My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 9 I can earn more!

Paul fidgeted.

The body twists and turns slightly, and often picks up the teacup to hide his nervousness.

On the other hand, Gao Jun who was next to him slowly let go of his haste at the beginning.

"Sir, the Glock-19 pistol has a minimum of 15 rounds of ammunition, but I sincerely recommend that you choose a 33-round magazine. His firing speed does not have to be slower than the Uzi, and it is smaller, more concealed, and even more stable than the Uzi. Much better."

You TMD compare the stability of pistols with submachine guns.

Sure enough, full of nonsense.

Gao Jun adjusted his posture, gestured with both hands and said, "Suppressor is standard equipment, the recoil is very low, and the muzzle is raised. I will count you 40% less, and the noise will be reduced by 60%. It won't disturb the dancers."

A click.

I saw Ramon push and load the bullet, pointing at Gao Jun.

This is changing so fast.

Paul choked on a mouthful of juice, his eyes widened in horror, his hands grabbed the sides of the chair, and his buttocks moved back.

Gao Jun's Adam's apple also rolled up and down, and he still spread his hands reluctantly, "But if you are like this, I'm afraid you won't have the opportunity to do more business with me."

Ramon raised his mouth, unloaded the pistol magazine, and also retracted the loaded bullets of Huang Chengcheng. He held it in his hand and looked at it, "I need [-] rounds of these bullets."

The muscles on the back of Gao Jun's right cheek relaxed.

Sweat dripped down the corners of his eyes.

Just now, he really thought that the other party was going to shoot. At such a close range, the bullet would definitely penetrate the head.

"9mm Parabellum pistol? No problem!" But then he was overjoyed, pushed Paul, and lowered his voice, "Calculator."

Paul hurriedly took out the "guy stuff" he was carrying with him from his pocket.

Ramon also looked at him curiously.

It seems that there is a way to go out with a calculator.

Gao Jun quickly pressed the button with his fingers, and handed it to Ramon, "How about the number of [-] rounds?"

The latter glanced at it, $[-].

An average of 80 cents.

Gao Jun did not act recklessly. The price of the 9mm Parabellum pistol on the system ranges from high to low. Tijuana is 90 cents, followed by Guatemala at 85 cents, and finally Lebanon at 80 cents... the cheapest is actually In France, after all, it is the standard bomb produced by NATO.

It only cost 66 cents.

Of course, these are all formal channels, just for Gao Jun's reference.

Ramon didn't bargain at all, and even felt that the price offered by the other party was indeed "conscientious". One hundred thousand rounds of ammunition is not much, and it may be gone in two or three days. Many large arms dealers look down on it.

"In order to give back to customers, our company also launched a campaign. The TEC-450 submachine gun, which is originally priced at US$9, we will give you 5% off, and only US$225, plus a free scope!"

Paul was dumbfounded.

dude...

When did we have the company?
Moreover, the price of the TEC-9 submachine gun is an average of 180 US dollars, and you directly raised it to 225 US dollars, which is still a [-]% discount.

If Paul remembers correctly, Edward's purchase price...

95 US dollars ~ 110 US dollars.

Fuck roar!
Raise the price by [-]%, and then feel sorry for it. Think about it, you can earn twice as much.

You see how moral I am.

Capitalist sucks ass.

But obviously Ramon is not so easy to fool, who did he hang out with before?
Gallardo!
His current Tijuana Group was split off after the other party was arrested. Oh, by the way, Gallardo also has a guy named Guzman, nicknamed "Short".

If you could get orders just by word of mouth, the street girls would have made a fortune long ago, at least they would still be skilled workers.

Ramon directly revealed, "I can get a lower price for TEC-9, he can give me 170 US dollars, if you make it cheaper, I will agree to you."

MD, I hate doing business with such a shrewd person.

African black... how easy are uncles to coax?
Gao Jun had a bitter and bitter look on his face, while Paul next to him was very moved, but he also understood that negotiating should not show timidity.

"Mr. Ramon..."

"I don't like crap."

Gao Jun felt uncomfortable, "What about the $165?"

"My face is only worth $5?" Ramon asked back.

"155! Mr. Ramon, this is our lowest offer."

The expression on the other party's face was very satisfied, "Give me 300."

It sounds generous, but the total price of firearms is only 46500 US dollars, which is not as expensive as bullets.

Give some more, is it really gone?Only water left?

