My Arms Dealer Career

Chapter 98 Thank you, Mr. Gao!
Six thirty in the afternoon.

The sky in San Francisco was suddenly overcast, and then it began to rain sparsely.

After dinner, a group of people watched TV around.

"The Simpsons"

Watching his son be good at skateboarding, spray paint graffiti, often make harassing phone calls and tease Moe in the bar with word games.

But try Bart who was strangled by his father Homer's anger.

A typical character who weighs more than 230 pounds (more than 104 kilograms), simple-minded, and short-tempered, seems to be full of violence.

It started broadcasting on December 1989, 12, and soon occupied every family.

Of course, some people reported that it was violent and easy to lead bad children.

Fox Broadcasting Company was also very tough, almost pointing and scolding: "CNMB, you have too many things to do."

Gao Jun stood at the door, smoking a cigarette, but looking at his watch from time to time.

"Ah Jun, what do you have to do tonight?" Nie Dakuan turned his head and asked suddenly.

"I'll go out later, I have some business."

"Going out at night? San Francisco is not safe these two days. My mahjong players have reduced their activities, so don't go out if there is nothing to do." Aunt Biao also said.

"It's okay, Tonikov and the others are with me."

Nie Dakuan took a deep look. He felt that the other party didn't keep his words in mind, which made his eyes full of worry.

The cousin also looked at her husband.

"Be careful on the road."

After two minutes, Nie Dakuan spoke.

Gao Jun nodded, and walked out. Alva held an umbrella, stepped over the rain puddle, and helped open the door. After the boss got in, he walked around to the driver's seat and put the umbrella away in a hurry.

Start the car, go away in the dark.

"Don't think about it, Ah Jun is also an adult, he knows what he is doing, and your business is also very busy recently, go to rest early."

"Business? I don't know where my business comes from? It was all given by Huo Bingkun and President Shi. Isn't it for Ah Jun's face?"

He lives very clearly.

But his tone was also a bit boring. He opened a law firm in Chinatown. The business was lukewarm, and he was satisfied. The sudden good business did not make him feel happy at all.

"I'm afraid he'll learn bad things!"

Nie Zhenbang next to him couldn't help it anymore, "Dad, the golden belt for killing people and setting fires, and laying bridges and roads without corpses. If our family can gain some experience from decades of development, it is in the United States. Be shameless than others."

"You bastard, what are you talking about? Believe it or not, I slapped you against the wall, and I couldn't even slap you off!"

Nie Zhenbang shivered in fright, but still stiffened his neck, "Am I right? Money is the best thing in the world. It can make you forget your troubles, sorrows, and pains. Although this is only temporary, but I Now I need money to anesthetize myself, and everyone needs it."

"Say it again, I won't beat you to death today."

……

The Ford rolled over the puddle and made a splash.

This car was bought.

Used for commuting in San Francisco.

Gao Jun looked out the window and saw the pattering raindrops hitting the lathe, and a homeless man could be seen in the corner of the building outside.

Everyone is busy, busy living or busy dying, there are only two choices.

Gao Jun lowered his head, slowly peeled off the outer packaging of chewing gum, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Life is so bitter.

I also want sugar.

I don't fight, but I don't have mine.

Understand?

Not cruel, no share.

When I turned a corner, I saw a brightly lit funeral home. On the road outside, I saw people wearing raincoats and holding umbrellas, standing around. Even police vehicles could be seen in the distance, but no police were seen.

At a distance of two hundred meters, a cordon was pulled up.

The Ford car was blocked, and I saw a younger brother coming, looked at the back seat, "Boss, we need to walk."

Gao Jun nodded.

Tonikov got out of the car and helped him with the umbrella.

"Mr. Gao." As soon as he shouted, he saw Huo Bingkun bringing a dozen younger brothers over, standing in the rain, and they all bowed, "Mr. Gao."

The voice was not low, there were still many people around, all of them looked over in surprise, some of them knew the way, and whispered to each other.

"That's all there are?"

