All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 50, a bit of a cow flying knife technique [4 thousand]

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough.

"I went to buy goods, that place is relatively hidden, and I can't contact the outside world."

Of course, Chen Hao couldn't tell Natasha the truth about his experience.

But that's not deceiving.

He opened a suitcase that he brought back with him, and showed Natasha the antique porcelain inside that was temporarily wrapped in a foam box.

Natasha took an antique vase in her hand, stroked the patterns on it lightly, and exclaimed, "It's another antique porcelain from Huaguo, so exquisite!"

Deciding to do antique business with Chen Hao, she bought some books on related subjects and made up some knowledge.

The last time I sold goods, I met some experts, which gave her a lot of knowledge.

Although it is impossible to make a specific judgment, there are generally some visions.

This piece of china is certainly not a bargain.

Chen Hao said proudly: "This is only a small part of it. The goods I got are twice as much as last time, and they are all antiques from Huaguo."

"Oh my God, how much would that sell for!"

Natasha was extremely surprised.

The antiques that Chen Hao asked her to sell last time were worth more than 90,000 euros after deducting handling fees and taxes.

Basically, it is more than a year's salary for an ordinary person.

In less than a week, Chen Hao brought more antiques than last time.

If this continues, it will make more money than her father Ivan's arms business.

Chen Hao rubbed Natasha's pretty face, and said with a haha ​​smile: "Of course you have to earn more money than your father, don't worry baby, I will definitely let you live the best life."

Natasha's big blue eyes stared at him affectionately: "Honey, as long as I'm with you, I can live any kind of life."

Chen Hao took the initiative to kiss the alluring red lips.

Of course he knew that Natasha's love for him had nothing to do with material conditions.

But Chen Hao has the ability, so he must provide the best material conditions for the woman he loves.

It can be said that he is machismo and has a strong desire to control, but he is such a person.

After the kiss, Chen Hao got up from the bed and sat down at the dining table.

The bed is really not the place to talk about things. Natasha is so attractive, but she just wants to kill her and not bury her.

If it continues, it will be difficult for Chen Hao to ensure that he can control himself and not become a beast.

The small cakes on the dining table exuded a tempting aroma, and Chen Hao smelled them as soon as he sat down: "Did you make the small cakes?"

"I just made it." Natasha came slowly, put her arms around his neck from behind, and asked her lover's opinion: "Try it and see if it suits your taste."

Chen Hao picked up one and took a bite: "Well, it's delicious and sweet, very delicious."

It's not that there is emotional blessing, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

The small cake is soft and delicious, full of milk flavor, it is really delicious.

It is very good to put a little in the space and serve as snacks and desserts anytime, anywhere.

Natasha was very happy to be recognized by her beloved for the fruits of her labor, and pushed the plate in front of Chen Hao:
"If it's delicious, eat more, and I'll make it for you."

"Well, that's great. I'm so happy to have a girlfriend who can make delicious little cakes." Chen Hao praised sincerely as if his mouth had been smeared with honey.

Europeans and Americans are not humble when it comes to compliments, and tend to accept them as they are ordered.

But they know that some compliments are polite and some are sincere.

Just look at Natasha's happy and sweet face, and you will know how damaging words of praise are to a woman in love.

You and I have been sweet for a long time.

Chen Hao finally remembered the business, he wanted to establish a stable sales channel.

It is one way to hand over antiques to auction houses for auction, but that often requires a high handling fee, more than ten percent, up to 20.00%.

If it's an occasional business, of course it doesn't matter.

But if he wants to turn the sale of antiques into the biggest source of income, he must not allow such a high commission and the threat of his life being controlled by others.

Chen Hao had asked Natasha to set up an antique trading company before, what is the situation?
Natasha sat down opposite him, her pretty face turned bitter, this business is really not that easy to do.

The most important thing is fame, and a stable customer base.

But neither of these can come by chance.

Natasha majored in painting at the university, and never studied professional business operations.

The company has been established, but she is still at a loss as to what to do next!

"Honey, it's up to you to think about it." Natasha said coquettishly, shaking his hand.

Being a business woman, she's not that material.

It's easier to be the woman behind the eldest brother.

