My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 120 Battlefield Food Delivery Service!

Jabel Air Force Base should be said to be the safest place in Kuwait!

Although it is very close to Kuwait City, because of the presence of the United Nations Army, a natural "green area" is naturally formed. No matter how stupid you are, it is impossible to rush to this point.

Do you think anyone can seize air supremacy over the US military?
It is no exaggeration to say that in the short term, no country should have this advantage.

Many industrial chains have been formed around the "green zone".

There are even custom places!

When Gao Jun and his party walked to the door, they saw a white man in a suit followed by four or five women dressed in cooler clothes, and they were pulling several officers who looked like officers to bargain in an open and fair manner.

He couldn't help but take another look.

"That's Sykes, Bahraini, those women, you can come here once for $60, the protection measures are very good, and..." Miller took the initiative to introduce when he saw the boss looking over.

Gao Jun glanced at him in surprise, he definitely took care of the other party's unfinished look.

However, it is also understandable.

Like this Jabel Air Force Base, no women have been seen at all. As the saying goes: In the days when there are no women, it is fun to flirt with men.

Where there is a need, there is service.

In this world, the last thing that should be lacking is... street lights!
It must be beautiful to hang.

"It's a bit expensive." Gao Jun looked at the women.

"The prices on the battlefield are like this. I heard that a piece of fried rice in a Chinese restaurant costs 10 dollars (the exchange rate in 1991: 43 RMB)" Heinsberg said beside him.

"That high?"

Boss Gao looked surprised, but nodded in understanding. After all, such words as wealth and insurance have never been talked about.

He didn't have much time to get to know the prostitutes. Rabe on the phone didn't look very good, so he had to go and see.

"Chinese Dragon" restaurant!
This is located in a relatively remote part of the green zone. This area is full of catering industries. At least Gao Jun has seen army hot pot.

That's right, that thing was originally picked up on the ground, then mixed together, and then some people praised it as delicious.

The prisoners of war are here, so you have to look up the Geneva Conventions!

If the Italians were eating army hot pot, they would have given you a f*cking blow to your head a long time ago. Just you, you still want us to surrender?

But let alone, there are people who eat it.

South Korea is one of the participating countries.

"Let let, let let."

There was a group of spectators around the entrance of the Chinese restaurant. Miller and Tonikov pushed away as soon as they went up. Some people were dissatisfied and wanted to scold their mothers, but they kept their mouths shut after seeing the posture.

Standing outside, you can see two groups of people facing each other inside, and the ground is full of broken tables, chairs and glass.

"How did it happen? Others wanted to work, and you ruined the place." Gao Jun stood at the door, clicked his tongue twice, looked up and saw Rabe confronting seven or eight black people.

"Yuri!"

When Rabe saw him, he yelled, his tone full of joy.

They know each other? !
The black man immediately became embarrassed.

Gao Jun smiled, helped up a chair in front of him, kicked off the fragments of the bottle on the ground, and arranged it properly, "What's going on?"

"When these people are eating, they insult our faith!" Rabe said angrily, and then elaborated a lot. It turned out that when they came to eat, the black man next to him happened to be there, and the other party drank some wine. The one above just muttered a few jokes about "faith".

Some of the people who came to eat with Rabe were devout believers, which was not bad, so they went straight to it.

But don't look at the blacks' brains, they have strength in their hands and feet, and they just suppressed Rabe and others, who are so many and powerful, and beat them up. No, if they lose, they will call someone.

Gao Jun doesn't care how much truth or falsehood there is.

Who put him with Rabe?
What does it mean to help relatives and not to help? In this bird place, whoever has the biggest fist is right.

Gao Jun nodded, glanced at the black man, and thought for a while, "You don't have any background, do you?"

Take a look!

I have to ask clearly, it will be bad for someone who hits a certain general later.

"Sierra Leone mercenaries, I've seen them." Miller glanced at them and said.

"We belong to the military!" The leading black man shouted upon seeing this.

Sierra Leone was founded in 1971...

Still in civil strife.

But they still sent an "expeditionary force", with 500 people high and low, one-third of the Gambian army's strength.

But the mercenaries surrounding the military are very miscellaneous and chaotic!
But this black leader is also more knowledgeable about current affairs, not everyone is an idiot, "I would like to apologize for my people for this incident."

