My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 6 Bottom line? (already edited)
Coming out of the bar, Paul yelled, "My God, Gao, we are definitely going to be sunk into the Atlantic Ocean, $20 a month, do you think we are doing business in San Diego?"

Gao Jun didn't speak in a hurry, and handed him a cigarette with his backhand.

Standing at the corner of the street, the match slipped lightly, tilted his head, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled a smoke ring, surpassing the gods.

"Paul, you have to be aggressive in doing business, don't you see? You were almost eliminated by Edward."

"But doing business is not courting death, $20, do you know how many Glocks are equal?" Paul took out a small calculator from his pocket and pressed it, "400 dollars each, 500..."

Gah!
It seems that there are not many special ones.

"We can't find so many customers." Paul pressed the zero with his right hand vigorously, venting his displeasure.

"But if it's Barrett, only 20 are needed."

"San Diego doesn't have that many snipers, Gao!"

Gao Jun pointed to the distance, "Then go to Mexico. There are more gun stores in San Diego than McDonald's. We can't wait for the opportunity to come. You can try to let the old man at McDonald's hold an AK and sweep at the KFC clown. We Change is needed."

Paul was taken aback, thought for a while, and he thought it was right, "Then why not go to Lebanon? Or go to Africa? There are more weapons needed there."

"Can you pass the customs? Or do you think Africa can afford Barrett?" Gao Jun asked with a smile.

In fact, the main reason is that he saw in the system that the price offered by Mexico is currently the highest.

The market is fluctuating.

"Edward's rule here is that if we want to purchase goods, we must pay at least half of the purchase price. Do you have one hundred thousand dollars?" Paul said.

"I'm proletarian in America, man, so it's up to you."

"Damn, where do I have so much money?"

"You are the boss, you will have an idea."

Paul cursed.

"I'm going to Mexico to find a buyer first. Are you in charge of raising money?" Gao Jun asked.

"I'll go too. I'll tell Catherine to ask her to take out our wedding money first and mortgage the house. You idiot, if we lose everything, we'll have to jump into the sea together!"

Gao Jun smiled and waved his hands, not caring, "If you make money, you can take Catherine on your honeymoon."

Paul, who painted this big cake, was also a little bit delusional, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

His eyes looked all over Gao Jun's face.

"Gao, you have really changed a lot. When you were in school, what you hated the most was getting yourself into danger. Moreover, at that time, you were a model of morality in the university. The teacher often praised you as a wonderful young man."

"Didn't you always say that you have a bottom line?"

Gao Jun stretched out his right hand and drew a stroke in mid-air, "My bottom line can float up and down."

"Hahahaha, I knew that you Asians just want to save face, but you are actually crazier than us Americans."

Paul smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

Illegal?

probably.

But it's okay not to get caught.

...

three days later.

A gray bus is driving on Interstate 5.

There are few people in the car.

Gao Jun and Paul sat in the back.

As long as you have a US green card, you don't need a visa to go to Mexico, but of course you can't go unprepared.

"This is your new identity." Paul handed him a passport.

Gao Jun opened it, and saw his own photo pasted on it, with his name written next to it: Nicholas Uri!

"Don't worry, these people are real, they can be found on the U.S. government's household registration, and they are also of Asian descent."

"What about the others?"

Paul shrugged, "Maybe the kidnappers in San Francisco sold their organs, who knows?"

He didn't forget to complain later, "This actually cost me 200 dollars, my God."

What talent doesn't San Diego have?
Isn't it easy to make false testimony?
and…

Who said it was fake?

"Gentlemen and ladies, the border inspection station is ahead, please prepare your green cards, passports and other valid documents," the driver shouted.

At the border, the U.S. military does not have sentries, but there are border guards, while the Mexicans have sentries. I don’t know what they are guarding against?
Anyone else smuggled into Tijuana?

When the car came to a slow stop, Gao Jun saw four armed men below from the glass, one of them with the rank of captain came up, stood in front of the car door, and glanced around.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on Gao Jun and the two of them.

"You go and check the others." The captain said to his subordinates, and he walked straight over.

This made Paul's heart tense, and his eyes met the other person's in mid-air for a long time.

"Certificate, sir." The captain came over and asked.

Gao Jun handed over the passport.

"What are you doing in Mexico?"

"Preaching?"

The captain frowned, "Preaching?"

"I dreamed about God last month. He told me that there are many lost lambs in Mexico that I need to rescue and bring them back to the embrace of the Lord. So, I am a pastor."

The captain just opened the passport, and there was a stack of green coins inside.

A smile appeared on his face, and he took the money smoothly and stuffed it into his pocket, "Yes, Mr. Pastor, Mexico needs more evangelists, and we need to return to the embrace of the Lord, Amen."

"Emmanuel (God with us)."

The captain nodded in satisfaction, and got out of the car with his subordinates.

Paul heaved a sigh of relief and turned his head, "How much did you pay?"

"A dollar."

"Then why do I see a stack?"

"Because I gave Alexander Hamilton ($[-])."

A piece of 100 US dollars, how can 10 look good?

Moreover, this is a lot of money!

Although the per capita income in 1980 was more than 2300 US dollars, those who talked about per capita income were hooligans, and a large number of people were poor.

Why can you see the military and other departments being bought by others?
Because their salaries are really not high.

Past the border post, it's Tijuana!
Unlike San Diego, Americans generally don't live close to the border, but Mexico is very lively.

Get off at a bus stop.

Gao Jun still had a briefcase in his hand.

"Let's go to the hotel first." Paul looked up at the big sun, feeling very hot all over his body, and, compared with San Diego, it was more depressing here.

It is the kind of overall depression from the air to the spirit to the body, which lacks a lot of vitality.

Gao Jun said hello.

The hotel they booked is nearby, the decoration is neat and tidy, at least it doesn't look bad

The waiter at the front desk smiled when he saw someone walking in.

"Hello, gentlemen, do you have an appointment?"

Gao Jun handed over the passport, and the other party took it with both hands and inquired, "Mr. Yuri?"

"This way please." The receptionist came out and led them to the elevator.

Paul bumped into Gao Jun, looked at the opponent's figure with ambiguous eyes, and made an obscene mouth shape.

"You can ask her if she has any services." Gao Jun whispered when he saw the other party's tempted look.

Although he despises the other party in his heart, even he can't help but look at him more. The other party is indeed beautiful, with a figure of about 170, with curly hair, a bumpy figure, and the most important thing is long legs...

After getting out of the elevator, the waiter opened the door for them, stood at the door, bowed slightly, "I wish you a pleasant journey." After speaking, he was ready to leave.

"Wait a moment ma'am."

Paul suddenly yelled.

Gao Jun also looked back at him, this guy can't mess around, can he?
"Would you like to have an in-depth spiritual exchange with me?" the Yankee said as a gentleman.

Just as the waiter was about to refuse, he saw Paul take out a $50 bill, and the smile on his face changed immediately.

"Of course, but I only have ten minutes."

"NO, NO! I like to communicate with you for a longer time, Gao, do you want to go out for a meal?" Paul turned back and said with a smile.

Fake!

Standing at the door, looking at the closed door, Gao Jun was stunned, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

Grass!
Dog men and women!
But why...

I am so envious.

That's it?

Gao Jun scolded a few words outside, but it would not delay Paul's comfort inside, so he could only go downstairs depressed, to fill his stomach first and then talk.

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