Chen Hao comforted: "Alright, alright, I'll figure out a way. As for you, just enjoy the honor."

He let Natasha set up the company, and most importantly, her identity is legal.

It's not that Natasha is expected to make any achievements, those Chen Hao will find a way by themselves.

……

the next day.

In a studio converted from a warehouse in the countryside, Chen Hao met Abrasha, who had met him once.

I still remember the last time we met, it was in a tavern.

Chen Hao just came back, and asked Iwan to help him find an appraisal expert to appraise the value of the Japanese samurai sword.

Also for Natasha, he took care of a blind nigger.

Chen Hao needed an inch-long throwing knife, but there was no suitable one on the market, so he immediately thought of this person.

Abrasha sat next to the workbench, with a half bottle of vodka beside him, holding a wine glass in his hand, and looked at Chen Hao who came in:

"Hey my friend, would you like a drink?"

God, this drunkard.

I killed at least half a bottle at a glance, and I'm not afraid to manipulate those machines and cut off my fingers.

If it weren't for the accurate valuation last time and Abrasha's professionalism, Chen Hao would have turned his head and left.

Although he himself drank, he was busy with his business, and he would drink some to enliven the atmosphere when meeting friends.

The old white man in front of him was obviously an alcoholic who was addicted to alcohol.

"Thanks, but I'm still more concerned about how well my flying knife is made?" Chen Hao said.

A small glass cup filled with one or two vodkas, Abrasha drank it like drinking water.

He stood up as if nothing had happened, and took out a heavy wooden box from a corner of the workbench.

"I made it according to the picture you sent, and I changed a material for you to make the flying knife sharper.

To be honest, throwing knives are a kind of unpopular weapon, throwing them inaccurately, and no matter how well crafted they are, they are useless. "

As soon as Abrasha finished speaking, Chen Hao picked up a throwing knife and swung it at the clothes hanger ten meters away.

With a whoosh, the flying knife pierced through the black top hat and firmly nailed it to the wall.

Abrasha was surprised: "Have you ever practiced throwing knives? Just this hand, without two years of hard training, it is impossible to do it at all."

Many people hold a pistol and hit a fixed target ten meters away, and they will run the target.

If you want to shoot accurately, you have to practice hard.

Compared with pistols, throwing knives are more uncertain and less practical.

In today's society, only a few enthusiasts spend time practicing hard.

"is it hard?"

Chen Hao put three darts between the fingers of his right hand and walked out of the studio.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

Three darts were fired in a row, and he threw them all out with one hand.

From the lemon tree more than ten meters away, three plump and round yellow lemons fell from the top of the tree.

Abrasha was stunned: "My God, I have never seen one that can launch three darts at the same time and hit three targets respectively."

"Is it difficult? I think it's as easy as eating and drinking." Chen Hao said frankly.

When the flying knife was in his hand, it was like an extension of his body.

Within 20 meters, Chen Hao felt that wherever he wanted the flying knife to go, the flying knife would go there.

Just like he knows that drinking water will quench his thirst and eating will fill his stomach.

Abrasha shook his head, because of Chen Hao's surprising performance, he sobered up a little, and said very seriously:
"It's really difficult. I deal with cold weapons every day, and I know many dart throwing enthusiasts, and there are also masters in this field.

A master-level dart player can even blindfolded and use a throwing knife to accurately hit an apple 20 meters away.

However, three throwing knives were thrown at the same time, hitting three different targets.

It's like using a gun to fire three bullets and hit three targets. It is absolutely impossible.

Of course, that was before you appeared, and now you have broken my cognition.Someone really can do it. "

"In this way, my flying knife skills are still very good." Chen Hao played with the silver flying knife in his hand.

Abrasha is relatively well-known in the cold weapon circle.

He couldn't ask for Chen Hao's head, so naturally he wouldn't do things like praise against his will.

Chen Hao secretly said in his heart: It seems that the two-star skill has surpassed the limit of an industry master, so it can be regarded as very powerful.

He fiddled with the throwing knives in the wooden box twice, and the number should be about one hundred.

"how much is it?"

Abrasha picked up the wine bottle and took a sip to suppress his shock: "This is a special order, and the materials are not cheap, [-] euros each.