"There are more than two hundred people around. As long as there is a problem, everyone will lie in a coffin tonight!"

Gao Jun smiled, "Harmony makes money, and harmony makes money."

The two walked towards the funeral home side by side.

"This old man is dead, and he is still so handsome." Huo Bingkun said.

"Death is the greatest thing, we must respect him appropriately."

"About 18 Asian community groups came today, and even Italians and Yankees sent people here."

"It's a big scene, but you have to enjoy it while you're alive, or else, when you die, someone else will enjoy it for you."

"I heard that Master Tuo found a 19-year-old concubine..."

"Old but strong!"

The two chatted without looking at anyone, walked up the steps, and stood at the door, they could hear the voices of people inside. Sitting at the door were a few middle-aged people wearing black gauze, holding brushes and writing on the floor. ledger.

This is called: favor!
"Myanmar Wanhe, Ruan Qiming 6 silk gold!" King Kong stood at the door and shouted. Each embarrassing.

Associations have their own ways of living.

"Mr. Gao, do we want to go together?"

"No need, I'll do it myself."

Huo Bingkun nodded, handed over the white bag he had prepared, and said his name. The person who carried the pen paused, and nodded to King Kong who called the door.

"Chinatown Quansheng Hall, Huo Bingkun 2 silk gold!"

It can be clearly felt that the sound inside stopped.

Gao Jun also put the prepared silk gold on the table.

"you are?"

"Just write Mr. Gao."

Mr. Ledger nodded hesitantly.

"Mr. Gao 2 silk gold!"

If Gao Jun can pay so much money, Master Tuo should die in peace.

When the two walked in with Ma Zai, they saw a huge portrait, beside which were kneeling several family members dressed in mourning, weeping and weeping.

There were many people standing on both sides, all in black.

And there were four old men who were about the same age as Master Tuo sitting upright. When they saw them coming in, they had different expressions.

"He is Huo Bingkun? From Chinatown?"

"That's Mr. Gao? What's his real name?"

"What the hell is that bastard who came out of nowhere? I feel that the second master must have known something when he was called. I heard that Master Tuo died after he came out of him. This kid must be suspicious."

After receiving the incense, the two stood up and bowed.

"Aren't you kneeling down!" Someone next to me suddenly shouted, as if in unison, "Kneel down! Kneel down!"

Huo Bingkun had an ugly expression, looking at the white-haired old man who was sitting, "Second Master, what do you mean?"

The second master was full of energy, with a ruddy complexion, and was wearing a white mandarin jacket.

"Hmph, I don't understand any reason. Do you still have seniors in your eyes? Could it be that Master Tuo can't you kneel down? I see you are very guilty."

Those European and American representatives stood beside them with a smile on their faces.

On the contrary, the leaders of the associations belonging to Asia are all watching with covetous eyes.

"Akun, how did Master Tuo die?"

"You ask me, who do I ask? Do you want to find a sorceress to invite the old man up for you to ask? A Biao!" Huo Bingkun stared and said, turning his head to look at the second master, who also looked at him fiercely.

There is a big urge to ask someone to go up and hack him to death if there is a disagreement.

"Don't worry, harmony makes money, harmony makes money..." Gao Jun said with a smile, stopped Huo Bingkun, walked up, and stretched out his hand, "Second Master..."

"Who are you? You deserve to be called the second master? Have you ever seen someone who came to a funeral home to shake hands with a dead body? There are no rules, someone's bastard." The second master hummed.

Gao Jun's palm was hanging in the air.

The people next to him pointed and smiled.

"You're embarrassing me, Second Master, save face and make money with kindness."

"Who the hell are you? Mr. Gao? You don't even dare to call out the dog's name, to save you face? Kneel down and kowtow three times, and I will shake your hand for the second master." A long-haired man standing behind The man came out, pointed and said.

"You are very rude." Gao Jun shook his head.

"Impolite? Your mother taught you..."

The tattoo on his chest was still looming, and he was talking about taking a knife out of his pocket.

