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Tang Dao had come a long way from his humble beginnings, and he had no intention of stopping now. He relished the moniker of "The Lord of War," even if it came with a certain notoriety. To him, it was a badge of honor, a testament to his success in the world of international arms dealing.

As he read the headline in "World People Weekly" declaring that his most significant achievement was toppling Locke Martin, a sense of satisfaction washed over him. It was a reminder of the power he wielded, the influence he had over world events, and the wealth he had amassed.

Locke Martin, a rival arms dealer of considerable renown, had once been a formidable competitor. But Tang Dao's shrewd business acumen, his ability to adapt to changing circumstances, and his unwavering determination had allowed him to outmaneuver and eventually depose Martin from his lofty position.

For Tang Dao, every fighter, every weapon, and every deal was a means to an end. His focus was on profit, influence, and achieving his objectives. He had built a vast network of contacts, navigated the treacherous waters of international politics, and exploited the chaos of conflict zones to his advantage.

He was not just an arms dealer; he was a businessman who saw opportunities where others saw only risks. He had the ability to turn strife and turmoil into lucrative deals, and he reveled in the challenge.

In the world of arms dealing, Tang Dao was a force to be reckoned with. He was a man who had risen from obscurity to become a power player on the global stage. And as long as there were conflicts, wars, and those who sought to profit from them, Tang Dao knew that his place at the top was secure.

The world might bow down to him, or it might fear him, but one thing was certain: Tang Dao was a master of his craft, and he had no intention of relinquishing his position as the Lord of War.

The Strongest Arms Dealer

Tang Dao sat up straighter, ready to negotiate further. "Of course, how many do you need? No, how many would you like?"

He almost disclosed the price but instead made a sweeping gesture. "Eight hundred dollars per unit, and we'll include ten rounds of ammunition for each. If you want a thousand units or more, I can offer you a 20% discount."

Aidid clenched his fist and glanced at Omar, who subtly shook his head.

"I have about two hundred guards," Aidid began, "and I'd like to equip them with Soviet weaponry."

Tang Dao straightened his posture and leaned in, clearly intrigued. "In that case, it's essential to consider your guards' needs carefully. Your guards are among the most elite soldiers in Somalia. Outfitting them with AK47s might not do justice to their stature. Allow me to design an equipment configuration that best complements your personal style."

Omar tilted his head, intrigued by Tang Dao's sudden proclamation. Hadn't he heard that Tang Dao studied design at Stanford? But as he glanced at the determined expression on Tang Dao's face, he stifled his doubts. After all, there was no point in voicing them now. Perhaps he was dealing with an eccentric but earnest businessman.

Aidid pondered Tang Dao's words for a moment, seemingly intrigued by the idea of creating a unique and distinguished look for his elite guards. He scratched his chin, deep in thought, and then turned to Omar.

Omar, still surprised by the revelation of Tang Dao's alleged background, hesitated for a moment. "Well, it's a unique proposition, General Aidid. We could certainly have a distinctive look for our guards."

Aidid nodded slowly, his curiosity piqued. "Mr. Nicholas, if you can truly help us create a unique image for our guards, we might be able to discuss more favorable terms regarding the purchase."

Tang Dao smiled, sensing an opportunity. "General Aidid, I'm here to provide solutions that suit your needs. I'll work on designing the perfect equipment configuration for your guards. You'll see the results, and I'm confident you'll be pleased."

Aidid extended his hand to Tang Dao, sealing the deal. "Very well, Mr. Nicholas. Let's proceed with this arrangement. I look forward to seeing the designs."

Tang Dao shook Aidid's hand firmly, sealing their agreement. "Thank you, General Aidid. I'll start working on the designs immediately. In the meantime, let's discuss the rest of your order."

As the negotiations continued, Tang Dao couldn't help but wonder how he had managed to turn this seemingly stingy African warlord into a potential client with a unique proposition.

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