Trafford’s Trading Club

Volume 10 – Chapter 9: People Like Me (Part 1)

‘Iris’ was an underground force active in Latin America.

In theory, the nature of ‘Iris’ was similar to that of an international mercenary. But the difference from mercenaries was that ‘Iris’ had territories under their control.

So strictly speaking, it was accurate to describe “Iris” as a warlord. In addition, unlike other mercenaries, wherever there was business, they would knock on the door. Basically, ‘Iris’ wouldn’t leave the South American continent ‘cake.’

From arms, to drugs, and even to subvert the regime of a small country, ‘Iris’ could give its partners satisfactory results.

According to legend, the master behind ‘Iris’ seemed to be an asian, but the exact nationality still remained a mystery.

But no matter if the person behind the legion was an asian or not, it was no longer important for the forces looking to cooperate with ‘Iris.’ The Iris Legion had spent nearly 30 years proving to all the underground forces and parties in Latin America that there was nothing they couldn’t do.

They proved their efficiency, success rate, and good reputation. Of course, their service also required high costs. If you hire ‘Iris’, or buy something from ‘Iris,’ you must also prepare yourself for it.

Before coming to Boss Neymar’s place, Joseph’s boss had already instructed him not to have any conflicts with the people Iris sent. Even if there was conflict contributing to the business deal not reached in the end, it was of utmost priority to avoid creating displeasure. Just like Iris’s convincing credibility, their revenge was equally frightening.

Joseph’s boss also spent a lot of money this time before he invited Neymar to come forward and contacted Iris’s representative, which led to this meeting.

The district boss’s actions naturally received countless attention. Joseph’s boss wouldn’t easily leave his turf. This boss had many enemies. He was afraid that once he left his turf, he would be attacked at any time. Nevermind being able to attend the meeting, being able to live was already a problem. So, the boss sent his number one confidant Joseph.

At this point, after a brief introduction, Joseph sat down next to Song Haoran under Neymar’s greetings. Before he had time to speak, Neymar poured a few glasses of Cachaca [1] (a kind of sugar cane wine) to ease the atmosphere.

“Cachaca, haha, I like its sweetness.” Song Haoran picked up the wine glass leisurely at this time.

“Song, my good friend! I’ll get someone to send you a box of good-quality letters as souvenirs!” Neymar laughed. “But now, why not listen to my other friend Joseph?”

“Of course, your friend is naturally my friend.” Song Haoran looked towards Joseph at this time. His demeanor was respectful. “Mr. Joseph, I hope we can have a pleasant conversation later on.”

“I also hope to be a friend of Iris.” Joseph smiled slightly, “I’m sorry. My boss can’t come here in person because of some special reasons.”

Song Haoran said calmly, “We understand very well, so it is fine.”

The heads of the various forces naturally need to be in a safe environment. Some might say it was cowardice from death while some claimed that it was for the stability of one force. It was all the same. Even the master behind ‘Iris’ would never show up easily.

“Mr. Song became Iris’s adviser at a young age, which is amazing.” Joseph immediately praised.

It was noticeable that Joseph was uncomfortable with such flattering words, and his expression was somewhat unnatural. Song Haoran didn’t mind, and said casually, “There is nothing special. In fact, I’m just like a frontline salesman. Then, Mr. Joseph, I heard my friend Neyamar say that your boss is planning to buy some ‘excellent’ goods from us. I wonder what does ‘excellent’ mean?”

“Enough to arm 250 people. It needs to be in accordance with the configuration of the regular army!” said Joseph directly.

Song Haoran still retained a calm look at Neymar. But, Neymar was already old and had no ambitions. The semi-retired boss frowned, and subconsciously asked, “Arming 250 people? Joseph, this is serious. What exactly do your boss want to do?”

“Boss Neymar, I’m here this time just to discuss this business.” Joseph shook his head and said, “In terms of what our boss wants to do, he has his own plan. Even if it is me, I don’t know much either.”

That’s strange!

Neymar sneered in his heart, but he didn’t ask any further. The interests of the various slums were complicated.

Although Neymar wasn’t in a hostile relationship with the area where Joseph was located, they weren’t an alliance either. It was fine to say that their relationship was good because there was unavoidable trades since they were neighboring territories.

“Arming 250 people… It’s not a small number.” Song Haoran played with a silver ring on his index finger at this time, while smiling lightly at Joseph, “Mr. Joseph, you should know that this country has been stricter recently, right? Especially after the Olympics have just been held here. Although some places have begun to relax, our hindrance is much greater than before.”

“Price is not a problem.” Joseph said boldly, “Moreover, I also believe in the ability of ‘Iris.’ Otherwise, Iris would not become a myth in Latin America.”

Song Haoran was silent for a while, then suddenly said, “Besides that, I wonder if there is any other demands on Mr. Joseph’s side?”

When Joseph heard this, his eyes became eager. He licked his lips and asked directly, “Is it possible to buy heavy firepower? For example… RPG?”

“We have recently gotten a batch of fairly good missiles in our hand, but it won’t be cheap in terms of price.” Song Haoran thought for a while.

“Missiles? What kind of product? If it is a British product, we don’t want it!” Joseph’s eyes beamed.

“Of course, it’s American goods.” Song Haoran smiled.

Joseph grinned and said, “Like I said, price is not a problem! We can even exchange it with our products, if you want!”

Song Haoran shook his head and said, “For your goods, we also have samples over there. The purity is poor without much market demand. Let’s use cash. We only accept US Dollars or Euro Dollars. You should know that already.”

“Of course! So, in terms of price?” Joseph asked again.

Song Haoran said, “We can discuss the price later. Now please allow me to go to the bathroom. I think I may have too much water on the plane.”

With that, Song Haoran stood up, tidied up his clothes, and walked towards the bathroom in that room. Joseph frowned. Until Song Haoran had entered the bathroom, he stared at Neymar and asked in a low volume, “Boss Neymar, it seems that Mr. Song is not the one who can make the call.”

Neymar lowered his voice and said, “Believe me, my friend, Mr. Song is the one who can make the call. Maybe he really wants to go to the bathroom.”

That’s strange!

Joseph was silent, but he also knew that Neymar was a cunning sly fox. Even if he reaped the benefits, he might not be able to help others with all his power. If it weren’t for his boss having no other way to get in contact with Iris, his boss would never approach Neymar.

Joseph drank the Cachaca in the cup a little gloomy.