My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 5 Mr. He drank too much in the toilet.

June night.

San Diego's climate is still very mild.

The lady standing on the road, dressed very coolly, leaned against the street lamp, greeting the passers-by.

Look, those black dogs seemed to be unable to resist taking off their pants.

Maybe they just came from Africa and have not yet transformed into the civilized world, maybe they thought they could have sex in public like wild dogs.

Gao Jun took a second look, and Paul seemed to be joking.

"If you really want to have fun, don't look for them."

He glanced at the neatly dressed ladies standing on the street, and whispered, "You don't like HIV on them."

Gao Jun smiled, "I have a mental cleanliness."

This is a joke.

"When you make money, you can even find Hollywood stars. For U.S. dollars, they are the most primitive tools for venting. Of course, if you have special hobbies, I can find them for you..."

"No, no, no, I don't want to go to the sewer, and it's still full of shit!"

Paul laughed and cursed, pointed to a bar and said, "Here we are."

"Dog of God (God's dog)?" Gao Jun looked up at the signboard, "It's a strange name."

"This is a bar opened by an Italian. Go in later and don't be surprised if you see anything."

This... Do you think you are a country turtle?

The two walked into the bar, and a blast of music hit the surface. Gao Jun saw the white girl twisting her waist on the stage at the first sight, and his eyes popped out.

"Damn it, what a big ass!"

Under the undressing stage, there are all screaming men with red eyes, roaring loudly, but as long as there are salty hands touching, someone will come out to stop it.

When Gao Jun left, he couldn't help but look back.

Damn, I watched two-thirds of it without spending money, it's worth it!

Paul walked to the bar, tapped his fist with his right hand, and asked the bartender inside, "Where's Mr. Edward?"

The bartender was cleaning a goblet and pointed to a corner of the bar.

"Thank you, give me two whiskeys and some ice."

Paul turned around and said in a low voice, "Edward holds a smuggling route from San Diego to Tijuana. He can get the goods we need. Don't conflict with him."

"Is he our upline?" Gao Jun asked slightly.

"He has a hand in the gray industry in San Diego, and he has a relationship with a certain group in Mexico."

Gao Jun was a little confused, "Then why didn't Tomanby and the others come to him and buy it directly?"

"The price is different. I am a long-term partner, and Edward doesn't like short-term cooperation."

Gao Jun nodded half understanding.

Follow behind Paul and walk to the booth pointed by the bartender.

A man in a blue suit was leaning on the sofa with his legs crossed. His hair was neatly combed and his eyes were deep. smile.

This…

San Diego underground gangster?

Those who didn't know thought it was a tough Hollywood actor.

"Mr. Edward." Paul stood two meters away and raised his hands respectfully in greeting.

"Hey, Paul, it's nice to meet you." Edward raised his head in greeting, hooked his hands, and signaled him to come in and sit down.

And the person who was talking to him also turned his head, and Gao Jun saw that Paul's expression became ugly.

"Malik?"

It was a fat middle-aged man with glasses, and the flesh on his face trembled when he spoke, "Paul, don't you want to call me uncle?"

"You know each other?" Edward frowned.

"I'm best friends with his father, right?" Malik teased.

Gao Jun felt that the anger on Paul was soaring.

"Is this an Asian? Your friend? Or your employee? You have to be smarter and don't be fooled by others. Otherwise, I can't explain to your parents."

"He's my friend!" Paul hummed.

"Asian...friend?" Malik smiled and shook his head.

Edward glanced at Gao Jun, and then looked away. A minion is not worth asking. He flicked the goblet and made a crisp sound, and Malik shut his mouth obediently.

"Paul, you came just in time. Malik wants to come to San Diego to start a weapons business, and wants to follow me, but you know, I have a few shares every month..." Edward said.

"You give him [-]% of the share, and I'll let others pay for the rest."

Paul suddenly became anxious, "Sir, how much is [-]%?"

There are too many gun shops in the United States, and many people are willing to go to the franchise stores of big companies to buy them. Like "Leiweilang", there are few customers, and most of the income is actually earned from the gray area.

Otherwise, how to support the luxurious life of him and his girlfriend?

Thirty percent?

Losing at least tens of thousands of dollars every month!

Even if you get a big order yourself in the future, you will get a bite from others.

Edward patiently explained, "Last month, your performance was not very good."

"Paul, if you take less than [-]% of the goods, you won't be under so much pressure. I'm here to help you." Malik smiled like a chrysanthemum, very proud.

"Sir, I promise to buy more goods this month. I'm here to place an order today. I need 6 TEC-9 submachine guns." Paul said anxiously.

Gao Jun saw that when he finished speaking, Malik grinned mockingly, and Edward shook his head slightly.

