My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 12 Greed
There is a thin line between heaven and hell.

The bridge is built with US dollars in the middle.

Behind the huge wealth is full of filth.

Gao Jun will never deny this point, why would he deny it, he once tried to fantasize and use knowledge to change the world, and later, in a capitalist country, he discovered...

This fart stinks.

What counts as a capital country?
Please open the world map to see all the names.

If I have hundreds of millions of dollars...

Then I am also a good person.

Well, Americans will admit it.

Under Gao Jun's vigorous persuasion, Paul pinched his nose and agreed to pull Tomanbi into the "game".

"How much do you think is appropriate for him?"

"We need to have the absolute right to speak. You don't want us to work for him?" Gao Jun said.

The two made some calculations, and felt that it would cost at least 2% for Paul to brush his face.
Gao Jun looked at him, "Take it from me."

Paul stiffened his neck, "Dude, you only have [-]%, so let me share it."

Do you see it?

Some people always think that they are loyal, but in fact they are evil.

Benefit distribution...

The most taboo thing is humility.

A draft in the bank is far nobler than the friendship of friends, especially poor friends.

Of course, if you think that you are happy, then pretend you didn't say anything.

"How are things going with you over there?"

Paul sorted out his mood, "Get the trade license within three days, it's legal and formal, and it can be found in the files, don't worry."

"That's good, the last thing left now, we need to buy some potatoes."

"There is no shortage of these in the farms in San Diego. Those farmers who are unsalable are about to starve to death. You can sell them for more than a dozen catties with one dollar, and they are almost rotten on the ground." Paul said casually, returning Cursed, "Damn Congress!"

Gao Jun also cursed after him.

In the United States, just like there must be black and yellow people in TV dramas, you occasionally express dissatisfaction with the government, which is called political correctness.

When I was in school, some black people organized anti-racism protests.

However, Gao Jun was too lazy to participate.

It's not that he is noble, but that he read a sentence from an unknown book, "When you are weak, the law is here to shackle you; when you are strong, the law is here to make you change it."

Speaking of the right track, the two of them conspired to discuss what each other needs to discuss, and they must not be caught by the FBI.

In the end, it was decided that the gun store could not be closed, otherwise it would be too obvious, and Catherine could not be allowed to look after the store, so Tommen could only be asked to take care of it.

After sorting out all the clues, Paul proposed to gather together and took Gao Jun to KFC...

Holding a hamburger and leaning against the window is at least much better than the homeless outside.

After eating, Paul walked towards Tomanby's territory with a reluctant expression but a very honest body.

"That's an egomaniac, bastard, even that Berlin bitch (Gillars, famous beauty traitor.) is more brilliant than him." Paul complained along the way.

As if the opponent should be killed directly.

"Okay, Paul, don't let him hear it." Gao Jun said helplessly.

Tomanby's lair is also a bar, and I don't know why these associations and gray industries only love bars. Maybe it's more convenient to launder money?

"Paul?"

A surprised cry made the two of them look up.

is an acquaintance.

It's the dreadlocked black man who came to the gun store to pick up the Remington.

"Bison, Dibbs." Paul introduced in a low voice beside him.

Gao Jun looked at the other party's nose ring and nodded. Heigou always likes to come up with some unconventional things. Is this called fashion?
It's called NMGB!

"Is Tomanby there?"

Dibis glanced at Gao Jun, nodded slightly, "The boss is inside, what do you want from him?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Paul said firmly.

Gao Jun shook his head, don't you have a good relationship with the people around Tomanby?In the future, if he has any troubles, you will not be able to fish out of troubled waters, and you will have no means of being a human being.

Didn't see Dibbs' black grimace... Are your teeth black with anger?
Gao Jun took out a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes from his pocket, unsealed the pack in front of his face, pulled out one and handed it to Dibbs, "One?"

The black man hesitated for a moment and took it. Just as he was touching the lighter, Gao Jun lit it for him himself.

