My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 7 Please Be Silent (Modified)
Mejico Mejico restaurant.

Just about 300 meters from the hotel.

Gao Jun was "kicked out". Paul couldn't let him watch a live broadcast, right?

Feeling depressed, he found a corner seat near the window and sat down, and he found something wrong. Why did those customers sit inside like a reunion? Isn't the scenery by the window better?
"Hello, sir, what do you need?" A waitress with short hair came over and asked in English.With a healthy wheat color and wearing a revealing outfit, Gao Jun couldn't help but take a second look.

His eyes were dodgy, looking very embarrassed.

"Give me a grilled spicy meat, tamale and a glass of juice, thank you." Gao Jun looked at the menu and said.

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waitress put the sign on his table and shook it when she left.

Gao Jun took a second look while drinking water.

The Mexican girl is just coquettish... ahem, on time.

There was a local newspaper on the table, and I found an English one, and read it carefully. The customer had to find it by himself.

The richest person in a certain place does not necessarily control the power, but the most powerful person must not be short of money.

On the front page is a shaggy fat man.

A look of insolence and arrogance.

And on the right is a photo of a woman, very bloated, and it seems that she is not easy to get along with.

"Colombia black widow Griselda Blanco was arrested, and Pablo Escobar demanded her release, otherwise 12 places including the Grand Court and the Drug Enforcement Administration will be targeted for bombing!"

"The special commander of the Colombian army, Lara, said in a news interview that his request is being considered."

"It is not ruled out that Griselda will be released."

Bah, bastard!

However, being able to negotiate with the government is also ruthless, but if one day, the weapons used by Escobar for targeted bombing are exported by himself, how good would that be?
Are you going to get rich?

But right now, it's just nonsense, if you look for it now, who will care about you?Their partners at least have a certain status in the industry.

It's a pity.

Gao Jun clicked "Reluctantly" and glanced at Escobar's photo. Just as he was about to turn the page, he heard the low roar of an engine on the street.

He turned his head to look, and saw a motorcycle galloping wildly from a distance. Both of them were wearing helmets, and they couldn't see their faces clearly. The person sitting behind was holding a UZI submachine gun and was facing the two The men and women who came out of the bridal shop opposite the restaurant raised their guns shaking hands.

Da, da da da!

A bullet shot past, directly hitting the two of them in a pool of blood, even the glass of the bridal shop behind them was shattered.

Restaurant customers and pedestrians screamed, but they were all lying on the ground and holding their heads in familiar faces. Gao Jun finally knew why these people didn't sit near the windows.

Damn, when a bullet comes over unexpectedly, it's guaranteed to die!

He also covered his head and bent over in embarrassment. In the process, his knee hit the chair. He hid behind the wall and watched the gunman walk away.

Only when they were nowhere to be seen did someone think of calling the police, and some kind people on the road slowly approached and helped to call an ambulance.

"This should be the seventh time, right?"

There were two potbellied customers chatting with each other, which attracted Gao Jun's attention all at once. He couldn't care less about being polite, so he interrupted, "Sorry, is this the seventh case this month?"

"Of course not, it's this week," said one.

Gao Jun felt weird, he looked at his watch, shit, it's only Tuesday today!

He has a complicated expression, and the corner of his mouth wants to smile.

There were 7 shootings in two days, are the local associations very active?

That's good, it shows that the circulation of bullets is relatively fast, and the local arms market is benign, but he can't laugh out loud, after all...

To grieve for the victims.

No, I can't bear it anymore.

Gao Jun apologized to the short-haired waitress. The waitress was very understanding and gave him a business card. He stuffed it into his briefcase after looking at it, and ran back to the hotel in a hurry.

As soon as he entered, he saw the waitress who was playing poker with Paul standing at the front desk and smiling at him.

He was about to leave when the other party stopped him, handed him the room card, and gave him a wink, and hooked his fingers in his palm, "Sir, if you need me, you can find me, my name is Sophia."

Men have addictions, either smoking, drinking, guns, or gambling. If you don’t have any of these, well, brother, see you in the next life, living is a waste of reincarnation quota.

Although Gao Jun felt itchy in his heart, he still felt...

He doesn't have the charm of the waitress in that restaurant.

Walk into the elevator, press the floor, and you will be there in a few seconds. The corridor is quiet, only the sound of his footsteps.

Open the door with the key card, Paul lay naked on the bed, the ground was a mess, I have to say, black people are dogs, white people are cows.

"My God, this place really looks like a battlefield. Unfortunately, I am selling arms, not sildenafil."

Pfizer already knew about sildenafil in the mid-80s, and it was approved to be marketed in another way in 98, but it had already been in circulation in private.

Gao Jun threw his pants on the ground.

Paul put on his pants obediently.

Gao Jun originally wanted to sit by his bed, but after thinking for a while, he sat on another bed and said excitedly, "I encountered a shooting when I was eating just now."

Paul looked at him and said anxiously, "Shooting? God, are you all right?"

"Of course not. I found that the local gangsters have more attendance and frequent daily activities. They are the best buyers."

"Do you know what they use? UZI, this is unimaginable. We should sell them TEC-9. Do you know the prices in American gun shops now?"

Gao Jun is very happy that he discovered the blind spot.

After all, Paul is a professional, nodded and blurted out, "UZI costs about 200 US dollars, and the TEC-9 submachine gun I compared to Toman was 180 US dollars."

"The price TEC-9 submachine gun is cheaper than UZI, and the performance is better. If they are not crazy, they will definitely be the right choice."

"High, you can't sell TEC-9 for $20!" Paul reminded.

"Don't worry about doing business. Do you really think that we can get an order of 20 US dollars for the first time? We want to make a name for ourselves."

Although Gao Jun was excited, he could also clearly recognize himself that an order of 20 US dollars was not so easy to earn, and what was promised to Edward was monthly.

If they don't accumulate some payment in advance, when the capital chain is broken, they will have to swim in the Atlantic Ocean.

"You're right." Paul nodded after thinking about it.

More haste less speed.

"I think you should have a way to connect with the local community, right?" Gao Jun asked.

Paul nodded and got up from the bed, "I have always been attractive since I was a child. No matter whether it is a man or a woman, as long as I ask, no one will not be conquered by me."

"Conquer?" Gao Jun emphasized the word.

"Yes." Paul walked to the window and opened the curtains. At this height, he could see the buildings outside. He squinted and said, "Aren't we here to conquer?"

"It makes sense. Of course, if they don't pay, I won't hand over my DNA here. They have to pay." Gao Jun nodded.

"The best is Manhattan Bank, where the fees are lower."

"You're the most money-hungry Asian I've ever seen, Kao."

"No, no, there are only two tragedies in the world, one is the misery of the poor, and the other is the poor in misery."

Paul looked at him, jokingly, but also said to himself, "If the devil offers you benefits, will you betray God?"

"I will!" He said immediately, "When interests speak up, God has to learn to be silent."

"You may be right, but is money everything?" Gao Jun asked back.

"Of course it's not a panacea. First-class cabins and five-star hotels can't cure everything. At most, [-] to [-] percent of the cases can be cured. The remaining [-] percent needs helicopters and yachts."

"There are women!"

After Paul finished speaking, the room fell silent.

For the first time, his ambition for profit really shocked Gao Jun, but he also felt a sense of approval in his heart.

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