The air in the warehouse grew heavy.
Everyone stared at each other with wide eyes and small pupils.
No one spoke anymore.
Only Song Heping was there, laughing awkwardly.
"This…"
Yusuf frowned and finally spoke up.
Song Heping's heart was hanging in the balance.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Yusuf turned his head to look at Song Heping, his face filled with confusion.
Seeing this, Song Heping felt that Yusuf must be angry.
So he hurriedly explained, "When I was at your place earlier, I didn't think it through. Indeed, the goods here are very good. I almost don't need to look at the rest; the guns here alone are enough for me to place an order. But I didn't expect storage to be an issue.
Obviously, renting storage in the Green Zone is impossible; these goods can't be exposed… Renting outside the Green Zone, I'd need a little time…"
"You don't need a warehouse…"
Yusuf said.
Song Heping paused, "What did you say?"
Yusuf said, "I mean, you don't need to look for a warehouse."
"This…"
Song Heping thought Yusuf wanted to cancel the deal and was figuring out how to retain the order.
But then Yusuf continued, "Why not ask me for a warehouse? Who am I? I'm from the supplies department. Across Illiguo, we manage properties and warehouses everywhere. How much do you need? How many?
Where? What's your price range?"
Yusuf immediately turned into a property agent.
"South side Bai Zuer, Buseye, Salem, or the central Jassam, Misur, or even the western Nuhaib, and right in Baghdad, I have warehouses. I guarantee safety; our people are guarding them, official warehouses, unless there's an armed attack, our own people will absolutely not check them out!"
"This…"
Happiness came too suddenly.
Song Heping had never imagined.
That Yusuf would have so many available warehouses.
But thinking about it, it made sense.
After all, he was the one in charge of seizing and confiscating Sadam's property and the assets of the previous government. Even Salem said that his fat cousin sometimes took things into his own hands, seizing the property of bosses who had been friendly with Sadam.
With that, of course he would have a lot of available properties on hand!
I've been so foolish!
Song Heping couldn't help but curse himself.
So close to the City God Temple yet not asking for a good sign, and instead looking far and wide for a warehouse...
That was peak stupidity!
"Thank you so much!" Song Heping grabbed Yusuf's chubby hand, "If you have such a warehouse, I can provide rent!"
"Of course!" Yusuf said, "Our properties are meant to be managed or sold. If you need… I'll give you a discount on the rent."
"Great! I'll rent it for a year! How much?"
Where else could you find such a good deal?
Song Heping didn't bother to discuss it with the cook anymore.
He made his decision then and there.
"$20,000 a year, 5,000 square meters, the location is on the outskirts of Baghdad, near a US Military Base, with 4 warehouses…"
As Yusuf spoke, he was watching Song Heping's face.
He saw Song Heping's expression change.
Thinking it was too expensive for him.
So he hastily explained, "Actually, this price is quite fair. Look, I have to arrange for at least 4 soldiers to guard it, all our own people, and their salaries will cost at least $600 a month, which is $7,200 a year just for that, plus…"
"No problem!"
Song Heping grabbed Yusuf's hand that was still counting on his fingers.
"The price is very reasonable. You just need to send two people over there to put up appearances, and I'll arrange the rest of the guard."
Actually, Song Heping did this only because he didn't trust the IDC soldiers' professionalism and responsibility.
Better to have his own people guard his things.
But saying this made Yusuf even happier since it saved him the salary costs of two more guards.