My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 1 How Many Teachers Does God Have?

"Starting the novice function..."

In San Diego in mid-June 1990, the air was distorted by roasting, Gao Jun sat on a bench with a tired face, and dirt could still be seen on his cheap suit.

He was robbed!

The flyers given by the insurance company were all taken away.

With a wave of his sleeves, there is only the body odor of the robber black dog in the air.

Call the police?

Do not make jokes.

American police are busy looking for prostitutes.

But inexplicably and confusedly, a system popped up in his mind?

Just stuck like that.

As the best-selling commodity of the 19th century, black people still give spree?

"Hold!"

Gao Jun lowered his head, rubbed his temples, and scolded unwillingly. Any unfortunate thing happened to Lao Tzu. If the insurance customer couldn't get him any more today, the white female executive who looked like a pig would definitely take it out. He swept out the door.

From his pocket, he took out a cheap cigarette, put it in his mouth, stood up on his knees, and walked silently on Gaslamp Avenue. There were drunken homeless people everywhere, and black people who were addicted to talking to themselves.

Here, the closest place to Mexico is only 20 kilometers away!

Think about it, know what business is best to do.

Gao Jun stopped in front of a two-story shop, raised his head, and the sign on it read: "Lei Weilang Gun Shop", opened the door, and heard the voice of the automatic welcome device broadcasting, "Welcome (Welcome)."

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

Before anyone could see it, they heard a hearty voice coming from the inner room, and then a white man in camouflage short-sleeved came out with a "bartender" .22 Barkeep revolver in his hand. Wiping, seeing Gao Jun, his eyes lit up.

"Hey! High."

"Long time no see, Paul." Gao Jun also greeted.

The other party was his best friend at school. Later, he joined the army in his sophomore year and stayed in the Special Tactics Team (STT) for a few years. After he was discharged, he took over the family business - "Levy Lang Gun Store".

Gao Jun, who is usually tired from running insurance, often comes to him to rest.

"You don't look very good." Paul looked up and down and asked with a frown.

Gao Jun sat in the rocking chair, and with a wry smile, he told the story of being robbed by niggas just now. Paul was filled with righteous indignation, "I will definitely help you find those bastards."

Gao Jun waved his hand, there are so many black people in San Diego, the possibility of finding it is very low, so he consoled himself, Paul poured him a glass of water, just at this moment, a father and son came in from outside.

A stout middle-aged man, and a young man who still looks immature, the excitement and excitement on the latter's face are beyond words.

The man, who knew Paul well, said hello, pointed at the young man, and said, "I'm here to buy a pistol for my son."

"Hey Daddy, I'm an adult, I'm going to buy a rifle!"

The middle-aged man glared, "Are you going to cut another hole in your butt? Owen!"

Paul was used to this sort of thing.

An average of [-] Americans has [-] guns. Whenever you are in a bad mood, I will take you to see God.

Under the strong suppression of his father, Owen could only curl his lips.

"How about this one? M1911WWI Reproduction Pistol (World War I Veteran Edition), $900." Paul took out a very classic pistol from under the gun cabinet, and took it apart.

Gao Jun also glanced curiously beside him.

"The novice function is on..."

“型号：M1911、口径：11.43毫米、装弹：7+1、生产商：柯尔特公司，成本价：278美金，进价：558美金，建议销售价：870美金，实时价格波动：1、蒂华纳1178美金、2、旧金山978美金、3、雷诺976美金…”

"Profit ratio: 150%"

"The above is based on "genuine" products, real-time data updates!"

A calm voice resounded in Gao Jun's mind.

Suddenly, a lot of data and details about the M1911 were instilled in his mind.

But Gao Jun saw that the profit ratio...

"This is too exaggerated!" He muttered to himself in a small voice.

Work hard to sell insurance by yourself, have to run outside on a hot day, high temperature subsidy?No kidding, although the Chinese Exclusion Act was repealed in 1943, it is in the chain of contempt in the United States.

Northern whites > Southern inferior whites > Blacks > Chinese!
why?
Because black people will really give you a "shooting of love", while Chinese people are honest and uphold that more is worse than less.

This makes people feel that you are being bullied.

Gao Jun has been robbed at least 8 times in the past few years after he went to study abroad. At that time, the family conditions were very good and they could support him. However, under the impact of the financial crisis in the 80s, the family was not well, so he could only find a way to be self-reliant. .

Paul over there has already negotiated a business, and the two father and son still bought a Smith & Wesson M&P9 pistol, a new product in 1989, and it has only been a year since then. The power is smaller than the M1911. .

But the price was cheap, Paul sold it for $615.

Therefore, Owen's face is very unhappy, a real man must be thick, big and fast!

