My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 115 I'm still too kind-hearted!
Moscow.

Povar Street.

There is an Italian restaurant here.

There is a sheet inside that says: "Papa Hassan" seat by the window, you can tell who is seated just by hearing the name.

Every three days or so, Usoyan, who is serving his sentence in prison, comes here to eat, yes, he is serving his sentence.

In 1984, the gangsters in the Soviet Union were on the verge of blowout. The Soviet government even ordered the military and police to fire guns and arrest people, and patrol the city at night.

Under severe blows, Usoyan was arrested again by the Soviet police.

Usoyan is a well-known criminal in the Ural region. In order to make an example to others, the court sentenced him to 15 years in prison.

But during this period, it doesn't mean that you can't go out for a stroll.

Prison is prison, but in my prison, it is enough to stay with someone. He bribed the upper and lower, so that being in prison is even more free than outside.

Usoyan’s body is very large. He was born in 1937 and is now 63 years old. When it’s time to get swollen, his chin can be stacked into three layers. When he got off a Rolls Royce, he was bloated and wide The suit supported his whole body like a balloon.

Followed by two bodyguards.

In Moscow, no one dared to do anything to him.

He is the beloved son of the "Gulag" and the godfather of the gang!

The law is useless in front of him. If he doesn't want to be clean, if he just says a word, there will be a younger brother carrying a bazooka to save him at night.

The younger brother helped to open the door of the restaurant, and Usoyan walked in sideways almost in an "awkward" manner, and glanced inside, it was empty, only a man and a woman were sitting at a table not far away.

"Papa Hassan!" The manager came over to say hello warmly and proactively.

Usoyan nodded with a smile. With this smile, the flesh on his face trembled wildly. The manager carefully pulled out the chair, which was also custom-made.

"same as usual."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away." The manager nodded with a smile, clapped his hands together, and looked flattering.

Usoyan waved his hand.

He picked up the newspaper on the table and looked it over carefully. It was nothing more than some political topics. The Soviet Union had reached the end of the stormy period, and everyone could see it.

"A bunch of bastards are preparing to divide the cake." Usoyan sneered, his tone full of dissatisfaction with the politicians, he threw the newspaper aside and motioned the bodyguards to sit down.

"Don't you know that I don't like people standing behind me and watching me eat? It makes me feel like a dog."

These bodyguards followed him for a long time, and upon hearing this, they sat down obediently.

The manager of the restaurant felt the wind, holding a small cup of caviar in his hand, put his hands in front of Usoyan, and introduced, "This is French Petrossian caviar, I put a little bit in."

"Can you send it to prison?" Usoyan asked after tasting it.

The manager said, "If you need to..."

"Then how about finding a judge to convict this caviar? Capitalism is corrupt? Treason? Whatever is fine, I just want it to be locked in a cage with me in the end." Usoyan joked with a smile.

He always got some trouble because of his big mouth.

Unlike another "Godfather" Ivankov, Usoyan likes to use money to open the way.

I already understood the truth.

Politicians, like gangsters, also have to collect protection fees. If you take the initiative to hand them over, you can also expand your network.

The manager complied.

After the appetizer, it was the main course, and I saw a waiter come out with tableware and a cover on it.

"Here comes your Milanese salami, sir."

The waiter bowed slightly, very gentlemanly, and the manager even helped to pry the lid open, but there was no food in it, instead it was a Glock 18 submachine gun, which fired several times at Usoyan!

The bullet rate of 370m/s, 1100-1300 rounds per minute, is even faster than the rate of fire of some submachine guns!

In the blink of an eye, five bullets hit the opponent's body. No matter how thick your fat is, can you resist the bullets?
This scene was quite unexpected.

The two bodyguards reacted quickly. Just as they were about to draw their pistols to fight back, they saw the waiter squatting down, and the couple who were sitting not far away turned around, holding UZI submachine guns, and pointed at the standing people Just shoot.

The three of them, including the manager, instantly fell into a pool of blood.

This series is only ten seconds long.

After assassinating the target, these people hurried out of the restaurant, a van appeared at the door on time, got in the car, and drove away!

Usoyan's whole body leaned back like a pile of dead flesh, and the front of him was bloody.

