My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 123 Pickup truck business!
Have you ever noticed that any successful person has a sharp tongue, and they can make people believe their nonsense.

Because they are very provocative, like a thorn, they can release the devil in the heart.

Of course, these people are always gifted in some way.

For example, Bush can clearly remember every staff member in the White House. Of course, he remembers beautiful women even more clearly.

"You mean to prepare me to overthrow the man who sits on the throne in due course?" Rabe said abruptly.

"No no no..."

Gao Jun shook his head with a smile, "This is not a place in Africa where a coup is easier than drinking water." He waved his arms as he spoke, "What you want is to make the life of the Bedouins better, you need More social status, buddy, it’s easier for rich people to make money than prostitutes, and it’s harder for poor people to make money than men to have children, what do you think?”

rebel?

Don't you know how many catties you own?
Just put these little arms and legs on the chopping board, and you can't scrape a few pieces of meat. Even if the Saudi soldiers' combat effectiveness is poor, it should be enough to beat small arms dealers and wild boys in the desert.

A trace of disappointment flashed across Rabe's face?

The corner of Gao Jun's mouth twitched slightly, the French are not as confident as you!

"Can you handle it?" He asked again, a little worried.

The other party hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "I understand, when the time comes, I will find a target in Kuwait to launch an attack and try to get a stepping stone. I need more weapons! Yuri, better and more violently."

"Has the armed pickup been refitted last time?" Gao Jun raised his head and asked. Rabe looked blank, and he looked at Tony and Scotis, who was picking his nostrils. He was startled, and then nodded quickly, " nailed it."

"In the garage."

"Is it far from here?" Gao Jun asked back.

"It's only about [-] kilometers." Scotis looked at Rabe with some doubts, and the latter nodded as well.

"Then let's go, let's go and have a look." Gao Jun became interested. He wanted to see how the pickup looked like after the modification, so he stood up and said with a slight nod.

The boss was going, and the others naturally had to follow. Rabe drank the coffee in front of him and frowned. Why is it so bitter?
A group of people walked out of the hotel, got into the car, and headed towards the destination. It took at least ten or twenty minutes to walk for two kilometers. If you can take a car, try not to walk!
It is said that the auto repair shop is actually a facade room, with the door closed and closed for business. Scottis went up and knocked on the door, only to hear footsteps coming from inside, and the shutter door was pulled open from the inside.

Gao Jun saw a Soviet dude wearing a blue overalls covered with dirt, and the other party was holding a bottle in his left hand... Erguotou?

When he saw a few people standing at the door, he hurriedly put his hands away and smiled awkwardly, "Boss..."

Damn it, sure enough the Soviets couldn't live without wine, and when they died, when the body was dissected, there was a small amount of blood in the wine.

"Leonid, drink less." Gao Jun frowned, and casually mentioned it, but didn't say much, and walked inside, "Take me to see how the modified pickup is doing."

Hearing Gao Jun accurately say his name, the other party was startled, shivered back to his senses, and led the way nervously. When he turned back, he bumped into the table, grinning his teeth in pain, clutching his insides, and limping.

The air in the repair shop has a strong smell of engine oil.

"Inside..." Leonid pointed, his voice trembling, it hurts!

The sound of someone talking could be heard inside, and when they walked in, it suddenly dawned on them that there was a huge modification room, and there was a...pickup truck inside?

Gao Jun blinked.

I saw that this pickup truck has been completely remodeled, it is a giant that cannot be described by origin!
"Boom, boom, boom!" Leonid knocked on the hood, and a man got out from under the car, his face was stained with oil, and when he saw Gao Jun, he shouted hurriedly.

"This...is an armed pickup?"

Leonid nodded bravely, "Boss, we have made a little modification and installed solid tires on him, which can protect bullets to a certain extent, and the solid mesh armor can prevent the attack from all directions." For the rushing RPG, we installed an NSV heavy machine gun at the back, and a device underneath that can swing in all directions, and we also replaced it with a diesel engine, which can make it more powerful!"

"If the budget is right, we think it should be equipped with bulletproof glass..." said a Soviet guy nearby.

"No, no, no, bulletproof glass is useless at all. On the battlefield, you don't face a bullet and a shuttle of bullets. No matter how good your bulletproof glass is, it will be turned into slag. I think it should be heavier. In this way, even if it encounters a landmine, it can maintain a certain degree of stability!" Someone retorted.

Gao Jun liked the atmosphere.

Development can only be ushered in through discussion.

"Gentlemen, I would like to ask, how much did the modification of this car cost?" He paid more attention to this.

He intends to start the pickup truck modification business in Africa. Firstly, it must be cheap, and secondly, it must be durable!

"More than [-] US dollars..." Leonid said awkwardly, and Gao Jun frowned, "It's a bit expensive." He glanced at Rabe beside him.

"really."

"There's no need for a tire like this," Rabe said, kicking the tire. "In the desert, it's going to sink in."