If you are under the roof, you have to be quick!
Gao Jun raised his brows. The other party seemed to understand the truth. He pressed Tony's hand, "Don't take out the grenade so early, and scare others."

"What do you think?" he asked, looking at Rabe.

The latter was very aggrieved, but he also understood that if he wanted to have a conflict outside the Jabel Air Force Base, he would be the one who would suffer at that time.

The Yankees standing outside watching the jokes are holding hands. If you hurt one of them, hey, look at what the military police at the base will do to you.

Rabe could only nod depressingly.

The black leader came over to apologize very readily, his eyes looked very sincere, and then helped his drunk companion to leave, and the other party was fucked a bit ruthlessly.

Both eyes are swollen.

"Want to take revenge?" Gao Jun may have seen Rabe's reluctance. After all, for them, faith is really important.

Don't, don't, don't try to provoke other people's thousands of years of culture, just like you don't stand in front of Indians and say lizards, sewer pipes, goats...

Otherwise, you will die laughing.

"We have a saying that if you are not fully prepared, please press your anger into your chest. Excessive unwillingness will only affect your sanity. Only wild dogs follow instinct."

Rabe's remarks are a bit philosophical.

Every civilization can come out of war, naturally has its reasons.

Gao Jun smiled, and turned his head to look at the two young Asian youths standing there. The other party was obviously a little helpless looking at the mess all over the floor.

"Are you the boss here?" He said directly in Chinese.

Can Chinese restaurants still be opened by foreigners?

maybe!
There are people from the Northeast in Ganchuanxiang.

As soon as the two Asian youths heard this, they regained their spirits. They saw one of them walking out wearing glasses, glanced at Rabe and Miller and the others standing behind them holding weapons, and shrank their heads, "You Okay, my name is Liu Lei, this is my friend Luo Min, are you Chinese too?"

Gao Jun nodded slightly, and said very friendly, "Hello, how long have you been in Kuwait?"

"I've been here for five years. I opened a restaurant here. It's not a good business. I asked my old friend to help. He's only been here for four months." Liu Lei smiled wryly and swept the broken glass to the side with his feet.

As soon as this was mentioned, Gao Jun became interested. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over. Liu Lei hurriedly took it with both hands and thanked him. Luo Min nodded shyly and restrainedly.

"How is your restaurant business? It should be good, right?"

"Fortunately, let's get enough food and clothing." Although Liu Lei said so, there was satisfaction in his eyes, and he was a little insincere.

Asians are like that, being humble is being humble, but I have to show you that I'm making money.

Boss Gao had an expression that I understood, "Can I have some fried rice?"

"Of course, wait a moment, Amin, I will do it, you can accompany me..." Liu Lei said and looked at Gao Jun.

"My surname is Gao."

"Mr. Gao!"

Luo Min nodded dumbly, and after Liu Lei ran in, he looked very nervous.

"You don't need to be so restrained. We are outside, and fellow villagers meet fellow villagers. It's too late for enthusiasm. Sit down and chat with me." Gao Jun said with a smile. Sweep up the crumbs and everything.

He sat down on the chair, looked at Luo Min, and waited until his ass touched the stool, then looked at the wall. Egg fried rice costs US$10, a bowl of pigeon soup costs US$3 (refillable), and beef costs US$7. …

This price is simply that, Kennedy lived in a convertible car to the end!
Pigeon soup costs $3. The old actor must be a pigeon. Add more water and seasonings and boil it again, and it can be sold again.

"The price is not low." Gao Jun said.

"Actually, it's cheap for us. The Indians next to us sell mineral water for $15 a bottle. It's very cloudy. The water I wash my feet with is cleaner than that." Luo Min hurriedly said, "The prices in the war zone are like this. I heard that Now in Kuwait City, it is even more expensive, at least tripled. Last time, an Iraqi called us and asked us to deliver 3 takeaways for 20 dollars. Brother Lei wouldn’t let him go. It’s too dangerous. The fighter jets are here Flying in the sky, even a bomb can’t go far.”

Gao Jun didn't hear anything else, but he heard 20 takeaways, 500 US dollars!

Based on the cost of a takeaway of 3~6 US dollars, the maximum is 120 US dollars, which can earn about three times the price!
It was enough to risk one's life.