In the middle of saying this, Gao Jun grabbed his head, took out a Makarov, pressed it against his chest and fired three or four times.

This is called passive counterattack!

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
"Spoken words will kill you."

This sudden change made people's complexion change suddenly. The boys next to them took out their weapons and were about to fight back. They saw Tonikov, Alva and Huo Bingkun's dozen younger brothers take out Stechkin APS.

Bancroft went too far, taking out a KS-23!

Because he was tall and big, he was wearing a windbreaker, which completely covered him up.

Gao Jun took the KS-23 and squirted at the portrait.

"Damn it, I came here to talk about making money by making peace. If you don't give me face, then don't talk about it. Talk about your mother's size!"

With the next shot, the altar was directly destroyed.

The gun was aimed at Second Master, who trembled.

"Second Master? Do you think you are Guan Gong? Tell you, Guan Gong will die if you meet him today!"

"There are police outside!"

Before the second master finished speaking, he heard a spray, and his head exploded!
"Are you scaring me? Come out to mess around and scare you?"

The corpse slowly slid down...

Everyone was shocked, terrified, and silent.

The heavy rain outside could completely cover up the gunshots, and what the association hates most is the police, Jianghu affairs, Jianghu.

"Now, can we make money with harmony?" Gao Jun asked with a smile, "If you keep silent, I will take it as your agreement."

He threw KS-23 back to Bancroft, and went to the altar to get a banana, "Sorry, I'm hungry, I'll eat one, anyway, Tuo couldn't eat it, and today's time is unlucky, next time I'll give you a banana." Father, they will do it together."

Gao Jun took a bite, pulled a chair over, and sat in the middle, "Let me re-introduce, my name is Gao Jun, businessman, Capricorn..."

"I'm here to discuss business. I have a weapon in my hand. Akun's AK is my product. This KS-23 is my product. If you want it, I can give it to you at a low price. The AK will sell you 300 dollars. How much the price depends on your ability, how about it!"

Talk about... business!
Come here with a spray gun to discuss business?
"Several uncles, what do you say?" Huo Bingkun looked at the remaining old men, their expressions were all ugly, this time...it was really embarrassing.

In fact, many of them are disciples and grandchildren, and everyone in the same circle respects the rules, but if they do this, who the hell still respects the rules?
"Akun, we came out to hang out, talking about the superiority and inferiority, etiquette, righteousness and shame, are you forcing the palace today?"

Huo Bingkun chuckled, "Third Master, you are old Huangli. Now everyone is out to mess around, who is not for money. Fight today and die on the street tomorrow. It's too miserable. Brothers all have wives and children to support, just say Tuo Grandpa is dead, I heard that his 19-year-old outer room, you old bastards started staring at him."

"Beating and killing, even being cuckolded after death, tsk tsk tsk, is this called a brother?"

The old men whose shorts had been ripped off looked livid.

"If you don't have money, you have to be like that land lord, huddled in a bad temple. If you have money, the cross of Jesus will be exchanged for you to make gold. Brothers come out of the country, do you still let you stand on top of your head and shit? Your time has passed, and when you are old, you should retire, hug your grandson, don’t worry about it, come out to hang out, or else someone else will pick it up for you.”

"Akun, what do you mean by that!"

"It's nothing. I asked people to take the children to play with toys. They are very happy. As grandpas, you don't know how to take care of them. If you bump into them...who knows for sure."

There is something in Huo Bingkun's words.

The old uncles who had been beating a series of beatings felt sad for a while.

"I'm a businessman. Anyone can do business. Today I sell to the Democrats, and tomorrow I sell to the Republicans. However, I must first ensure my interests, money, and everyone earns together. I eat meat, and you drink soup. It's refreshing enough."

No matter if they are black or white, no one is stupid if they can come out of the country and stand firm. In fact, everyone knows that with so many people, as long as someone dares to shoot, they will definitely be killed.

But why not?

My life!

Fighting and killing is not a long-term solution after all.

Because of the suppression of associations in the United States, they began their transformation very early, and even completed corporatization earlier than associations in other Asian countries.