The back kitchen heard the movement, and the chef ran out. When he saw this scene, he collapsed to the ground.

"Dead...dead!"

The news that Usoyan was assassinated in the Italian restaurant exploded instantly.

People have joys and sorrows, the moon waxes and wanes, it's the same for anyone who dies, and the earth keeps turning.

……

In the submarine base.

Tallinn Air... No, what should be called Tinder Airlines now has been moved from the "graveyard" to the airport here.

Someone carried a pipe to wash them, to catch the wind and clean the dust.

Gao Jun, Zavodsk, and even Anatoly were there, and he rented the apron here for $1.

"Congratulations, Yuri, your company has developed further. Maybe it won't be long before I can see your business spread all over the world."

"I hope there will be such a day, but don't worry, if you have money, you can earn it together, and daily necessities will arrive every month."

Zavodsk is very satisfied.

"I have collected 900 RPGs, and the remaining 700 are shipped from Latvia, and they will be delivered around tomorrow."

"This is the best news I've heard." Gao Jun laughed, dimpled, "To be honest, I can't stand the cold wind in Siberia. If it wasn't for business, I might be on vacation now."

"So, you should put dollar bills on your clothes, they're warmer," Anatoly joked.

The three laughed.

"Boss..." Balshak walked over quickly.

He was hired by Tinder Company as the deputy of the aviation department, mainly because he is professional, who knows about aviation?

Applying for routes and managing personnel all depend on him.

Under his proposal, the pilots were left with 6 people. The lowest one had 1200 hours of flying experience, and the highest was an ace pilot who had flown 3600 hours and was once the ace of the Soviet Air Force.

As for the logistics department, useless departments such as inquiries, check-in, and security checks were eliminated, leaving the maintenance department with a total of 25 people.

Here's another expense.

Pilots are based on basic salary + performance bonus. The basic salary is increased by 40% according to the standard of Tallinn Air. The co-pilot was originally 3 rubles. This is the fourth price increase in the past three years. .

3 rubles ≈ about 420 US dollars. (year 1991)
Another 40% increase is an extra US$168. The basic salary of the co-pilot is US$588, and the hourly salary is: 700 rubles.

The sum of miscellaneous things in a month is close to 10 rubles.

About more than 1500 US dollars.

This is only the co-pilot. If the captain is the captain, at least half more, 15 to 20 rubles.

That's close to $3000.

This price... that is quite cheap!
However, the reality is like this, who will use US dollars to settle salary?
Even if Tinder Company is a "foreign company" in its core, its registered place is in Estonia!

This is also one of the reasons why civil aviation pilots often like to change jobs. Of course, it does not mean that large companies are better, but small companies give higher salaries and benefits.

The army is even worse.

Everyone's choice is different, that's all.

The 25 people in the logistics department also need about 700 million rubles (7 U.S. dollars) a year, plus parts and equipment...

Gao Jun is quite generous. The 4 months salary owed by Tallinn before was paid directly according to the establishment standard of the new company. This is one of the reasons why he was able to keep these pilots.

Those people are ready to quit.

Gao Jun looked at it twice, and signed it quickly.

"In the future, you will work hard. You are resident in Tallinn. If you have anything to do, you can contact the company by phone or email. I am very busy recently. You may not be able to see Taylor until the annual meeting. However, I will personally contact the company in the future. director."

Balshak nodded, it was all right.

Anyway, he is very satisfied with a decent job. Most importantly, Gao Jun’s price is not low. He guarantees that he will switch to the United States to work within five years. The benefits are good and the room for advancement is high. Thinking about retirement.

"Okay, let someone remove all the seats, we are mainly used as cargo planes."

"I'll make arrangements right away." Balshak hurriedly went to work again.

"He took things very seriously," Zavodsk said.

Anatoly: "Can he be trusted?"

"Only a fool thinks that he can solve all the problems in the world. Interests always involve risks. As long as he understands that if he follows me, he can get more and the possibility of betrayal will be reduced." Gao Jun said slowly.

Zavodsk and Anatoly looked at each other and nodded.

"General, General..."

