My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 3 Under the trolls, all living beings are equal! (For collection!)
The next day.

The sky is foggy.

The wind wafting from Tijuana also has the smell of "big meat", black dogs who have no money, open their mouths and take a sip, maybe they can be addicted.

Gao Jun, in a neat suit, walked into the company. He was the first, and has always been like this. He sat in the office with a photo in his hand. After being stepped on by Bob yesterday, he tried to wipe it off, but the dirt on it was like Like sticking, there is no way.

but…

The other side wants to get back on their feet, unless God is black.

Ding Ding Deng ~
I heard the sound of rushing running and messy sounds at the door, and four or five people rushed in, with panic on their faces, as if there were some man-eating monsters behind them.

Gao Jun took out a small tape recorder from his briefcase, about the size of a palm, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He knew that the only thing that could cause the deer to panic was the heavy-unit beast.

Sure enough, Director Martha followed.

Poor quality perfume, smelled right at the door.

She must come to find fault, and she likes to "kill chickens to warn monkeys" every day.

And Gao Jun is the chicken that is most easily bullied.

The fat pig looked around, but no one dared to look at each other, and finally fixed on Gao Jun, "Gao."

Everyone else was relieved and glanced at him pitifully.

"What's the matter? Ms. Martha." Gao Jun raised his head and asked indifferently. This casual look made his colleagues feel that he seemed to have changed, and he was different from the previous obedience.

As if being provoked, Martha came over and yelled loudly, "Stand up!" She kicked the chair as she spoke.

"You Chinaman, keep your eyes open, you idiot, you should go back to your country, you're a worthless yellow monkey, you should be thankful, I gave you a job, but you're like an uncivilized Gorilla, you can't handle it at all!"

"I tell you, if you don't bill today, you'll get out of here with me. From here, get out like a dog..."

Gao Jun had had enough, grabbed her by the hair and smashed her hard on the table. The tools on the table fell on the table in a chaotic manner, and the colleagues next to him were stunned.

He picked up the utility knife on the table, put it under Martha's neck, gritted his teeth, "I'm fed up with you fat pig, I really want to kill you, you know?"

Gao Jun leaned over slowly and said into her ear, "Even a black dog doesn't want to fuck you, a white pig, you are disgusting!"

"Hey hey, Gao, don't be impulsive, calm down." A male colleague stood up and said.

Gao Jun hated this kind of hypocritical colleague relationship, and pulled Masha's hair, she looked terrified, her eyes widened, her lips were trembling slightly, "No, no, no."

"I quit!"

Gao Jun tore off the work card, slapped her face, and took out the tape recorder from his pocket, "Please send me my salary for this month, otherwise, the racist remarks here will appear in the New York Times, understand? ? Ms. Martha!"

After speaking, she pushed her hard, and the other party fell heavily to the ground.

Gao Jun raised his head halfway, tidied up his suit, and smirked, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, for disturbing your morning. Goodbye, God bless you."

Grab your bag and tape recorder and leave.

When he walked out the door, the fat pig there came to his senses and screamed. She was really frightened. The Chinese who she always thought was the most "timid" and "easy to bully" jumped up.

She was clamoring to call the police to get the Chinese out of the United States.

But the fierce roar on the mouth, but there is no action at all.

Because in America, racial discrimination is against the law, like a white new recruit at the Detroit Fire Department giving watermelons to co-workers and then… getting fired.

Because black people feel insulted.

In the United States, before being a bitch, the first thing you have to learn is disguise, human rights on the left and world peace on the right.

The "gentlemen" in Congress like it.

……

"Comfortable!"

Gao Jun stood downstairs and raised his head, just in time to see a stubborn sunlight piercing the foggy sky.

I wanted to beat her for a long time.

Don't think he doesn't fight women.

In a happy mood, he walked to the door of the "Lei Weilang Gun Shop". The shop door hadn't opened yet, but Paul was not so diligent.

Gao Jun sat on the small pillar at the door and waited. He happened to see the convenience store on the opposite side open, and went in to buy a pack of camels.

This $5 package is usually reluctant to smoke.

As soon as you put it in your mouth, you will feel the difference.

You say people are alive, so why do they work so hard?Earn money when you have it, spend it when you earn it, worry about not enough savings?
That's because you're not earning enough!
Standing in front of the convenience store, he pulled a match horizontally, lit a cigarette, flicked it a few times, and extinguished the match casually, and saw an old man standing in front of the gun store.

Wearing a black baseball cap and dark blue clothes, he was hunched over, wandering anxiously at the door, maybe his legs and feet were bad, and he was chanting small steps, while he wrapped a stick with a cloth in his hand.

Gao Jun's expression changed, he walked over, and said hello, "Hi, sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"No, no, thank you." The old man turned his head and looked at him.

