08-06-2025, 02:07 AM
[Lirnak, Podlezl Mining Conglomerate HQ, March 5648]
Leoš Podlezl was going over some documents regarding the new Uranium exports and production numbers when his phone began to ring, wordlessly Leoš picked up the phone and brought it to his ear.
"Leoš here, whos calling."
"Good to hear you comrade, its Melichar Kozár, catch you at a bad time?"
Leoš swiveled his chair and leaned back smoking a cigar, "No not at all comrade, how can I help you?"
"I assume you've read the recent reports on the new trade deals signed by the president?"
"Indeed, quite exciting news for the company, Uranium mined right from Kundrati and our newly made Beluzian branch straight to the shelves of Davostag and Istalia, stock prices are already going up for PMC."
"Indeed, but I'm calling on a different matter. We have additional uranium to export to Davostag mainly and a bit to Istalia, aside from the public announcement."
Leoš raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "go on?"
"Davostag has requested 10 tonnes of weapons grade uranium, and istalia has requested 20 million Lira worth."
Leoš froze for a moment, "did you say 10 tonnes?"
He could hear his compatriot in the politburo smiling through the line, "Indeed, and you've been requested to facilitate the transfer directly to MEB and Shippington, who will give you the instructions."
Leoš turned to his desk and began typing into a calculator before just giving up the math and asking, "Did the davostagers say how much they were paying?"
A few seconds went by, "1.5 billion riksdaler, 150 million of which will be given to you as a facilitation fee."
Leoš was stunned, 1.5 billion riskdaler was a massive amount, especially considering how much Kuno it'd be worth.
"The davostagers will wire transfer the amount through discreet lines as to keep this away from the public, the same with Istalia, y'know, non-proliferation treaties and all."
Leoš was imagining a new yacht and countryside mansion in the works already. "You got it, we'll have the shipment ready to go within the week."
The phoneline hung up, Leoš pulled out a 1000 kuno bill, lit it with a lighter and then with its burning embers reignited his cold cigar smiling with yellow teeth.
Leoš Podlezl was going over some documents regarding the new Uranium exports and production numbers when his phone began to ring, wordlessly Leoš picked up the phone and brought it to his ear.
"Leoš here, whos calling."
"Good to hear you comrade, its Melichar Kozár, catch you at a bad time?"
Leoš swiveled his chair and leaned back smoking a cigar, "No not at all comrade, how can I help you?"
"I assume you've read the recent reports on the new trade deals signed by the president?"
"Indeed, quite exciting news for the company, Uranium mined right from Kundrati and our newly made Beluzian branch straight to the shelves of Davostag and Istalia, stock prices are already going up for PMC."
"Indeed, but I'm calling on a different matter. We have additional uranium to export to Davostag mainly and a bit to Istalia, aside from the public announcement."
Leoš raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "go on?"
"Davostag has requested 10 tonnes of weapons grade uranium, and istalia has requested 20 million Lira worth."
Leoš froze for a moment, "did you say 10 tonnes?"
He could hear his compatriot in the politburo smiling through the line, "Indeed, and you've been requested to facilitate the transfer directly to MEB and Shippington, who will give you the instructions."
Leoš turned to his desk and began typing into a calculator before just giving up the math and asking, "Did the davostagers say how much they were paying?"
A few seconds went by, "1.5 billion riksdaler, 150 million of which will be given to you as a facilitation fee."
Leoš was stunned, 1.5 billion riskdaler was a massive amount, especially considering how much Kuno it'd be worth.
"The davostagers will wire transfer the amount through discreet lines as to keep this away from the public, the same with Istalia, y'know, non-proliferation treaties and all."
Leoš was imagining a new yacht and countryside mansion in the works already. "You got it, we'll have the shipment ready to go within the week."
The phoneline hung up, Leoš pulled out a 1000 kuno bill, lit it with a lighter and then with its burning embers reignited his cold cigar smiling with yellow teeth.