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom." Malik got up, mainly because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold back.

How does Edward make money?
There is not much money for him to make as there are few goods coming in from the offline line. Obviously, Malik has negotiated a certain profit share with him. Otherwise, he will directly ask Paul for [-]% of the share?
Interests are what these bigwigs consider.

An order for 6 TEC-9 submachine guns?

Selling niggers makes more money than that.

Paul still wanted to fight with Edward, but Gao Jun got up slowly, smiled apologetically at the latter, and ran towards the bathroom.

Walking into the men's room, I saw Malik trembling, seeing him come in, looking at him with disdain in his eyes.

Gao Jun also filled the water and exhaled. When he walked to the sink to wash his hands, Malik asked next to him, "How much did Paul pay you? How about you come and work for me?"

He raised his head, and saw the ugly face of the other party reflected in the glass, and he straightened his hair with wet hands, "I'm coming to San Diego, and I need a servant, what do you think?"

"No thanks."

"Paul was not a business man, he was always naive, just like his father."

"Mr. Malik, actually, there is no need to do this. I see that you are very familiar with Paul. Why can't you take a step back?"

Malik smiled wildly, "Take a step back? Hahahaha, the Leweilang gun store is mine! I will take back what belongs to me. When the time comes, you and him will have to get out!"

"Your mouth is too stinky." Gao Jun frowned, took a step back, and shook his head, "We Chinese have a saying called..."

Enemies should be solved, should they say this in English?

He turned over all the vocabulary in his head, but still couldn't find a description.

"You mean, it's impossible to give in?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

Malik stared.

Before I finished speaking, my head hit the glass heavily, bang~
Cracked spider web shape.

Blood dripped from Malik's forehead, and he cried out in pain. Gao Jun pulled his collar and dragged him to the bathroom. The main reason was that the other party was not tall, only about 165, while Gao Jun was at least 175+, a difference of ten What about centimeters.

In the innermost squatting position, close the door.

Pressing Malik's head hard into the toilet, Gao Jun's face was grim at this time, "I messed with you? Yin and Yang are weird! Tell you to take a step back, you don't give me face, what are you going to do? Cut off my money?"

Malik struggled, his head was grabbed by Gao Jun, and he slammed towards the wall, the wall was covered with blood, he raised his foot and kicked hard at his head, still not relieved!

After the other party had no strength to parry, he stepped on it several times.

"Whoo~"

Tired, standing to catch my breath.

It's great to see Malik who is like a dead dog!

I just joined the job, you want to cut off my business?
I have no place to eat, do you support me?
Gao Jun didn't realize that he seemed to be getting more and more violent.

Walking out of the bathroom, a few women came out of the women's bathroom opposite. Seeing the blood on his body, their faces turned pale with fright, and they ran away in a hurry.

Turn on the tap and wash the blood off your hands.

Blood stains washed down the sewer.

After tidying up the clothes, he took out a piece of paper and walked back to the booth while wiping.

Even standing two or three meters away, you can see the impatience on Edward's face.

"I promise you, the share will be allocated to you first in the future."

Just as Paul was about to speak, he heard a sentence interrupted from the side.

"Mr. Edward, I think you can give us all of Malik's share in the future, and we can eat it." Gao Jun walked over with a smile.

Edward raised his head and glanced at him, Gao Jun just stood there, a little condescending.

"I saw Malik slipped in the toilet just now. I think he was seriously injured and he shouldn't be able to work for you."

Edward's face changed, and he glanced at the bodyguard behind him. The latter nodded, rushed into the bathroom, came back after a while, and whispered something in his ear.

Edward sat up straight in an instant, frowning.

"You hit him!"

"No, he fell by himself." Gao Jun grinned, seeing the other party's dissatisfaction growing, he immediately acted first, "What Malik can give you, we can also give."

"He promised me to buy $15 in goods from me a month!"

Paul's expression changed.

"We only buy goods worth 20 US dollars, and the share originally assigned to Malik must belong to us."

"High..." Paul said anxiously.

"Mr. Edward, you are a businessman, and so am I. In business, the most important thing is profit, isn't it? If we are better than him, why don't you come to us?" Gao Jun patted Paul on the shoulder, signaling him to be quiet.

Edward's face was gloomy, leaning on the sofa, silent for a while, "If you lie to me, I will throw you into the Atlantic Ocean."

"Of course!"

"However, you beat my guest, which embarrasses me."

"Sir, Malik fell by himself!" Gao Jun emphasized.

Edward looked at him deeply, waved his hands, "Go away."

When Gao Jun dragged Paul away, his gaze was still on the former's back.

"Take Malik to the hospital, don't let him die here."

"it is good."

The bodyguard responded.

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(End of this chapter)