All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 12, there is no way, people are too handsome, women have to post it backwards
France, a metropolis with iron towers.

Chen Hao carried the suitcase and walked out of the airport with the crowd, and immediately saw the big man who came to pick him up.

"Rat."

"Big Ivan."

A strong bear hug is really comparable to a brown bear hug.

Chen Hao had no doubt that a thin person would be sent to the hospital by this hug.

Ivan weighs 280 pounds, and he has to occupy the seats of two people in the car. He looks much more fierce than Chen Hao.

Some people thought he was a wrestler, or a weightlifter, or a boxer or something.

In fact, Ivan is an arms dealer, an arms dealer with nearly 20 years of working experience.

During the disintegration of the Soviet Union, more than 20 years old, he began to resell arms.

Those were the true golden years for arms dealers.

All the arsenals of the former Soviet Union prepared for World War III were open to them.

Ak 72 is piled up like a mountain and sold by the catty. Buy six T[-] tanks and get one free.

Aircraft, nuclear submarines, aircraft carriers, as long as you can afford it, there is nothing they dare not sell.

According to gossip, some arms dealers even sold more than one nuclear bomb.

Even if it is a tactical nuclear bomb, it is very terrifying.

Today's arms dealers can only drool over the golden age.

Chen Hao met Ivan in the Middle East. At that time, in that chaotic place, God knows when and where a bullet will shoot out to kill you.

Chen Hao's flying kick saved Iwan's life.The two also formed a friendship.

Later, he switched to an arms dealer. Although his purchase volume was pitifully small, Ivan still supplied Chen Hao with the cheapest price.

Ivan drove a Ford Raptor and drove Chen Hao home.

"I have already inquired, there will be a small-scale auction tomorrow, you can try your antique knife.

If no one buys it, I know a few antique store owners, you can go to them and ask.

It's just that the gang of profiteers bargained too hard. An antique that can be sold for [-] knives, they can receive it for [-] knives at most, which is very uneconomical. "

"What I want to sell is Japanese knives, I hope some people will take a fancy to it."

He had already contacted him on the phone before, and Chen Hao also checked the difference online.

The market for Japanese knives in Europe is not very good. If they are sold to antique dealers, the price will have to be discounted by half.

So the auction is the best choice.

Ivan said: "Then you are lucky, the wealthy people in your country have made a lot of money over the years.

A group of people came here a few days ago. They bought almost all the luxury stores on the Champs-Elysees Avenue and bought them like crazy.

If they can see your knife, maybe they can sell it for a lot of money. "

"I hope so." Chen Hao smiled wryly.

Ivan didn't understand, he knew it all too well.

Those local tyrants should be coal bosses, and they bought a bunch of luxury goods back, which can be advertised that they have entered the upper class and are superior to others.

Buy a Japanese command knife from World War II and use it to suppress haunted houses?

I'm not afraid of a ghost warrior jumping out in the middle of the night and scaring myself to death.

The few things in his hands are too small, and there are not many collectors who like them, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to sell them for a price.

Chen Hao would be grateful if he could make a small profit, enough to buy arms for the next crossing sale.

Chatting along the way, half an hour later, the Raptor stopped at the door of a country house.

Just as Chen Hao got out of the car, a tall blond girl ran out of the house and hugged him excitedly:

"Mice, you haven't called me for half a month, have you forgotten me?"

"Natasha!"

Ivan glanced over fiercely, Natasha let go of her arm and stuck out her tongue mischievously, pulling Chen Hao back.

Chen Hao turned his head and gave Ivan an innocent expression: I didn't take the initiative.

Ivan himself knew what kind of virtue he had, and the two were having a good time in the Middle East, visiting the red light district together.

Good man, that's not even the slightest bit.

If Natasha, this juicy little cabbage is really crushed, she will have to be hunted down by Ivan all over the world, and there will be no way to survive.

Chen Hao is still very self-aware, not proactive and irresponsible.

He wants to refuse, but who can refuse a beauty who has the figure of a Victoria's Secret supermodel and looks like the star Britney Spears.

Even if the relationship is only kept at an ambiguous level, it is also a kind of enjoyment.

Ivan slammed the car door heavily, expressing his inner dissatisfaction. It was obviously Wednesday, why did his daughter come back today?
Had he known earlier, he would not have brought Chen Hao home.

Natasha pulled Chen Hao to sit down on the sofa, poured the drink courteously, and stared at Chen Hao's profile.

So handsome, so manly.

She admitted that she likes this man, three reasons are his handsomeness.

"Where have you been during this time? You didn't come to see me at school." Natasha asked delicately.

Chen Hao said: "You know, I went to Heizhou to do business, sold a batch of arms, and happened to fight a war.

Surrounded by hundreds of enemies, I killed their leader, a guy with the rank of colonel. "

"Wow, that sounds amazing." Natasha's eyes were about to burst into stars, like a fanatical star chasing stars.

He heard from his mother since he was a child that his father sold arms to fight wars in various parts of the world, and his concept was different from that of ordinary people.

She worships strong men with great strength, especially handsome strong men like Chen Hao.

There is a word in psychology called Mu Qiang, which can explain this kind of psychology.

Women are often born with admiration for strength, and admiration for strength is a kind of recognition of the abilities of others, a kind of envy that is not easy to achieve by oneself.

Money and power are both a manifestation of strength.

As long as one of these two aspects is good enough, countless women will pounce on it.

Ivan, who had just returned to the house, saw his daughter was about to fall into Chen Hao's arms, and snorted disdainfully: "The rank of colonel is given by those tribal armed niggers!"

His uncle is a colonel in Ukraine, who once had a mechanized infantry regiment with thousands of people.

The combat power can crush those armed forces in the Middle East and Africa.

And after selling arms for so many years, he is too aware of the combat effectiveness of those armed forces.

Faith shoots bullets flying into the sky, and casually proclaiming himself a general is nothing more than commonplace.

Even if Chen Hao said that he killed a five-star general, Ivan would not be surprised at all.

The gold content of a general may be greater than the difference between a human and a dog.

"It's fine if you don't believe it."

Chen Hao shrugged, looked into Natasha's blue eyes, and said with a smile, "Your father is just jealous of me."

"Of course, I believe you."

Natasha did not hesitate to show her trust in her lover.

The more Ivan looked at it, the more unhappy he felt, and his own cabbage was about to be posted upside down.

This won't work, they have to be broken up.

"Mice, I suddenly remembered that I had an appointment with the antique appraiser of the auction house, and it was almost delayed. Let's go."

Natasha understood her father's thoughts very well, and immediately said: "Appraisal of antiques? It must be cool, and I want to go together."

(End of this chapter)