The three of them were walking back to the office building when they saw Nalin rushing over. She handed a document to Zavodsk, "Usoyan was beaten to death in Moscow."

"The murderer's face was photographed..."

Standing behind, Gao Jun thought about it when he heard this, but when Zavodsk opened the file and revealed a screenshot of the appearance inside, he smiled.

This is so abstract, the pixel difference is outrageous.

"I think this kind of appearance should go to the zoo." He couldn't help but said with a smile, which attracted everyone's eyes to look at him.

Gao Jun exhaled hotly, "Why are you looking at me like this? It's just a dead person. When Kennedy died, Americans still had to eat and drink."

Zavodsk had complicated eyes.

Diegoski just died and was judged by the local as: suicide!

The pistol was in his hand, pointed at his mouth and pulled the trigger, it was clear at a glance, but Zavodsk was a rare insider, and now, Usoyan is dead again... Tsk tsk tsk.

If it had nothing to do with Gao Jun, he would stand on his head and eat shit.

But Usoyan has too many enemies.

"He was the godfather of the gang, and his death will have a big impact."

"Godfather?" Gao Jun smiled disdainfully, "Have you submitted the application? Is it signed by the Soviet government?"

Zavodsk: "…"

He knew that Gao Jun would not admit it even if he was beaten to death. Although he was curious about how he succeeded, he handed the document to Na Lin, "Don't worry about him, no criminals will come to Estonia, here even brown bears have to learn Wear shoes (cold)"

Nalin also looked at Gao Jun and nodded slightly.

She has learned to be obedient.

"How about a bottle of champagne tonight?"

"Vodka, I like the taste."

"OK, OK..."

Because of the sudden heavy snow.

RPG-7, which was originally scheduled to arrive from Latvia the next morning, did not arrive until after eleven o'clock in the evening.

Gao Jun was woken up, and he even put on a mask for himself. He found that he was very afraid of the cold, and when the cold wind blew, his whole body felt as if frozen.

Wearing two clothes inside, and another one outside.

Zavodsk was calling for a count when he came downstairs.

A bearded driver with a ruddy and shiny complexion, but he smelled alcohol all over his body when he approached. There was an officer beside him, who took out the receipt and talked in Russian over and over again.

When Gao Jun walked over, the other party glanced at him and didn't care, only surprised by the Asian.

"what did he say?"

"In addition to the RPG, there are 200 AK47s, 6 NSV machine guns, and 20 MON-200 directional anti-personnel landmines. They want to exchange some living supplies to go back." Tonikov acted as an interpreter beside him.

Zavodsk tilted his body and looked at Gao Jun.

"What do you want in exchange?"

The officer looked at him, "White wine, cotton coats, and pork are also fine."

Gao Jun understood, "I don't have a cotton coat, but I can allow you 700 kilograms of pork and 300 kilograms of liquor, how about it?"

"can!"

The officer was overjoyed, he was so honest, he didn't even know how to bargain?
"Are you Mr. Uri?" the officer asked suddenly.

Gao Jun glanced at Zavodsk, nodded with a smile.

"Our general invites you to do business in Latvia. We are a missile base. We have any configuration from anti-aircraft missiles to air-to-air missiles, all at wholesale prices." The officer said hurriedly, looking at him nervously.

It doesn't matter if Zavodsk is there or not.

"It's cheap?" Gao Jun asked.

"Very cheap!"

"Then I would like to thank you for your invitation first, but I probably won't want so many in the short term. I am an arms dealer, and I have to get an order before I can purchase. I don't want to buy it and put it in the warehouse, it will rust." Gao Jun said.

"You can pre-order!"

The officer hurriedly said: "As long as you give 20% of the goods, we can keep the weapons you specify first, and will not sell them to others. If you don't need them anymore, you can call us. Of course, the pre-order money will not be refunded." .”

good guy...

Gao Jun takes back what he just said, who said they are not smart?
Davarish...you are impure.

But Gao Jun still refused. His business partners are not wide enough. After all, not many people are capable of placing such "big orders" for air defense weapons.

Orders like 1600 that are very suitable for small companies are very rare. I talked to Taylor on the phone before, and he said that it seems that some people in the Ministry of Defense feel that they need to support small military enterprises.