Of course Gao Jun was not satisfied, he snapped his fingers, "Then you still need Barrett, RPG, Stinger..."

Paul finally couldn't listen anymore, pulled his sleeve, leaned over and whispered in his ear, "We don't have the share of RPG and Stinger."

"The business of these heavy weapons belongs to Edward's core assets, and he gives them to his confidantes, so we can't get in."

Gao Jun's left eye widened and his right eye narrowed. I really want to say, NMD, didn't this get mixed into the core?

Does he have a daughter?

If you fell in love with her, you'd be in it!

With an ugly smile on Gao Jun's face, he said to Ramon, "Sorry, Mr. Ramon, these goods have been brought down in Africa recently. You know, without us, they can't even launch a qualified war."

Ramon didn't care, "When will it be delivered?"

Just as Paul was about to say something, Gao Jun quickly replied, "One week."

"Very good." Ramon took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket and threw it on the table, "This is the deposit."

Leaning forward, he looked at them directly.

"Don't lie to me, in this world, as long as there is "flour", there will be my eyeliner."

"Don't worry, I'm an arms dealer, not a liar!" Gao Jun took the banknotes, stuffed them into his pocket, took back the Glock 19, and pushed the others to Ramon.

"Meet and greet."

Ramon glanced at him, finally nodded with a smile, and stretched out his hand, "Have a nice cooperation."

...

After coming out of the slow shake bar, Gao Jun couldn't help rushing into the alley, punching and kicking the trash can, "Fake! Fake! Fake!"

Paul was petrified, "Hey Gao, calm down, what's wrong with you?" He went up and hugged him.

"This damn Mexican, I would have earned more, and his asking price is too low." Gao Jun was very angry.

"That's it?" Paul's mouth twitched.

"Of course!"

"Isn't that enough? You know, a voice in my head telling me something? Make another dollar, make another dollar, man."

Paul didn't know how to persuade, "These goods are enough for us to prepare. Gao, it's not enough for a week, and Edward can't get them together. We still have to transport them..."

"You mean, we earn less?" Gao Jun looked at the problem directly.

"... "

Paul had black lines, "I mean, we need time to prepare."

"Paul, do you know what matters most to a businessman?"

"time?"

Gao Jun shook his head, "No, no, it's reputation. We are merchants. We will deliver the goods when we promise Ramon. You can't let your buyer call you on the battlefield to ask where your goods are. ?”

"Did you say to him, hey, listen, man, you surrender first and fight when I get the goods?"

He made a telephone with his hand and put it next to his ear, and he imitated it perfectly.

"but…"

Gao Jun crossed his hands in front of his chest, "No but, don't you think our current task is great?"

Paul looked up at him.

Gao Jun continued to fool around.

"According to statistics, there are more than [-] million private guns in the world, and there is one for every twelve people on average. Our problem is how to make the remaining eleven people own guns. When they all have weapons, we will Selling bullets can also make a fortune, of course, at that time, I wanted to open a funeral home to help them solve the problem of mortuary corpses on the road.”

"We are letting every voice speak the loudest. If civilians are not heard, let the bullets speak. Everyone deserves respect. This is my dream, for love and peace."

Gao Jun looked at Paul quietly with his hips crossed.

The eyes of the two men met.

"Aren't you for dollars?"

"It doesn't conflict..."

Seeing that Gao Jun was about to mutter again, Paul made a pause gesture, "Stop, stop, then I have to imagine who has such a big thing in their hands."

"Think about it, do you need me to call you some women?" Gao Jun said and handed the money that Ramon gave to Paul just now, his eyes full of reluctance.

But who told the other party to be the boss?
"A total of twenty thousand dollars."

Paul took it, and he thought for a while, "Gao, I think we should distribute the proceeds. I know your ability very well. How about this, I will inject funds into you, what do you think?"

Gao Jun's eyes lit up and he smiled happily, "Thank you very much."

Paul handed him $6000, "You're right, we can earn more."

see this money...

Gao Jun's breathing was a little short.

$6000, his 10-month salary!
I was able to find an eighteenth-tier starlet in Hollywood, take her to the Sears Tower, and let her yell at the windows.

However, it seems that Sears Tower is more expensive than finding a woman.

If this order is completed.

How much you can get depends on...

When purchasing, can you lower the price!

I really want to hear women's G major.

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　ps: Don't worry about making someone self-reliant, after all, sometimes distribution is not a problem of scarcity but inequality!

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