Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 40 Flour Arms
"Beep beep..."

Listening to the busy tone of being hung up from the mobile phone, Jin Bing's face was so gloomy that water could drip.

Sloan, the Brotherhood of Assassins, the shit, and that group of vampires, the dark aristocrats, who took a huge risk to get a hundred pure virgins all over the world.

This group of bats actually screwed up.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Jin Bin exerted strength in his hands, and an encrypted phone was directly crushed into pieces by him.

The fragments collapsed, leaving a gash in Jin Bing's thick palm.

Blood instantly stained his sleeves red.

"Hehe!" Jin Bin took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood stains on the wound leisurely, and laughed angrily.

Jin Bing's sneer made the atmosphere in the office seem to freeze. All the people in the office lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

"How's the smuggling business in New York these past two months?"

Jin Bing didn't raise his head, but the gloomy voice made a middle-aged man in gold-rimmed glasses and suits tremble.

As a man known as the Emperor of the Underworld, Jin Bing's business is not just collecting protection fees and selling flour like gangsters in the underworld.

After more than [-] years of operation, Jinbin's business can be described as diversified.

Flour, smuggling, casinos, arms, real estate, finance, physical factories, many industries in New York can see Jin Bin.

However, the business with the fastest money and the highest profit is naturally his gray business.

Smuggling is a major income for him, especially things with high tariffs and high single value such as cars, high-end watches, and luxury goods.

The profit from smuggling in and out can reach 50%, or even higher. In the smuggling market in New York City alone, Jin Bin's annual profit exceeds one billion US dollars.

This is also the reason why Jin didn't look down on the scavenger business at the beginning.

At the beginning, Tang and Song's group worked hard for a year, and they earned less than Jinbing's fraction.

The middle-aged man with glasses is the leader of Jin Bin's smuggling business in New York.

"The business in Europe has not been affected, but the business in East Asia is not ideal. The Hand Association has now suspended its cooperation with us.

Japanese car smuggling, now we are looking for alternative suppliers! "

As he spoke, large drops of sweat oozed from the forehead of the middle-aged man with glasses like raindrops. He didn't dare to wipe it off, letting the sweat drip onto the carpet.

"Hmm!" Jin Bing wiped the blood from his palm, he was noncommittal about the report of the middle-aged man with glasses, and asked the bald man beside him.

"What about the flour business?"

The person in charge of the flour business in New York is a big man of Mexican origin, with a black scorpion tattooed on the back of his head. He heard Jin Bin's inquiry.

The bald man claimed credit and said, "Boss, our shipments have increased by 40.00% in the past two months!"

"Increased by 40.00%!" Jin Bin paused while pressing the handkerchief, raised his head for the first time, and looked at the bald man.

"what happened?"

"Boss, that Chinese Tang doesn't do any flour business at all. After the Hand Association collapsed, now only our factory in New York still has goods. Now we are the largest flour supplier in New York!"

"I don't do the flour business..." Jin Bin sneered, and a gleam flashed in his eyes. "Increase the price of flour by another 10%!"

"No problem boss, now we are the only ones in New York that have the goods!"

The bald man was full of flattery: "As long as those addicts get addicted, they won't care about the price!"

When the tall man who was close to two meters talked with Jin Bin, his waist was barely straight.

But none of the people present laughed at him, whoever puts Jin Bing on this moody boss, who is not afraid!
"Good job!" Jin Bin's suppressed irritability eased slightly.

At this time, a tall figure pushed the door open and walked in.

Bullseye ignored everyone present, and went directly to Jin Bin, lowered his body, and whispered a few words in his ear.

After Jin Bin listened to Bullseye's words, the expression on his face disappeared immediately, and his huge body stood up directly from the sofa.

Picking up the cane at the side, he wiped the fist-sized crystal ball on the head of the cane with a bloody handkerchief.

Jin Bing walked up to the bald man with a cane, and looked at him with unusually calm eyes.

"You know what Bullseye just told me?"

The bald man's legs trembled uncontrollably, and he said with trembling lips, "No, I don't know!"

Jin Bin patted him on the shoulder in a calm tone, then raised his cane expressionlessly.

The next moment, Jin Bing's face became extremely fierce, and he swung his cane fiercely at the temple of the bald man.

One, two, three...

"Waste, people don't even know the warehouse is burned,"

The big bald man fell to the ground when he was hit on the head for the first time, and the blood spattered the face of the man next to him with glasses.

However, Jin didn't let go of his anger, and frantically waved his cane to whip the corpse until he forcibly smashed the corpse on the ground into a puddle of flesh.

"Drag the body out and clean it up!"

Jin Bing wiped the blood from his face, took a new white handkerchief from Bullseye, wiped the tip of his staff, and gave orders to several people in the room.

These few people dealt with the scene in a panic as if they had been pardoned.

"Who did it, did you find out?" Jin Bin came to the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the street downstairs, and asked Bullseye on the side.

"It's the vigilante who's been very active in Hell's Kitchen recently!" Bullseye put his hands in his pockets, revealing a row of throwing knives at his waist.

"Do you need me to solve him!"

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The villa area where Tang's manor is located is in the rich area of ​​New York. This area is quiet and densely forested, and a few kilometers away is a towering commercial building, the CBD.

There is a bit of elegance in the bustle, which can be described as a quiet place in the middle of the bustle.

Convenience and tranquility are combined, and the price is naturally not cheap, and the housing price is naturally not affordable for ordinary people.

Just from the fact that you can see a mobile police car every 15 minutes in this villa area, you can tell the status of the residents here.

After all, in a civilian community, even if you call the police, it is impossible to see a police car so fast.

Tang Song was walking slowly on the boulevard in casual clothes, when a black Mercedes Benz drove past him and stopped at the gate of the manor in front of him.

A man in a black suit stepped down from the driving seat, looked up at the gate of the manor, straightened his suit, and walked towards the manor.

"Hello, sir, who are you looking for?"

Two bodyguards stopped the man from the door.

"Hi, my name is Yuri, and I'm here to visit Mr. Tang!"

The man pointed to the gift in his hand and smiled at the two bodyguards.

"Yuri?" Tang Song had already walked behind the man.

"Boss!" The two bodyguards hurriedly bowed to him.

"You are Mr. Tang, and I am Yuri Orlov!" The man turned around quickly and stretched out his hand towards Tang Song.

"Yuri Orlov, shouldn't it be Yuri Orlov?"

Tang Song looked at the unusually familiar face in front of him, and stretched out his hand.

The smile on Yuri's face remained unchanged: "As an arms dealer, he has many identities. Mr. Tang knows that I am my former name. If you like, you can also call me Yuri!"

"Mr. Yuri, welcome to the humble house, please come in!"

In the living room, the maid served two cups of coffee.

Yuri said straight to the point: "Mr. Tang, I heard that my cousin had a conflict with you. Here is 1000 million US dollars. I hope you can forgive my cousin for being presumptuous to you!"

Yuri took out a Wells Fargo check from his bag and put it on the coffee table in front of him.

"Your cousin, you mean Vigo!" Tang Song flicked his fingers on the armrest of the sofa, "I'm curious, how did you find this place?"

Yuri crossed his hands: "Mr. Tang, I have been in the arms business for a long time, and the large arms deals in this world can't be hidden from my eyes.
Two days ago, a batch of AK47 was sold to the Middle East. This batch came from New York, and the real delivery location was a warehouse in the Far East.That was an arms depot before Vigo! "

"Mr. Tang, those warehouses and the market in Vigo are all yours. There are 1000 million dollars here! My uncle only has one son, and I only hope to bring him home!"

(End of this chapter)