My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 73
On the way to the hotel, Taylor gave full play to his eloquence.

When he got out of the car, Gao Jun even felt the "lingering sound".

"Yuri, Blair is an unprincipled bastard..."

"When did we do business, when did we talk about principles?" Boss Gao looked at him, "Taylor, don't say I didn't take care of your business, I can give you the goods in proportion this time, but next time, I have to choose carefully." people."

Gao Jun turned his head and left, but when he stopped, he turned his head, "By the way, what room are we in?"

"213!"

"Thank you."

Taylor looked at the other person's back and felt a headache. He had brought him there just to let him see his contacts, but who knew... he would be snatched away if he changed hands.

Fakenima!

After getting on the elevator, Gao Jun stood at the door, untied his tie, expressionless.

If you can't get along with anyone, you can't get along with your interests.

adult...

Don't be shy, you won't make money if you are thin-skinned.

……

Steamboat flutes.

startled the waves.

The already lively port in Jeddah Port looks particularly crowded today.

I saw a local man with five big and three thick, wearing an earmuff amplifier, holding a small steel cylinder in his hand, shouting in Arabic, "GP-25 40mm gun-mounted grenade launcher! The Soviet special forces always have it. , which is the world's smallest "mortar! "That's not what I said, the Afghans said."

"The original price is 399 US dollars, now don't want 299, and don't want 199! Just place an order and pay on the spot, let me tell you, 99 US dollars to take away, yes, you heard it right, 99 US dollars..."

"Install it under this AK47, you see..." He raised the gun as he spoke, startling the onlookers in front of him, "Don't be afraid, there is no shell installed, but if it is installed, the small two-story The building can collapse in one fell swoop!"

This is absolutely false propaganda!
Can…

No one came to catch it.

Even the police stood watching enthusiastically not far away. They were ordered not to cause trouble.

"Today I bring you benefits, our boss said, you must feel our enthusiasm, grenade launcher + an AK47 + 30 rounds of ammunition, we will send 2 more magazines, the price is 666 US dollars!"

"How about this benefit? Do you think it is too little? In this way, we will send another 30 rounds of ammunition, why are you not satisfied?"

The onlookers below were bewildered.

Looking at each other in blank dismay, did any of us speak?

"In this way, with an additional $60, we will send a VOG-25P air-bombing grenade nicknamed "Frog", with a killing radius of 6 meters, which is definitely worth the money!"

……

"This is the sales method you came up with?" In a coffee shop not far from the port, Taylor, who was leaning against the window, felt... dumbstruck when he heard the "hysterical" sales method.

Arms dealer, can there still be such a seller?

Gao Jun drank lipstick tea, put on a pair of sunglasses, crossed his legs, glanced at the free-spirited Saudis, and said with a smile, "Isn't it great? Arms have never been a high-end thing, we should let more People understand that with a small payment, it's easy to buy your friend a ticket to God."

"Times are changing and we cannot be left behind."

Taylor spread his hands. He still couldn't understand, but he knew what he was in charge of. He pulled up his chair with excitement on his face, "Yuri, I contacted a customer yesterday. He is very interested in helicopters and tanks."

"Where is it?"

"Liberia."

"That's not cheap for mine, man."

"They are not short of money, it is the poor who are short of money, not the government."

"Where? When?"

"According to the time, he can come to the exhibition in Jubail."

After hearing this, Gao Jun looked at his watch and nodded, "I will wait for him. How is the arrangement of the exhibition?"

He originally came here to deliver goods to Nasser in name only, but found that because of the deepening of the Gulf War, outside the flames of war, many speculators poured in from other countries as bystanders.

I saw quite a few at Harold's birthday party yesterday.

And some Europeans.

Are they here on their honeymoon?

Blair's black French client is said to be a blood bank businessman, and there are many industries spawned by war.

In 1915, Colonel Robertson discovered that adding sodium citrate to the blood could prevent the blood from clotting, and later discovered that refrigeration could preserve the blood for a longer period of time, thereby earning a fortune.

Sending blood to war zone hospitals is also a lucrative business.

Those wounded always need blood transfusions, right?

Did you lose Pepsi? (Delicious heresy!)

Don't underestimate the human pursuit of wealth, capitalists can even sell the rope to hang themselves!

Some even put Kennedy on it if Asians need a little something foreign on their coins.

certainly…

Underworld banks also require money for transfers.

The satellite phone on the table rang, and Gao Jun picked it up, "Hello, okay, are you here?" He looked out the window and saw a freighter that was at least one circle larger than the "World" beeping. Flute sails into port.

"I'm at the port, okay, I'll come out."

Boss Gao raised his eyes towards Taylor, pointed outside, and walked out with the phone in hand. He saw Umbrella and his party coming down the spiral staircase.

"Thank you!" He gave the latter a hug as soon as he went up, "Did it go well?"

"Meet pirates on the road, but were repelled."

"I really don't understand, how could they think of using assault boats to attack the tens of thousands of tons of ships!" Newcomer Alva joked next to him, "Do they think they are Schwarzenegger?"

"So, this is the meaning of the arms dealer!" Gao Jun looked at him and said with a smile.

"Boss, General Harold is here." Tonikov said beside him.

"Scurtis, take the guys to rest, I will give you a day off today, don't worry, I will make arrangements here."

Umbrella nodded. They were indeed a little tired. The long-term drifting at sea made him feel a little dizzy even standing on the ground.

A Rolls-Royce Silver Spur drove into the port.

Harold got out of the car, followed by a young man.

"Hey, Yuri..."

"Good morning, sir."

Harold clapped his hands excitedly, directly explaining his purpose, "I heard you have Mi-17 here?"

The news is very well informed.

"Two. General interested?"

"I'm connecting you. This is Moore, my nephew, the military procurement officer. He is very interested."

Such a young senior official.

There must be different blood in the blood.

"Hello, Mr. Mooresey." Gao Jun's smile was extraordinarily friendly.

The other party shook hands with him, speaking fluent English, and Gao Jun could not help but praise him.

"I just graduated from Harvard. This is the first time I negotiate alone. Mr. Yuri, it must be very difficult to get the Mi 17."

Want to trick me?
"The most difficult thing in this world is how to earn an extra dollar from a smart customer, especially a talented student like you. My role is to deliver the goods you like to me."

Moore laughed when he heard the flattery, and pointed to the coffee shop, "How about taking us for a visit?"

"Of course! Come with me, please."

Welcome to Suhuo World, my little local tyrant.

　Recommend a new book for newcomers, it’s pretty good, tell novels to monsters, and make them become immortals. "Journey to the West: Disciples All Become Great Demons"

　　


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