My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 158 Really Childish!

When De Gaulle heard the friendship beyond the international, his expression suddenly became richer, and he looked Gao Jun up and down, his eyes made Boss Gao shrink back immediately.

The French are notorious for eating all kinds of men, women and children.

"Uh, what I mean is that our friendship cannot be compromised by politics. If your performance in Dakar can satisfy the people in China, maybe you can go a step further?"

De Gaulle rubbed his right hand and looked at him, "What do you want?"

Politicians have understood from the very beginning that anything can be exchanged, and when you get it, it also means that you have to pay. What may fall from the sky may not be pies, but bricks.

"I just want your friendship."

De Gaulle laughed, his jaws were trembling, and then he sat up straight with difficulty, his laughter was a bit like a duck.

"Cough cough cough..."

I couldn't help coughing, I didn't look like a gentleman at all, "A living person in this world, money, power, man, woman, lust or love and affection, there is always one of his weaknesses, But it can't be friendship, in society, if you talk about it, you will be punished very severely."

"Let's get a little more practical."

De Gaulle's smile slowly shrunk, the knife-like wrinkles on his cheeks bore deep marks, his eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked deeply at Gao Jun and said, "Sometimes, it's easier to live in lies and reality. "

Once you get used to the shackles, you will actively stretch out your limbs!
Gao Jun opened his suit, took out a check from his inner pocket, and threw it in front of de Gaulle. When the other party looked over, he pointed, "You can fill in whatever you want, as long as my business is not in Senegal or West Africa. any hindrance."

"However, may I venture to ask, are the French still in charge here?"

De Gaulle looked at the check and raised his head with a smile when he heard the question, "Of course, when God comes to West Africa, he must show his passport to the French. Otherwise, he will be illegally smuggling and we will send him back."

send it back?
The black ghosts in Paris are about to drive out the white people. At that time, the white people's ancestral home is in Africa, and the black teacher will show a skeleton to the black classmates in a church full of black people: this is the skeleton of a pure-bred white person who has disappeared.

That would be really funny.

Napoleon has to overturn the coffin board!

Of course, this has nothing to do with Gao Jun, as long as the dollar is not as cheap as the blacks.

"What you said is true?" De Gaulle said suddenly.

Boss Gao was taken aback, but when he saw his eyes looking at the check, he understood, smiled and nodded, "Of course."

"A wise man always seizes opportunities and turns promises into tangible benefits!" De Gaulle happily picked up the check, filled it with money, and handed it to him, "What do you think?"

Gao Jun glanced, his eyelids trembled, his face became a little stiff, and he forcefully forced a smile, "No... no problem."

...

Coming out of the French embassy in West Africa.

Gao Jun took a deep breath and gritted his teeth at Tonikov who was next to him, "Damn it, I knew that apart from places like hospitals, only government departments ask for more money!"

"They're trying to get the money out of your pocket. You can't pray that they have a conscience. What you should care about is whether you can walk out in these underwear, twenty thousand dollars! This bastard..."

Looking at the crazy boss, Tonikov glanced.

Boss... seems to be heartbroken?

"Gentleman, gentleman..." Gao Jun tried to calm himself down, and looked at Tony with a smile, "I think we can go have a drink, and tell Scottis at the airport that the confinement has been lifted, and it cost me [-] dollars. "You don't need to say the second half of the sentence.

But he was really heartbroken.

If I had known that I would not pretend to be 13, I really wanted to slap myself and tell you to be a fool, and I even gave the check to others for the other party to fill in. Do you think that your family prints money, what if the other party fills in a very expensive price?
Is it regrettable or regrettable?
"Go! Go to the airport!" Gao Jun waved.

……

San Francisco, Tinder Inc.

beng!

The door of the office was closed heavily, and Banickles who passed by was startled. He looked at Victor Bout, who was in front of the computer, typing something with his two-finger Zen, and muttering in his mouth.

"What happened again?" Barnicles whispered.

"I think Mr. Umbrella wants to blow Taylor's head off." Victor picked up the coffee next to him, sipped and said, "Isn't this very common? They often quarrel."

Barnicles nodded upon hearing this.

Tinder Company is not as harmonious as Boss Gao imagined.

Some of them are people of different nationalities, and there are conflicts. Secondly, their own ideals and beliefs are different. In addition, they have different ideas at work, which inevitably leads to some friction.

Of course, it's just a verbal conflict at the moment, not a physical one!

Everyone else in the company has been numb from the panic at the beginning, and it is impossible to fight anyway.

At this moment in the room, Umbrella stood angrily across the table, looking at Taylor, "What are you doing, Ruen told me, you are making trouble for him."

Taylor who was sitting behind the desk flashed his eyes and looked at him calmly, "I just asked him to hand over the factory's data to me, which meets the requirements."

Umbrella stared at him, "The boss doesn't have this request!"

"But now I'm in charge."

"Do you know how much the factory in Afghanistan produces every day? Do you know how much profit that factory can bring to the company every day? Or, can you guarantee that Ruen did not leave any wealth that belongs to the company?"

"I can guarantee it!" Umbrella said firmly, Taylor looked at him, and the eyes of the two exploded in mid-air, but then, the latter laughed, and he shook his head, "You are really naive Yes, Umbrella."

With this sentence, the other party who was almost angry wanted to fuck him!
"No one can say that I can stand firm in front of money, can you? You can't! I can't, and neither can God." Taylor shook his head, and said without waiting for the other party to refute, "If Ruen has no problem, then he can I won’t ask you to put pressure on me, now, I’m even more skeptical, I won’t allow someone to eat up the future of Tinder Company, you know, anyone can leave this company, only the boss is the soul.”

"He is my comrade-in-arms, I trust him." Umbrella said through gritted teeth.

"I believe in people's hearts more."

Taylor said it straight.

Umbrella stared at him, neither of them spoke. In the end, he spoke first, "I'm waiting for your apology." After speaking, he walked out.

Looking at his back, Taylor sighed softly.

How childish!

(End of this chapter)