After Paul compared the procedures and the police department's approval form, he handed the pistol to him. Owen, who got the gun, couldn't wait to try it, but as soon as he put his hand on the trigger, his old father slapped him on the back of the head. Bewildered, he yelled, "Idiot! Don't put your fingers in the hole!"

Owen was dragged away in the end, because Paul's small shop did not have a shooting range, and he could only suppress the addiction in the end.

"Sorry, man." Paul came over and said to Gao Jun.

"fine…"

Gao Jun has great doubts now, took a sip of water, and sorted out the language, "Is this MA1911 the most expensive?"

Paul laughed, "Of course not. Although my store is very small, it is much worse than the giants like Cabelas, Bass Pro, and Dicks, but I also have the treasure of the town store."

"follow me."

Gao Jun was addicted to his hook, and followed him to the inner room. The space inside was not small. There was a dark green wall cabinet in the corner. Paul entered the password to open it.

Did you see the big sniper lying quietly inside? !
"Barrett, the price is $1.2, man, this is the treasure, I can't bear to sell it, it's like my mistress, it's more exciting than my girlfriend." Paul took it as if introducing his family The same, also handed it to Gao Jun.

The identification data of this gun appeared in Gao Jun's mind at the first moment, and the guide price fluctuated greatly, ranging from US$6000 to US$1.2. Good guy, Paul is directly on the top.

"Arms... are they so valuable?"

As soon as he asked this question, it seemed very funny. Paul also let out a kind laughter and lowered his voice, "Who is the biggest arms dealer in the world?"

Gao Jun hesitated to answer: "Lockheed?"

"It's the President of the United States!"

"Only those who start wars can eat the dividends of arms. Like me, I just can't starve to death."

NMD!

You can earn at least half a dollar with a gun, and you can sell four or five guns a day, which is more money than if I buy insurance from a few poor guys.

this moment…

An unknown yearning filled Gao Jun's heart.

Paul is still giving him the future of the industry: "Humans can never be free from violence. This is nature. In the rib cavity of the original human remains, there is a spear arrow."

"Then how did you feel about selling a gun for the first time?"

Paul thought for a moment, frowned, "It's largely like doing X for the first time. You don't know what you're doing. It's exciting, but it's over soon."

"However, I took the first money and went to find a prostitute. Don't tell Catherine about this."

Gao Jun nodded, indicating that he understood.

Why, I am so envious.

"Then can I join in selling guns?"

This is the question that Gao Jun wanted to ask. He looked with hope, no one could stabilize his head under the impact of strong interests.

Even God greedily asks people to believe in him.

Paul grinned, "Is your insurance not covered? I remember that it was a job introduced to you by your compatriots."

This made Gao Jun suddenly quiet down.

The insurance job, although harsh, actually pays you the insurance. In half a year, he will be able to get permanent residency and naturalize in the United States.

And if you quit your job...

What about future income?
Will I become a homeless person?
With a gun shop this small, there's no way they could have insurance for you.

The problems faced come one after another.

Gao Jun is no longer a 15.6-year-old child. He has to consider a lot. The most important thing is, what should he tell his family?
Mom, I'm fighting with people outside, let's not talk about it, wait for our AK to catch fire, wait for me to find someone to fix it?
Your dad will be able to delist you from the family tree on the same day.

Paul patted him on the shoulder, "Man, think about it, think about it, you can come to me."

"Here's the gun for you," he said, handing over a Glock.

Gao Jun saw an important point in a series of data.

"Suggested retail price: $310."

"Oh no no no, this is too precious." He quickly declined.

Paul smiled, "It's second-hand, it's not expensive, it's a gift from me."

Hearing this, Gao Jun hesitated and was very moved, "But I don't have a gun license."

In the United States, without a gun license, you will be caught and even sentenced.

"Hahaha, Gao, you are so cute. In San Diego, the number of illegal gun owners is as high as the number of AIDS patients in the United States. Those police officers don't care about you at all. Of course, you don't need to shoot them in public." Paul As if hearing a joke, he couldn't help laughing, patted him on the shoulder, and said meaningfully, "When the world becomes cloudy, the cleaners will give up their struggle."

Hearing this, Gao Jun relaxed and put away the gun.

The other party also gave him a few bullets.

When the hand came into contact with the murder weapon at the peak of the industry in the history of human civilization, an undisguised excitement arose spontaneously.

even…

Even in the presence of God, he dared to shout.

NMD, how many divisions do you have? !
Dare to let Lao Tzu believe in you?
As long as I have little boys, you have to believe in "nuclear gods" with me.

what not?
Starting today, there is!

(End of this chapter)