"Is your business doing well?"

Luo Min laughed dryly, "It's okay, there can be one hundred and eighty people every day."

When Gao Jun heard this, he was a little overwhelmed. The daily turnover exceeded 800 US dollars. According to the RMB exchange rate, it is 4000 yuan, and 12 yuan a month...

This is 1991, earn some money and go back, and have a wife, a house, and a business!
Just when he was about to continue asking, he saw Liu Lei coming out with fried rice and put it on the table, "Mr. Gao, come and try the authentic Yangzhou fried rice."

"Thank you." Gao Jun smiled at him, picked up the chopsticks, picked them up, and put them in his mouth, um... very ordinary!
It's not as delicious as expected, just like usual.

Can you still eat flowers?

However, it was still very attractive to Gao Jun who hadn't eaten domestic food for a long time, so he switched to a spoon and continued to take a few big mouthfuls.

"tasty."

Liu Lei and Luo Min looked at each other and smiled.

"Boss Liu, do you want to expand your business?" Gao Jun pressed the rice balls with a spoon, kissed abruptly, and looked up at the other party.

"What? What do you mean?" Liu Lei asked with a spasm of his right eyelid.

"I want to invest in you."

Gao Jun didn't wait for the other party to finish, and continued, "The war zone is so big, there are many, many mercenaries and warmongers pouring in, and they are fully capable of trying Chinese food."

"This…"

In fact, few people in this era will agree to invest, because they think, if you invest in shares, then this is not my final decision, and this is not my foundation.

I don't know when it was snatched away by you.

But Liu Lei has been abroad for four or five years, and the influence and impact he has received are still relatively large, and to be honest, who wants a broken restaurant?

In Kuwait you just need to bribe the local officials and you can get a shop.

"How to invest?" He asked.

Gao Jun looked around, okay, there is no napkin, "I will invest 2 US dollars for you, I will hold 80% of the shares, open the takeaway service, don't worry about your safety on the road, here in Kuwait, I can help you get the guards, this I will pay the money."

2 is a lot, at least for Liu Lei and the others, it is a lot, and the entire restaurant can be expanded a lot.

"This is the first plan. The second plan is acquisition. I will pay 4 US dollars to buy this store, but you will help me work in Kuwait for at least half a year. How about it? You choose."

Gao Jun glanced at Tonikov, the other party opened the money bag, he took out a few stacks from it, put them on the table, put his hands on his knees, and looked at them quietly.

Both Liu Lei and Luo Min were short of breath and looked at each other.

After about two or three minutes, the former still chose $2, "We accept the investment."

Gao Jun nodded, "A wise choice."

This is just a trial for him. He wants to see how big the market for battlefield catering can be. When he was in San Francisco, he thought about making money from this business.

If he can bring money to himself during the Gulf War, then he can open this "Chinese Dragon" restaurant all over the world in the future. This is a model.

You can try it first.

Gao Jun still likes investing. He doesn't like mergers and acquisitions. Think about it, how strange is it that there is a restaurant under Tinder?Of course, if it is promoted to a group in the future, these will be subsidiaries, provided that it can really make money.

In terms of formal channels, catering is definitely more profitable.

A dime of waste oil, can I sell it for 10 yuan?
dual!

Gao Jun looked down at the fried rice, can I use waste oil?
But after thinking about it, forget it, this is too inhuman.

I am going to win the Nobel Peace Prize in the future.

"You take the money, recruit more people, and expand the space. We mainly do takeaways. Miller, can the Armed Forces of God send a few people here every day?"

Gao Jun turned his head and asked the big man behind him. After thinking for a while, he extended a slap: "Five people."

"Let's try it first, get a pickup truck, and order some special snacks, and send it to the front line to have a look later, so as to promote the brand of China Dragon and occupy the market first."

"I'm going to stay here for two days, Tony, arrange a place for me."

Gao Jun cares most about making money.

Even if the plane overhead often drops bombs.

You can kill my people, but you can't kill my yearning for money. Of course, it's best not to kill me.

"Next time, invite a Guan Gong shrine, hang it up, do business, and have to worship."

Liu Lei and Luo Min were at a loss for a while.

Guan Erye...

Do you have overseas business?
(End of this chapter)