My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 57 There are thousands of good things outside, not as good as your own home.

The next day, early in the morning.

At the entrance of Chinatown, Aunt Ma's breakfast shop.

Gao Jun held fried dough sticks and drank porridge. The only place where he could have such a familiar breakfast in a foreign country was Chinatown.

Of course, ghosts can also be seen.

Nie Zhenbang took out the money and stopped Gao Jun who wanted to pay, "Cousin, how can I let you pay when you come here."

She turned her head and said with a smile, "Aunt Ma, how much is it?"

"A dollar."

Abang put the money on the table, and Aunt Ma looked at Gao Jun who was sitting there, and said in a low voice, "This is your relative?"

"My cousin."

Aunt Ma looked at Gao Jun, "He looks quite rich."

"I don't know about that. The money is here. You are busy." Nie Zhenbang waved his hand, obviously not wanting to say more about this matter.

Looking at their backs, Aunt Ma pouted.

This jealousy and jealousy cannot be hidden.

What is Chinatown?
In fact, a group of "low-level" people from China live together, forming a unique situation. Do you think everyone lives in a small western-style building?Don't be kidding, do you really think that gold is everywhere in foreign countries?

Almost shit everywhere.

Nie Zhenbang walked beside him and couldn't help being curious, "Cousin, how big is your business now?"

"At the beginning, the customers are scattered, all of them are retail investors, all of them are overseas, and I want to find a long-term cooperation."

They are all small people, and they don’t know when they will be wiped out. At least find a warlord, and you can’t load the ships on your own side. Good guy, your side said they surrendered.

Arms dealers are most taboo about stability, but they also most hope that their customers will be stable.

Of course, the premise is that you have money. If you don't have money, you'd better die.

"Where is that canned boss factory?" Gao Jun didn't want to tell his cousin too much, but later this guy really wanted to follow him.

Anyone can die in the next second.

War never picks the dead.

The function of your cross and amulet is to make people recognize that this corpse is you.

"You lead the way, you are the co-pilot."

Nie Zhenbang looked at the two headlights of the Toyota Corolla GT-S flashing, and said enviously, "Cousin, is this your car?"

"Do you like it? If you like it, take it away."

This car is rented, and the deposit is 4000 US dollars. I don’t know how many hands I have. If you like it, you can drive it.

Although Nie Zhenbang thought about it, his reason told him that this "big toy" was too expensive, so he shook his head, "No, no."

Gao Jun didn't force himself, as he got in the car, the back seemed a little crowded, and Umbrella drove towards "Market Street".

...

Market Street in San Francisco is a general term in the mouth of the Chinese.

Many factories are here.

You can see a yellow man with a handsome face, squatting tiredly in a dark corner where the sun can't shine, looking dully at the pedestrians coming and going around.

This kind of coolie rarely sees white people, even if there are, it is the management, and the group of proud "gentlemen" say that the yellow race has taken their jobs. In fact, they would rather be homeless than go to work .

In the bones of a robber...

What kind of good seed can be produced?

"It's inside." Nie Zhenbang is familiar with the road, "My mother used to come here to play mahjong, and I followed her a few times."

At the door of the deepest factory building, there is a signboard: "John's Cannery".

This brand is not young, and it is all degummed.

It was very quiet inside, but there was a dog tied to the door, and the retractable door was closed, so Nie Zhenbang knocked on the door as soon as he went up.

"Who is it!" An impatient voice came, and someone came over. Nie Zhenbang was startled when he saw the person, "Uncle Abin."

The man was wearing a suit and looked very cheap at first glance. He wore a pair of eyes, his eyebrows were raised up, and his whole face looked a little wretched, like a restricted-rated actor-Charlie Cao.

"Abang, it's you, why are you here?" The other party's tone was slightly slow, but his brows were still furrowed.

Nie Zhenbang also felt it, and said directly, "My cousin is here to talk to you about business."

The other party looked over, looked up and down at Gao Jun and the others.

"Hello, Mr. Wu." Gao Jun smiled and held out his hand.

On the way here, I knew that the other party was Wu Guobin.

"Hello, but my factory is about to be transferred, business is not good, and the workers have all left."

When Gao Jun heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Are those devices still there?"

"It's all inside." Wu Guobin pointed to the factory building, suddenly seemed to think of something, looked at him, Gao Jun smiled, "Let me see, if there is no problem with the equipment, I can take over."

