My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 4 Newcomers have their first time. (for collection)
Paul held the steering wheel and yawned.

As soon as his eyes were hooked, he saw a familiar figure standing at the door of the gun shop.

what are you doing?
It's like shoving a finger into the barrel of a gun and stabbing it hard.

He parked in the white line on the side of the road, pulled the key out of the car, and yelled, "Hey man, are you acting?"

As soon as Gao Jun saw him, he laughed and shook his head, "Uh... I remember that you can feel the aging of the rifling?"

"That requires professional tools. If your finger gets stuck in it, I think the doctors in the community hospital will be very curious." Paul also raised his eyebrows and lowered his voice, "I heard that there is a black man in San Francisco. Wanted to try the muzzle, then he tried to shove himself into the barrel, and it went off."

"My God, does that still work?"

"In the next life, you should be able to pay attention."

Gao Jun looked in disbelief, looked down at the barrel of the gun, and gestured, "Is the barrel of this gun that big?"

"Cough, he customized it. In the United States, as long as you have money, you can even change the artillery into your favorite anime character." Paul smiled and pushed the shutter hard, and Gao Jun also helped.

Walking into the house, the first thing Paul did was to open the window first to get some air. After he was done, he opened his mouth to ask and raised his chin slightly.

"Where did this gun come from?"

Gao Jun handed the gun over, "I saw an old man waiting for you at the door just now. He looked anxious, so I bought it first."

"You must be talking about old Chelsea."

Paul was stunned, he knew who Gao Jun was when he said it, and looked at him strangely, "Didn't he tell you a story?"

"You know all this?"

"Of course, he has come to me many times, and each time is a different story. I have seen this gun before. He wanted to sell it to me before, but I thought it was not good, so I refused. How much did you buy? money?"

"$55!"

Paul was startled, his expression finally showing surprise, "So cheap?"

"He asked for $200, but I don't think the gun is worth that much, and I found the barrel and the lower cover were damaged. If not, let him rot in my hands."

"You're a genius." Paul also praised, "You picked up a bargain. This gun was redecorated and sold for more than 100 dollars. You made a profit."

100% profit!
Gao Jun made no secret of his joy, "Then will you accept it?"

"This gun has no serial number, and the procedures are not complete. The gun shop cannot sell it." Paul shook his head and said.

Before Gao Jun was disappointed, he said again, "However, there are other ways."

"We can sell to societies."

"They like this kind of unnumbered guns, and the price can be more profitable. If you want, I can help you."

Does this guy have a grey channel?
Think about it too.

Out-of-the-box businesses are the least profitable to do.

Of course Gao Jun would not refuse.

He's not a Virgin, what's wrong with selling it to the society?
The most important thing is that you can get real money.

Paul put Remington on the gun cabinet, picked up the landline and made a call, poured a glass of water and walked back to the front desk, "Aren't you at work today?"

Gao Jun talked about the resignation of his fat pig, Dabiedou, and looked at the other party, "I want to sell guns to you."

"Of course, I lack an employee here. You Chinese are the best in math. I found a black man last time, and he made me lose more than 100. Damn, I almost wanted to shoot him in the head!"

Paul was very surprised and gave him a big hug, "I give you $600 a month, 6 hours of working hours, usually very empty, of course, you also have to introduce the performance of weapons to customers, I can give you a commission, you how do you feel?"

Gao Jun was naturally not dissatisfied.

In fact, he doesn't know anything about arms sales. He just thinks that the business makes money, and he still has a lot to learn from Paul.

You need someone to lead this way.

If you plunge into an industry that you are not familiar with, you can't get victory, only different ways of dying.

"Here are the product brochures of Colt, Remington, and Smith & Wesson. Our gun shop mainly sells their goods. Take a closer look and ask me if you don't understand." Paul gave him three A very thick book.

In fact, Gao Jun has a system that can be identified at a glance.

But you have to put it on.

Even when God first showed miracles, he was regarded as a monster. If he memorized all the firearms at once, there must be something wrong.

Nothing in the morning, very empty.

Gao Jun was nibbling on the book.

And when I went to work in the afternoon, I saw a black man with dreadlocks hurried in, with a copper ring hanging from his nose.

"welcome…"

"Boss Tommenby asked me to get the gun, a Remington M870 shotgun, is Paul not here?"

"He went out, but he told me to wait a moment." Gao Jun said hurriedly, took down the Remington hanging on the wall behind and put it on the glass cabinet.

"That's it."

The black man nodded, and when he took out the money, he saw a pack of white noodles fell to the ground. He bent over to pick it up, just in time to see Gao Jun's gaze, and politely handed it over, "Want some? Tijuana's latest product, It's very pure and only $16."

TMD, how many grams is this pack?

Gao Jun waved his hand, he didn't want to be contaminated with this thing.

"Paul said $150, that's the money, and you told him, we want 6 TEC-9 submachine guns, tomorrow, let him get it for me, and the maximum 50-round magazine, don't let Tommenby boss down ."

The black man supported the cabinet and placed the order directly face to face.

Gao Jun is rather confused. His memory is very good. He doesn't remember that the gun shop has TEC-9. Besides, wasn't that thing banned by the US government?
After the Cleveland incident, the TEC-9 was boycotted by the authorities.

But his performance is really good, simple and reliable, short and powerful, and a gangster weapon. He is a notorious "group pet".

However, since the other party dared to ask such a question, Paul must be doing this business, and the cooperative relationship is very stable.

Watching the other party leave, Gao Jun looked at the dollars on the glass case.

First time selling a gun...

As if it really was what Paul said, it was over soon.

Damn, shouldn't all the fights in the movie be very thrilling?
When Paul came back, he saw Gao Jun sitting very Buddhist and said hello, "Gao, did you take the gun?"

"Yeah, and more than we thought. $150."

"This is yours." Gao Jun handed over $50.

Paul didn't take it, he said with a smile, "Man, you have to understand that the price of weapons is never dead. In fact, you can fluctuate more. If you ask for $200, maybe those people will also want it."

"The gangster's favorite is this kind of ghost gun without formalities. Do you know how many bullets San Diego consumes every night? 1.2 rounds, gun battles break out anytime, anywhere, and even more than 5 rounds in Tijuana, [-] kilometers away. "

"You can sell a Glock for $500 as long as you find the customer accurately, but of course, you have to find such a customer."

"They don't lack the $50, but with weapons, they can get more benefits, don't they?"

Gao Jun was hit by one point.

The relationship between buyers and sellers has always been mutual. If you think my price is too expensive, just don’t buy it. Some people buy it.

Weapons, but hard currency, can bring benefits far beyond their own value.

Insurance, only the poor buy it!
Katyusha in the left hand, Bobosha in the right, drinking vodka, New York is my home!
"By the way, he wants you to prepare 6 TEC-9 submachine guns for him, and get them tomorrow."

Paul made an OK gesture and walked to the bathroom. When he reached the door, he stopped abruptly and turned around to ask.

"do you have time at night?"

Gao Jun nodded, "What's wrong?"

"I'll take you to see the real San Diego, it's great, you'll absolutely love it there."

Gao Jun was confused.

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　ps: Newcomers always have to be brought into the industry, and those who are familiar with me know that the protagonist will have to stand on his own sooner or later.A little spoiler, someone has to sacrifice to heaven.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)