Lucky Strike cigarettes are not cheap. Of course, the $100 pack is a special offer and cannot be compared, but a regular pack costs close to $[-]. This pack is for pulling, and he still keeps a pack of camel cigarettes.

In this world, when it comes to giving gifts or putting on a smiling face, there should be few people who can surpass the Chinese.

After Gao Jun's set of procedures, Dibis' expression softened a little, and he glanced at Paul, with an obvious meaning: learn.

"Boss is in a bad mood recently, please pay attention." Dibis thought for a while and said.

"Thank you." Gao Jun smiled and watched the other party go out.

"Gao, why are you being so polite to him? He's notorious!" Paul muttered.

He still upholds a very strong view of good and evil in his bones.

You have gone to sell arms, and you still say that others are notorious?Sure enough, it was this kind of person that Youdang Youli was talking about.

Gao Jun didn't have much thought to give him social lessons, so he walked into the bar after a few perfunctory sentences.

Since it's not open yet, it looks pretty empty.

I saw Tomanby sitting on the deck at a glance, and the other party looked over, and the eyes gathered in mid-air. It was the first time Gao Jun saw him, just an ordinary white male, about 30 years old.

"Why are you here?" Tomanby said not very friendly.

Paul looked at Gao Jun, who stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Tomanby."

The other party directly ignored his outstretched hand, sat on the booth, and watched quietly.

Gao Jun didn't feel embarrassed, so he withdrew his hand, knowing that the other party didn't want to exchange pleasantries, and said frankly: "We came to you and hope you can help us as a middleman. We need some 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets."

"a little?"

"Forty thousand rounds."

Tomanby's eyes flashed.

Finally, he looked at Gao Jun solemnly.

Forty thousand rounds...

This is called a little?
According to the average consumption of local wars, about one person can be killed.

But for the community, it may be dozens or even hundreds of lives. These bullets are enough for bankers to have a headache.

San Diego had 1989 gun crimes in 1667!
An average of 5 cases a day, and this crime rate is not the highest in the United States, there are Detroit, Flint, Anchorage and so on.

"What do you need to do?" Tomanby warned in a tone, looking at Paul fiercely, "Are you going to kill that Mr. Beef?" (Nickname: Mr. Beef).

It seems that Tommen still cares about this brother-in-law.

"We're in serious business!" Paul said, frowning.

"We started a trading company and my little friend in Mexico told me he needed some bullets..."

"Are you telling me you're smuggling arms?"

Gao Jun corrected his mistake, "This is not smuggling, it's just helping a friend appropriately."

"What does your friend need [-] rounds of ammunition? Does he want to use these to start a fire?" Tomanby sneered.

"It's for personal use."

"For personal use? Forty thousand rounds of ammunition?"

Gao Jun thought for a while, and agreed, "My friend likes shooting guns more. He has a lot of targets in his house, and there are human-shaped targets everywhere."

Tomanbi didn't bother to tell Gao Jun, because he found that the other party was really talking nonsense with open eyes, and his shamelessness was at an end.

"Does Catherine know?" He raised his head and asked Paul. The latter didn't nod or shake his head. Tomanby knew it and was very upset. "Is your gun shop still unable to support you? I'm taking care of your business."

This tone of charity immediately made Paul angry.

"Hey, listen, I don't need your help. I have the hands to create my own wealth and give Catherine enough to live. I'm here today to talk business with you, not to hear you talk like a priest. Nonsense."

"Also, I know what I'm doing! OK?"

Tomanby frowned, staring at Paul, and the latter looked back at him not to be outdone.

"You know what you're doing?"

"Of course I know, I'm doing what the president does!" Paul said in a very excited tone, "I'm mixing with bastards and learning how to make money!"

Gao Jun praised him from the side.

Directly scolded a group of people.

Tomanby was naturally among them, looking at his expression, it was as if he had eaten shit.

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　ps: Chapter 2, there is another chapter today, it will be updated on Sunday~~
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