Anyway, to produce rotten cans, as long as the equipment is in place, a dog will do.

Wu Guobin hurriedly opened the retractable door, the lying dog got up and barked wildly, and he kicked the opponent in the void, "Roll."

Standing on one side to prevent Gao Jun and the others from being bitten by dogs, he trotted after them after they walked in, "This factory covers an area of ​​more than 600 square meters and has 2 sets of equipment. If the raw materials and employees are sufficient, it can produce in one minute." About 40 cans."

Then one production line does not stop for a day, and there can be 57600 cans, and two cans are close to 11.5.

Good yield.

Gao Jun stood at the door, looked at it, and felt that it was really big, and it was well maintained, and there was no dirt on the ground.

"Business is not doing well recently?" He asked casually.

Wu Guobin sneered, "The price of raw materials has risen, and the canned food market is also saturated. I plan to go back to China."

"Uncle Abin, you want to go back to China?" Nie Zhenbang said in surprise.

"Yeah, all the good things outside are not as good as home. People think that you are doing well outside, but in fact... you have lost your teeth and swallowed them. Only you know the pain. What are you floating outside and not coming back?" Everyone in the family has their own difficulties."

There is no room for shelter in a foreign country.

Gao Jun glanced at his cousin, who lowered his head with a sentimental expression on his face.

Young people, you still don’t have enough exercise, you believe what people say?
"How much do you want to transfer?"

"10 dollars!"

When Gao Jun heard the offer, he looked at Wu Guobin, and Nie Zhenbang also widened his eyes.

"2 US dollars. If you agree, I will give the money. If you don't agree, I will find someone else. I see that you are not the only one in this factory."

What 10 US dollars, dare to shout!
The Kennedy skull buried in your factory is not worth that much money.

Wu Guobin opened his mouth to speak, but Gao Jun made a gesture to leave, so he immediately agreed.

"The raw material suppliers also provide it to us."

"Okay, wait a minute. I'll call the management here and sign a contract." Wu Guobin seemed to be afraid that Gao Jun would go back on his word, and immediately prepared to complete the procedures.

"Cousin, what did you buy this place for? It's useless."

Gao Jun looked around, "It's quite big."

It is good to put weapons here in the future, and it can also be used as a warehouse.

"There is a great demand for canned food in the Soviet Union, and I can also sell it to Afghanistan. People there have no food every day, and canned food is cheap. Since Mr. Wu wants to transfer it, I will take it."

Who said that arms dealers must sell arms?
As long as the frontline army needs it, everything can be sold!

Condoms, lunch boxes, and even body bags can be sold.

Don't think these are not profitable.

In a war zone, everything is valuable, except life.

Think about it, when you are in a low mood during a war, if a copy of the original "Playboy" is delivered to you, can you press the M60 with one hand?
I bought it for 6 dollars, and sold it to you for 160 dollars, which is a little expensive. Do you want the 100 dollars?
Canned stuff...

Delivered to the front line, 100 dollars a can, not expensive, right?
Wholesale price is calculated separately.

Ten minutes later, Wu Guobin brought an old white man over, and both parties signed the contract, and Gao Jun wrote him a check.

"Is this going to work?"

"You go to the bank to exchange, if it doesn't work, just come to me. I'm staying at Abang's house these two days." Gao Jun glanced at him and said.

Wu Guobin nodded and didn't stay any longer. After giving him the key, he left. The dog was still barking at him. After thinking for a while, he took the dog away too.

"Don't you want to have a career? In the future, what do you do here?" Gao Jun handed the key to Nie Zhenbang and said.

Find something for him to do, which can greatly dispel his idea of ​​following him.

"I...I." My cousin was taken aback, and quickly shook his head, "I can't."

"How can young people say no, try it, don't be afraid of failure, the worst is to start all over again, you go to arrange to resume work, get it done within two days, and then work overtime to fix it for me, I will deposit 3 dollars in the account, see Yours."

"Our products here are not sold domestically. Remember, they are not sold domestically. Besides, we only put one carambola, and put more sugar water in the others." Gao Jun also found an excuse for his stinginess.

"People from abroad have a relatively high glucose tolerance, so it's okay to eat more sugar."

Listen.

Is this human?
By the way, insulin can still be sold at that time.

……

　I'm going to hold back a bit later, everyone.Hahahahaha
　　
　
(End of this chapter)