Jehra is a central town in Kuwait, located about 50 kilometers west of Kuwait City. It mainly produces fruits and vegetables, and is the most important agricultural area in Kuwait.

Although Kuwait is rich and can import various foods from foreign countries, fruits and vegetables are still fresh. Therefore, in Jehra, farmers spend a high price to grow fruits and vegetables. Even with government subsidies, the price of these things is still quite expensive. Needless to say, the fresh water used to grow these crops is almost all imported from Iraq. Although seawater desalination plants have begun to be established, it is only enough for Kuwait City to use.[]

Compared to the deserted desert, the population is slightly larger.

The convoy did not enter the town. Just in the southeast corner, there was a private residence of Fahd, and the convoy drove directly to the residence.

The Middle East countries are rich, and Zhang Feng is only in China, so he already feels that his villa is beautiful enough, right? But compared with this place, it is just a witch.

In this place where ordinary Kuwaitians can build villas, as a prince, it will naturally be even more stylish. In an instant, Zhang Feng remembered that it was almost the same as the prince's mansion in ancient China.

Although there is a lack of tamsui, the entrance is a huge fountain. It takes a few minutes to drive in before a building.

As soon as the car stopped, a servant standing at the door had already stepped forward and opened the car door.

Zhang Feng smiled and walked into the hall with Prince Fahd.

Zhang Feng did not look around deliberately. This seemed too rude. However, he was still very curious. The shining place where the walls and floors intersected, wouldn't it really be covered with gold? Even if it was gilded, it would be a big investment.

After passing through the hall, we came to a smaller living room, Tarik and Shikmat behind us, and they followed him up.

Fahd, with a secretary beside him, who was dressed up as a typical Arab, covering his face with a silk scarf, but he didn't see whether he looked very good. However, his figure, although he was covered under the Arab robe, Zhang Feng could also guess that the curve should be very attractive.

However, this has nothing to do with him. Zhang Feng thought that his trip had an important purpose.

"A few days ago, I received a message from Mr. Kusai's visit, saying that this trip has an important mission, so I have always been looking forward to it. This room is very quiet and has undergone a comprehensive inspection. There is no eavesdropping equipment. If you have any questions, please tell me just by saying." Prince Fahd said.

"Your Highness, you are so thoughtful," said Zhang Feng. "This time I came here, I wanted to do it together with our Muslim brothers and Kuwait."

Doing a business? Fahd's eyes lit up: "What's there? Please tell me directly about it by Lord Kusai."

"You also know that we have been defending the peace in our Arab world and fighting against the theocratic rule of Khomeini, who was clamoring to export revolution. Although we have won, our efforts are also huge. In particular, war requires money. We have fought for more than a year. The treasury has been empty and foreign exchange reserves have been exhausted. However, we still have to buy a large number of weapons. Therefore, our funds have been cut off." Zhang Feng said.

"I know this, I have discussed with Emir to provide our good brothers with war loans, low or interest-free. Moreover, I am also in touch with Saudi Arabia, hoping that they can also lend a helping hand and do our own efforts to help Iraq." Fahd said.

Zhang Feng was very moved when he heard this. Prince Fahd was spared no effort to support the Iraqi struggle. He also noticed that when he was in Texas, the secretary next to him suddenly lit up his eyes, and in just a moment, Zhang Feng captured it.

Who is this secretary? Zhang Feng was a little curious at first.

"Thank you for your support to us, but you also know that although we are Muslim brothers, we always have to pay back the debt. Although there is no interest, the war will cause great harm to Iraq's economy. Our oil has begun to reduce production. Therefore, when the war is over, we will carry out economic construction and provide pensions with the families of the sacrificed soldiers. Therefore, we do not want to borrow money to live without any necessity." Zhang Feng finished speaking and smiled: "At that time, I'm afraid I can't even pay off my underwear!"

"Puchi..." the secretary next to him laughed.

Fahd turned his head sternly, and the secretary next to him quickly said, "I'm sorry." His voice was very sweet.

"His Excellency Kusai, your concerns are unnecessary, the loan is interest-free, and you can give it later," Fahd said.

Zhang Feng knew that Fahd now sincerely supported Iraq, so he was more confident in his purpose.

"I know, so, I'm here to bring a good way for both parties to make a profit. As long as you can agree and convince Emil to agree, then both of us can make a lot of dollars." Zhang Feng said.

"Oh?" Fahd said with some interest, "Then tell me."

"You also know that we have taken Abadan now, and you should also know that there is a huge oil refinery in Abadan, whose refining capacity accounts for 60% of Iran's country."

"Of course I know, so this time I won Abadan, it would be a huge victory." Fahd said, and suddenly, he thought of something: "You won't be..."

"Yes, that's what I mean. Since it's already in our hands, an empty city has no use to us. Letting all the equipment run and turning the gurgling crude oil into refined oil can transform the victory we get into real benefits." Zhang Feng said: "It's a waste to fight purely for war, and in the end, it's for profit."

"This idea is very good, but what does it have to do with us in Kuwait?" Fahd said.

"You also know that our Basra oil field does not produce much, and most of it can be refined into refined oil through the Basra refinery. The refining capacity of the Abadan refinery is 30 million tons. Even if it only starts half of it, it will be more than 10 million tons. Without crude oil, what do we refine?" Zhang Feng asked.

Fahd nodded: "What do you mean?"

"There is a saying in ancient China that borrows chickens to lay eggs. That is, borrowing a chicken from a neighbor, laying a hundred eggs, and then returning fifty eggs as interest, leaving fifty eggs left." Zhang Feng said: "At present, the chickens we want to borrow are Kuwait crude oil, and the eggs produced are refined oil."

Zhang Feng's metaphor is very appropriate. Fahd immediately understood the other party's purpose, which is to use Kuwait crude oil to transport it to Abadan, refine it into refined oil, and earn the difference from it.

After saying that, Zhang Feng looked at Fahd's expression. This man, who was about thirty years old and very wise, began to meditate.

Zhang Feng did not disturb him, and took the coffee sent by his secretary just now and tasted it carefully.

Behind him, Tarik and Shikmat, both began to become impatient. They were thinking about what method should they use to convince him if Prince Fahd disagreed.

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