But many people disagree, including medium-sized companies that rely on a few hooligans to survive. They think that those big companies will erode their own interests, so they have been opposing it.

Most importantly, there are too many arms dealers!
Those who sell BB machines can also be regarded as arms dealers, as long as you have a base station locally.

If Gao Jun wants to go on, if he can "stock" in the sea, he must have his own characteristics.

High-end market, currently does not belong to you.

The mid-market, Big Four and others are all hotly booked.

The low-end market is the mainstream.

This is also the development strategy of a certain red-eyed rabbit.

The low end is the mainstream, and the poor should unite!

Gao Jun intends to set his sights on Africa, that place is too poor and too rich!

There are eight hundred warlords if there are not one thousand. Except for a small number of big warlords, many small warlords even use World War II weapons.

can you believe it?

德国StG44突击步枪，意大利卡尔卡诺M91/38步骑枪、伯莱塔M1938A冲锋枪，瑞士AG42步枪、西班牙98/43步枪等等，堪称欧洲武器大杂烩。

Soviet SVT40 semi-automatic rifles and DP-27 light machine guns are also regular visitors.

If the arms of the industrial world are lacking, then... the African black uncles can only use stones to fight a close war.

"I'm not accepting any large weapons such as anti-aircraft weapons for the time being." After Gao Jun finished speaking, he could clearly see the disappointment in the officer's eyes.

"However, I want individual weapons. No matter what era it is, if you still have old antiques from World War II, you can also sell them well here."

"Do you also want the weapons of World War II?" the officer raised his head and asked.

"Old people can kill people too." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"There are still several warehouses in Latvia during World War II. At that time, they were the front lines, and the weapons from the rear were continuously supported. I went there two years ago, and those arsenals are still there." Zavodsk said.

Unexpectedly, these words made the officer very embarrassed. He shook his head, "No, Latvia...is in chaos. Three months ago, a gang of mobs rushed into the arsenal and snatched it away."

Zavodsk frowned, "Is the situation so chaotic?"

When the Soviet Union merged and acquired, they used many unscrupulous means, and surrender by force was one of them. In addition, during World War II, the proportion of Latvian men who died in battle was too large, which made them dissatisfied. (The proportion of men is currently 10% lower than that of women, no bride price is required, similar to second- and third-tier cities, you can go if you have the conditions).

There are radical organizations in the country that like to use violence.

The officer nodded bitterly, "Now that they have taken away more than 1000 weapons, I think the war may start soon."

Zavodsk fell silent.

Estonia's internal environment has also gone wrong, and he himself is in danger.

Gao Jun didn't want to be born in these politics (you will be warned!), so he quickly said, "I'll ask someone to give you a price list, which can be exchanged for everything from bullets to submachine guns. You bring the goods over, Zavo General Cike, please help me, I will give you full authority, and I will give you and Uncle Anatoly all the supplies in the Soviet Union."

Zavodsk cheered up, which is definitely good news.

It's an exclusive right.

The main Gao Jun didn't have so much time to waste here.

"Don't worry, Yuri, I won't let you lose money." Anatoly also came over wearing a coat and holding a pipe in his hand. Hearing this, he who was originally sleepy suddenly regained his energy. .

There must be oil and water in it.

According to Gao Jun's material budget of more than 20 tons per month, even if black people come to stand and run underneath, they will have to skid.

Gao Jun nodded towards him.

And the transport team over there has already transported the materials to An 12.
"Boss, things are ready." Balshak looked tired, but more excited. The boss is actually smuggling arms?
However, he was not in the mood to report it.

What a joke, the amount of state assets he swallowed was enough for him to be shot dozens of times.

The eldest brother does not say the second brother.

Gao Jun nodded, and called to Balshak who was about to leave, "Can you repaint the color of the plane?"

"Of course, the logistics department has this program."

"Paint it with the logo of the International Committee of the Red Cross, and get some portraits of Ms. Nightingale to paste on the inner window, and change all the information." Gao Jun's little head is always full of wit, "Of course, the United Nations Don't forget the sign."

Communication is difficult at this time.