"I know Paul very well, do you need any help from him?" Gao Jun pointed to the gun shop, glanced at his watch, and crossed his hips, "It should take another hour for him to get up, you know, he The sun at home always rises later than others."

The humorous cold joke didn't make the old man laugh. Instead, the old face was wrinkled together, muttering, and his expression became more anxious.

"You can tell me, I'd be happy to help you." Gao Jun wasn't really so enthusiastic, but a vague intuition that always made him feel that he could make a lot of money from the old man.

The old man hesitated, tore off the long cloth, revealing a shotgun inside, and this style was very familiar.

“型号：雷明顿M870式霰弹枪（1968年民用版）、口径：12号、装弹：7发、生产商：雷明顿公司，成本价：56美金，进价：134美金，建议销售价：433美金，实时价格波动：1、蒂华纳511美金、2、埃卡提佩478美金、3、瓜达拉哈拉476美金…”

"Used weapon product estimate: $117!"

"Mild damage to 2 places, covered with cracks below."

"It is recommended to start."

TMD.

Sprayer!

And it is the powerful Remington. Who knows, it has the biggest mouth and is famous in the world.

Whether it is military police or civilian, it is the first.

"I want to sell this gun to Paul." The old man said, touching the shotgun. "My granddaughter is having a birthday, but I have no money..."

Tears came down he said.

"I can only sell it. It has been lost for more than 20 years. I am very reluctant to bear it, but I love my granddaughter more."

Gao Jun sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him, but his mind began to revolve rapidly, the system gave a second-hand assessment, can he eat it, and then... resell it?
"But Paul will take a long time..."

Gao Jun shook his head, "Well, I'll take it, I'm friends with him, it's the same for you to sell to anyone, isn't it?"

The old man looked him up and down, "How much can you give?"

Gao Jun stretched out his palm, "50 dollars!"

The system said that if you give $117, does it really shout at this price?This old man is telling a story at first glance, your granddaughter's birthday?Even if your wife is going to have a son, don't even think about earning a penny from me today.

Gao Jun can tell hundreds of such stories.

He could even say that the Indian guy next door insulted his dog. He had to see a doctor for the dog, and he needed to sell insurance hard to treat the small animals.

Stop it…

The greatest sincerity among people is that I see you as a scumbag.

The old man almost didn't mention it in one breath, $50?

But then Gao Jun asked before he could speak, "Do you have any procedures for this shotgun? The police station needs to approve the transfer."

As he spoke, he looked at the old man's expression. The latter's facial expression was stiff, and Gao Jun suddenly knew what to do. He lowered his head and frowned, "You make me very embarrassed..."

"However, I also have a grandfather like you. He is also very good to me. I see his shadow in you. For $55, I want this gun."

Gao Jun took out a 50 dollar bill from his pocket. The picture of Ulysses Simpson Grant on it looked like an idiot. He rummaged through his briefcase, found 5 steel shovels inside, and handed it to him. past.

The old man was stunned.

Is this Chinese so "sniffing"?

He clenched the shotgun tightly and shook his head, "No, this price is no good, at least $200."

Gao Jun spread his hands with a look of helplessness, "I'm sorry, this is beyond my heart, I wish you a good price, he should be here soon." He glanced at his watch and said.

The old man was not so patient.

He looked anxious.

"$180!"

"$55!" Gao Jun still smiled.

"A dollar."

"A dollar."

...

The two of you come and go, Gao Jun is killed for 55 dollars, and he doesn't move at all. There are too many Remington shotguns, and each model is different. Like the old version of 12 caliber, at least 20 years+, it will be produced. more than 400 million.

There are tens of millions of other messy models.

Of course, if the gun is very new, then more than 400 dollars is absolutely necessary, and the gun is not wine, the older it is, the more mellow it will be.

The system also bid 117 dollars, which is a melon.

Normal people know that the price is cut in half.

The old man was so thirsty that he was entangled in him, and finally his energy was gone, "Give you, give you!"

Gao Jun smiled and gave him the money, took the gun, "Happy birthday to your granddaughter."

The old man didn't look very happy.

Gao Jun is very cool, is this an arms trade?

It seems that it is no different from selling insurance, or even a vegetable market.

He felt that the process was very exciting, but in the end, it was boring.

but…

He seemed to like the taste.

He definitely earned this gun.

If the lower cover is cracked, just replace it. It doesn’t cost a lot of money. It will cause the warhead to move unstable a little, and it will drift or even roll during flight, and the final result is to deviate from the target.

You don't understand.

It's called casual shooting.

However, the nozzle is stable and unstable, as long as it goes out, there are two paths, either death or disability.

With the sprayer in hand, is it rushing to the Americas?

　ps: Ask for a monthly pass!Please collect it, I hope everyone will support it. This is a new book in the arms dealer series. There will be no immortals, aliens, etc., so you can eat it with confidence.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)