuals failed and were purged that night. Many of us participated in the revenge afterwards. Many people died that night."

When talking about the night of the riot, every black market businessman would show a grim face. They were almost dead and survived, and they were very cruel afterwards and were particularly frugal. Many big shots whom they usually dare not provoke were killed by them.

"What a pity, I couldn't participate." Ilham broke the vow and drank a drink, and wanted to brag. But the outlaws in the bar all laughed, and everyone asserted that if he was on the scene, it would be nice not to wet his pants.

Ilham inexplicably likes the messy atmosphere of the black market bar. Even if the air here is turbid, the lights are dim, the drinks are poor, the sound is poor, all the guests are extremely vicious, and the exposed-clothed waitresses like to pour wine on customers' faces.

But it is indeed comfortable, unrestrained, can laugh freely, and is very free.

After drinking a few drinks, Ilham wanted to find a waitress to have fun. But a few guards came in outside the bar, patted his shoulders, and whispered: "Ilham, the big boss wants to see you."

"Big boss?" Ilham was so surprised. It would be fine if Marco wanted to see him, but it was rare for the president of the "Holy Light" to name him.

Many people at the bar heard this specific title and turned their heads to pay attention. If they were greeted by the boss, they would definitely make a fortune. After all, there is no need to be such trouble if they are unlucky.

Ilham sorted out his clothes, followed the guards away from the black market bar, and entered the airport.

The airport terminal was demolished and rebuilt, with more than ten high-power lighting lights on, and dozens of construction machinery were busy. Zhou Qingfeng wanted to expand and fortify this, but the three-month construction period was not enough, at least one year.

There is a temporary tent next to the terminal, built according to the field command model. The black market is still operating, with a large number of transport planes taking off and landing at the airport to ensure that logistics and financial services do not stop.

Ilham was under at least two security checks before he saw Zhou Qingfeng playing barbecue in an open space. The latter was unscrewing a bottle of black pepper and sprinkling it onto the barbecue.

"Mr. Ilham, don't be too nervous. Why don't you drink something first and relax?" Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the dining table next to him, including wine and fruits. "My barbecue will be ready soon, I really want to invite you to try it."

Ilham rubbed his hands without pretending to be calm. He grinned and said, "Boss, I still want to know what you are doing with me first? Otherwise I will not be able to relax."

Oh..., this conversation is exciting.

"I heard from Marcos that a Persian senior official came the last time and bought some banned goods. But recently the quantity and value of military supplies you purchased have been declining, and all the people you bought were civilian supplies. Why is that?"

Zhou Qingfeng's straightforward inquiry made Ilham feel relieved but embarrassed. He stammered for a while and said, "Because civilian products are easier to make money."

Zhou Qingfeng was stunned and turned his head to look at Marcos standing next to him. The latter shook his thick shoulders and said in a deep voice: "I just said that maybe the reason for the matter is very simple.

It is more profitable to buy and sell civilian goods, so these Persian merchants misappropriated the funds for purchasing military goods. After all, military goods are purely consumed and have no profit at all. The reason behind this is so simple."
Chapter completed!