You see a UN plane, do you call and ask?
At most, it's just an internal discussion, and then those who don't care will just ignore it.

what?
Are you going to shoot him down?
are you blackDestruction is on your mind?
Even God is full of disgust for them.

A white child died, and God said to him: child, make you a pair of wings and make an angel! A yellow child died, and God said to him: child, make you a pair of wings, and make an angel! A black child died So, God said to him: Son, I will give you a pair of wings, go find your father.

Wait, can black people fly airplanes?
"Leave tomorrow night, can it be done?"

Balshak frowned, thought about it, and nodded, "Yes, but there is no guarantee that the paint will dry, especially in this weather."

"Then dry it!"

Seeing that the boss was so determined, Balshak could only nod.

"So anxious?" Anatoly was surprised.

"Buyers are more anxious."

"Where's the Il-18? Boss."

Gao Jun glanced at Brother Yier who was "hiding" next to him, and wiped his hair, "I will tell you when the time comes."

This is a commercial secret and cannot be disclosed.

It is unrealistic for Il 18 to fly to the United States to buy pork...

But China next door can!

Pork, kettles, cotton coats, canned food, these can all be purchased in rubles!

At this time, 1 US dollar is roughly equivalent to: 4 RMB.

According to the prices at that time compared with the wages of ordinary people, it was considered very high. Pork reached 2.3 yuan/catties, mutton 2.98 yuan/catties, hairtail fish 4 yuan/catties, and many people only "luxury" it during the Chinese New Year. Put it, you will never buy it in daily life.

Therefore, many people have not necessarily seen color TV. (Anyway, I followed everyone in the yard, and the whole village watched it together.)
Calculated in this way, a piece of Da Tuan Tuan is only about 2 US dollars, but it can buy about 40 catties of rice!

200 US dollars can buy 4000 catties of rice, which is 2 tons? ! (Should be right).

It will definitely be cheaper if the quantity is large.

The trend of the world's factory has emerged.

This matter has to be handed over to Nie Dakuan's family, after all, it is easier to operate as a Chinese.

Balshak went on to keep busy, working as a worker, and it was not easy to make some money.

Gao Jun stood there, took a look, then went back to his room, rejecting Zavodsk's invitation for a drink.

The Soviets are really drinkable!

Father Sun didn't go to work, so they got up to have a drink first.

Back in the dormitory, I lay down on the bed and fell asleep, only to be woken up by knocking on the door at noon.

Gao Jun squeezed his neck and got up, put on his slippers, and opened the door.

Outside stood Tonikov.

"Good morning, boss."

"Good morning, Tony." Gao Jun replied, his voice was a little hoarse, he poured himself a glass of water, gulped it down, and felt a little itchy throat, sat on the sofa, tired, "Damn, I I feel like I have a fever."

"Need a doctor? There are military doctors at the submarine base."

Gao Jun shook his hand, "Military doctors are like veterinarians, they only tell you to drink more water and let you rest more."

Tonikov also agrees with this.

"Is something wrong with you?"

"My comrades in arms are here."

Gao Jun suddenly regained his spirits, "Where is the person?"

"downstairs."

"Man, you should have brought them up." As he said, he put on clothes and shoes on the boat, and gestured, "Wait a minute, I'll wash my face."

Then, he walked into the bathroom, stayed in it for less than a minute, and then walked out, shaking his fingers on the mustache on his chin a few times, "Let's go."

The lower part of the dormitory building is actually a hall, and there is a room next to it, with a sofa in it. Gao Jun stood at the door and looked at it. There were five people sitting in it, including a woman.

She is not pretty, but her tits are not small.

They also turned their heads when they heard the movement, and when they saw Gao Jun, they stood up.

"You're welcome, sit down." Boss Gao has a very gentle temper, and he smiled and motioned them not to restrain themselves, what are you kidding, do you look like the kind of person who wants to eat people?
He glanced at Scottis, who consciously walked to the door and stood there. Whenever someone approached him, he would stretch out his hand to signal him not to approach.

"Please introduce me..." Gao Jun looked at Tonikov and said.

These guys look tough.

Not a good kind!
When Boss Gao saw it, he felt that his little heart was beating fast.

From the looks of it, he still looks too kind.

(End of this chapter)