I Am Cultivating in the Apocalypse-Chapter 985 - 1075: Setting Off for Dubai!

In that case, Iran, this hard-up brother, really wants to fire missiles and get into a fight, but alas, he has no legitimate reason for engaging in battle, so it’s impossible.

Throughout history, wars have always needed a just cause, even if it’s just an excuse, there must be a reason.

Now that Huaxia’s Old Tie has arrived, that’s the best reason. If anyone dares to touch Huaxia, they’re also messing with the supplies Huaxia purchased from their Iranian brothers. Well, you’re done for.

For Huaxia, even though they’re acting as bait, they can definitely make a profit from it.

Old Zhou rubbed his thermos cup, a bit troubled, and said, "But we have so many supplies. If we detour to Dubai, it doesn’t really make sense—"

Hey, before he could finish, Jing Shu gently coughed beside him, "Old Zhou, you forgot, we still have seven or eight ships’ worth of beer unsold. Oh no, actually, with both yours and mine, it should be 13 ships’ worth of beer."

"T-ten, thirteen ships???" Anang’s neck stiffened, doubting his ears. Just moments ago, they bought a lot of tons of beer, thinking that was most of the Huaxia Team’s stock, after all, luxury goods aren’t supposed to be abundant.

But now, hearing there are 13 ships? How many tons is that? Or rather, how many tens of thousands of tons?

How does the Huaxia Team have so many luxury goods?

However—

Yang Yang’s eyes lit up, "If we exchange all this beer for oil, that’s not bad at all, and Dubai is overflowing with wealth."

Trading beer for oil, it’s a steal. A ship’s worth of beer can be brewed in half a month, but oil can’t be.

Although Huaxia also has plenty of untapped oil fields, they even banned extraction after the apocalypse, because Huaxia wants to leave more resources for future generations, willing to tighten their belts themselves.

They scrimp and save, leaving the best food for the next generation, often going hungry themselves. They paved the way to happiness for future generations with their sweat and wisdom.

Old Zhou also wants to bring back more oil, even if it’s a bit outside their original plan, but after thinking it over, he said, "Alright, then let’s make a trip to Dubai and exchange all the beer for oil, even if it delays us a bit."

Anang’s eyes lit up, and the eyes of the Bodyguard Team also lit up.

Since the Huaxia Team is setting out for Dubai, naturally, Anang considers it his duty to see them off. When evening came, Anang warmly hosted all the members of the Huaxia Team.

Dinner was held in their unique stone fortress, featuring their famous Persian food and meat pies.

Despite the poor conditions, with the meat pies made from pitch-black dough and mysterious black meat, the Huaxia Team’s bodyguards still ate happily, after all, they’re not picky eaters.

"How about I tag along on this trip, Mr. Zhou? In case you need a translator or any other assistance?" Anang asked, noticing the two people beside Mr. Zhou didn’t seem like Huaxia’s translators, but more like locals.

Seeing Anang’s puzzled look at Jie and Mama Has, Yang Yang enthusiastically introduced, "These are the diplomats of Masi and Hansi."

"Aren’t diplomats supposed to be local? How come they came along with Old Tie?"

So Yang Yang gave a brief introduction.

After listening, Anang’s expression turned strange.

Old Zhou gulped down a cup of goji berry tea, suppressing the strange taste of the black meat pie, and gave a thumbs up, "This meat pie is really good. By the way, what did you just say? You want to come with us? That’s fine—"

Jing Shu quietly covered her mouth on one side, thinking Old Zhou truly is a social butterfly. Even after being spoiled by her cooking for so long, he can still shamelessly give compliments.

Anang’s face turned pale, and he coughed suddenly, "No, no, no, dear Old Tie, I suddenly remembered it’s the end of the year, and I’ve been quite busy with work lately. I can’t leave the local construction—I won’t be going—"

This group of Huaxia Old Tie goes to a place, and the local diplomat suffers misfortune. If he goes with them, who knows if he’d make it back alive.

Alas!

Jie and Mama Has sighed together in their hearts, somewhat disappointed. They wanted to see if something unexpected would happen if Anang went along.

The next day, although Anang didn’t go, he still sent many armed soldiers to accompany them. No matter what, Anang himself wouldn’t be joining.

The Huaxia Old Tie seem to carry some kind of magnetism that inexplicably attracts trouble. He’d better stay behind to oversee the situation and provide them the most begrudging shield when necessary.

During the send-off, Anang beat his chest and emphasized, "Within 1,400 miles! Within our secret weapon’s range!"

Yang Yang also gently patted his chest, "Got it." Heading to Dubai is also within range,

Once again, the main force set off, this time with only some tanks escorting them, without much other armed forces, but there were still rows upon rows of oversized cargo trucks. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

At that point, they were on the Iranian border, and by the afternoon they reached the coast, rejoining their fleet, conveniently with empty cargo ships ready to transport Anang’s temporarily assigned troops onto the vessels.

As they wouldn’t be returning to this place, Jing Shu’s luggage was especially plenty. Not only did they need to destroy some of the burrows, but the insects had to ferry all sorts of supplies back to the fleet for loading.