"It's not necessary in Africa. With the tire money, maybe those warlords can recruit dozens of people to join the army." Boris also expressed his opinion beside him.

"On the battlefield, isn't it important that people don't have to be equipped?" Someone retorted.

"Not in Africa, black people and a dog, maybe the latter is more valuable."

Boris' resolute words left those temporary modifiers speechless for a while.

At this time, Gao Jun stood up, "Of course, your idea is very good, but at the next armed pickup exhibition, maybe I can find some rich buyers, but what I need now is a light, fast truck. Sexual mobility and heavy firepower, for these three points, the weapons will be fully sponsored, and the cost of other equipment should be less than [-] US dollars!"

"is it okay?"

Leonid had to look at the others, and everyone looked at each other.

"If you don't need these, it's enough." Finally, he said.

"About refitting one, how long will it take?"

"2~3 hours."

Gao Jun nodded in satisfaction, "From now on, you are not the pilots of Pinder Aviation, but the modification team of the company's logistics department. Of course, you can also choose a crazy name. Leonie should be the team leader. Modify a pickup truck, the team rewards 200 US dollars, and the salary remains the same!"

Leonid and the others' eyes lit up.

200 US dollars, 40 people are divided into 4 US dollars each, if you remodel 160 cars a day, it is 6000 US dollars, and the monthly salary directly exceeds [-] US dollars!

Gao Jun likes the way their eyes shine.

A car of my own can be sold for at least 3 US dollars, depending on what weapons are on it, but Taylor and the others have to contact European and domestic pickup truck companies to see which one is cheaper.

It should not be too cheap in the country, first of all, it is the production problem, and second, it has to pay taxes!
"Let's call it the Tsar!" Leonid and several people actually negotiated a name, and said excitedly, "Boss, from now on we will be called the Tsar!"

Are you going to set yourself on fire?

Although Gao Jun complained in his heart, he still had to say on his face that their ideas were good, and patted his shoulders, telling them to continue their efforts.

"In the future, maybe I can set up a production line for you."

……

San Francisco. Tinder Co.

9 o'clock in the morning.

Nie Zhenbang, who was eating fried dough sticks and carrying a bag, hurried in to open it. He was relieved when he heard the sound of beeping.

"Hey buddy, you were almost late today?" Taylor's voice came from behind, a little surprised.

In the past, Abang was the first to join the company!
"Did something happen?"

"Damn it, I met a French bum, and he asked me to give him 50 dollars, or else, he'll beat me up!" Nie Zhenbang looked like a ghost.

"French bum?"

"I saw him put his hand up, he's got a healthy sun tan on his underarms!"

Taylor was taken aback for a moment, and immediately understood what he meant, and almost laughed out loud.

"And you beat him?"

"Of course not, I'm a gentleman." Nie Zhenbang straightened his tie, "I asked someone to beat him up!"

Taylor grinned and shook his head.

Who among the gangsters in San Francisco doesn't know that Tinder Company is run by Mr. Gao, who dares to come here?

Even if a black man came to collect protection money, he would be dragged away and beaten.

"Ruan Qiming called again to remind him. I have already contacted Estonia and I can get some goods, but the quantity is a bit short of his request." Nie Zhenbang said. "He asked when on earth we would have news."

"The warehouse in Estonia is almost emptied! The boss's 1600 RPGs are still assembled. They should not be assembled in the short term. The rifle can find a way. You ask him if he wants it. The Ruen in Afghanistan is currently producing monthly. There are 600 of them, and there are about 2000 in the warehouse, if he is in a hurry, he can exchange them from there."

Nie Zhenbang has been curious about his company's branch in Afghanistan for a long time. He mainly heard about it many times. He opened his eyes wide. "Our assembly line doesn't seem to be very efficient?"

Taylor was quiet for a while, "It's purely handmade, you know, that place is not safe, it would be nice to have a place to assemble accessories, when the time comes, I have the opportunity to take you to have a look."

"Well, I want to study too."

Seeing Nie Zhenbang's yearning look, Taylor's mouth twitched for a while, and his "truth" was still suppressed, giving this guy a sense of expectation.

Ruen...

The boss specially added a monthly subsidy of 600 US dollars to him.

After staying in a remote area for a long time, I always feel that there is something wrong with me, or something wrong with the world.

"Taylor, I have your call." Victor said as he came out of the office while stirring his coffee, and greeted Nie Zhenbang along the way.

"You talk, I'll go and have a look." Taylor ran into the office, picked up the phone, heard the voice on the other side, and said with a smile, "Hey, buddy, is there any good news?"

"I've helped you understand, Taylor. There is a place where the situation is very complicated, but it's also very chaotic. The daily consumption of bullets in that place is more than 15 rounds!"

Miller's eyes lit up, "Where?"

"..."

　ps: Twelve thousand tomorrow! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)