However, you are so good at flying knives, you can carry forward the flying knives I made.For your sake, [-]% off, benefit [-] Euros. "

"Thanks, I want two hundred more."

Chen Hao took out his credit card, swiped it on the POS machine and paid the bill.

As a master, you must have the demeanor of a master. Of course, it is impossible to throw the throwing knife and pick it up again.

That's embarrassing.

The throwing knife was in his hand, and it was a consumable like a bullet.

As for the fact that flying knives are too many to carry, he has storage space with him, so he has no worries about this at all.

Abrasha thought for a while: "I need two days, come back after four days."

"Why?" Chen Hao suspected that he had heard it wrong.

Abrasha replied as a matter of course: "Because tomorrow is the weekend, I have to rest."

Very true answer.

Such are the days of the people of the developed countries of Europe.

Chen Hao doesn't remember which day is a working day and which day is a weekend if he doesn't go to work from [-] to [-].

As long as he sees that many shops are closed on the street and many people are on vacation, he will know that today is the weekend.

"Will you take an early break today? I can buy you a drink."

The other party just gave him a discount, so Chen Hao naturally wanted to reciprocate.

Abrasha glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost five o'clock, and happily decided to leave work early today.

"Of course, tomorrow will be the weekend, even God, the old man, will forgive me."

Chen Hao nodded: "Yes, God doesn't need your things, he only needs your faith."

He has been in European countries for a long time, and he has been able to joke with people very skillfully.

Chen Hao drove Abrasha to the tavern in the city.

On the way, he received another call from Zhou Hexuan.

"Pink Club?"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao uttered an unfamiliar shop name.

Chen Hao wanted to sell the pen holder to earn the 5 million. He originally made an appointment to meet at a tavern at six o'clock.

Obviously, it's time to change places.

Abrasha, who was sitting in the co-pilot, his already drunken eyes suddenly lit up:
"It's a club where girls can do magic tricks and shorten clothes one by one. There are many young and beautiful girls from Eastern Europe. Do you want to invite me to have a drink there?"

The consumption level in that place is not low.

It costs dozens of euros to order a glass of wine. After all, few people here just drink. The point is to appreciate the visual feast.

Very exciting program.

Abrasha is usually reluctant to spend money to go there, but occasionally a luxury.

Chen Hao is no stranger to those places.

When he was a mercenary, he lived a life without tomorrow, earned a lot of money, and did a lot of ridiculous things.

Going to various clubs to have fun is not uncommon.

Under the guidance of Abrasha, Chen Hao drove to Nancheng District, and stopped at the entrance of a building with a Miaoman girl on the signboard.

But he frowned when he noticed the graffiti on the wall on the opposite street corner.

"Is this a gathering place for gang members?"

"Didn't you already see it?" Abrasha shrugged and replied.

Chen Hao sighed and drove the car into the club's underground garage.

In the slums, where the sun doesn't shine, darkness breeds.

The gangs formed by various garbage people have become the destroyers and maintainers of order.

They destroy the original order and establish a black order.

The graffiti on the wall has a meaning.

For example, which gang's territory is here, and other gangs are warned not to cross the border, otherwise it will be regarded as a war.

This is also a deterrent. Ordinary people see it and learn to avoid it obediently.

Don't look at your eyes, don't listen to your ears, and most importantly, don't talk nonsense.

Otherwise the gangsters will use violence to silence the talkative guy.

In such an environment.

Chen Hao didn't dare to park the car outside.

Because you don't know which bastard is short of money and spends it, so you pass by and smash the car glass to search it.

There are no cameras, no one can be found, and you don't even know who to turn to if you want revenge.

Walking into the club is like walking into a nightclub, with crowds surging under the dim lights.

Young men and women exuding strong hormones due to the dark effect.

If there is any difference, it may be that the girl who leads the dance on it has very little cloth, and she dances to the music, which becomes less and less.

The irritating man kept throwing money on the stage.

Chen Hao saw the girl with a graceful figure, and also saw Li Gubei who was standing under the stage, blushing and thick-necked because of his blood, throwing money upwards.

So you are such a doctor!

He strolled forward, ready to surprise the other party.

PS: Ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a monthly ticket, ask for all kinds!
(End of this chapter)