Everyone is hanging on: the president of such and such company, senior assistants and so on.

What do you mainly do?
Of course it's my job.

The adult industry, protection money, smuggling…

There are a few old men domineering above their heads, who is happy?
They have to pay to support them, their relatives and friends, etc. Now that the economy is so poor, who is not under great pressure?
Come out to hang out, all for a bite of food.

Loyalty?

How much is it worth?

"What you said is true?" Finally someone couldn't hold back and said.

"Of course, I am the most trustworthy person. However, what I can promise you is to get the goods for 300 US dollars, but I will only sell them to Akun. In the future, you will find him if you have anything to do."

There must be a big sale under the general distribution.

Moreover, the more entangled his and Akun's interests are, the less likely he will be to betray. If everyone treats everyone equally, hehehe...

The one who died must be Gao Jun!
Relatives are divided into distant and near, and of course making money is also divided into strangers.

All the bosses present looked at Huo Bingkun, with deep envy hidden in their eyes. They all knew that the price the other party got would definitely be lower, which was equivalent to continuously sucking blood from them.

Can…

Who made them stand with Mr. Gao?

"I will withdraw from the San Francisco market in the future. As for the share, you can choose it yourself, but you don't need to fight, and other nearby cities can also be considered." Huo Bingkun also has good eyesight. The wild dogs snatched the food.

Gao Jun glanced at him with admiration in his eyes.

He likes that the other party knows how to advance and retreat.

Greedy, yes, but too greedy, you will suffer.

Sure enough, Huo Bingkun's concession made everyone's eyes shine.

"To join, you need to pay a deposit of 10 yuan. If you don't do it, you will get it back at that time." Gao Jun said.

This is called rapid accumulation of funds.

In the future, a VIP dealer system may be established, with 30 second-tier dealers and 60 first-tier dealers. At that time, the deposit will be more, and the funds available for oneself will also be more.

I am not a liar.

He will deliver.

He needs to use the money for management, especially to buy goods from Diegoski, so he must put some money in.

10 US dollars can still be picked out by the bigwigs here.

"Soviet goods, you can find Akun for anything you want, tanks, planes, helicopters, as long as you can afford it, you have it. Just be careful, don't get caught by the CIA."

"Mr. Gao, can we?" Those Italians and Yankees who came to give gifts can more or less understand Chinese.

When they heard this, they were also a little moved.

American goods are too expensive!

As an association, you have to consider the cost, right?
You charge hundreds of dollars for protection, and hundreds of dollars for bullets, so what are you doing?
Forget about selling rice rolls at home!
"Of course, I'm a businessman. I do business with anyone. As long as you hand over the deposit, you will be treated equally in the future!"

"OKOK!" The Italian made a gesture and started calling people to send money, and the Yankees were not to be outdone.

"Mr. Gao, I want to enter. This is the deposit." Someone throws the money on the table, and someone starts, that's convenient.

If there is even a lack of money, they will go up and ask the accountant to get the key money back first, and say that they will make up together when the second master serves the wine.

Mr. Ledger and King Kong, who had never seen such a scene before, were dumbfounded. This money... can I still ask for it back?

"Old man, I will give it together next time, don't hesitate, return it to me!"

"Give, give."

...

Over $200 million in cash was immediately superimposed on the table.

This shows that 20 associations on the scene have joined this "small interest" group.

"In the future, everyone will be brothers who eat together. The unhappiness in the past was just a misunderstanding. Come on, I'll be the host and go out to drink." Huo Bingkun raised his hand and shouted.

"Okay! Brother Kun is domineering!"

Did you see that the calling method has changed.

"What about the things here?" Someone also pointed to the two corpses.

"I've found someone to do it, and I have a bonus of 1 US dollars a year, who is willing to do it." Huo Bingkun said very familiarly.

"Boss, I'm coming!"

A young man walked out of another club.

"Ah Biao, don't worry, I will take care of your family members, and after they come out, I will let you plant the flag!" His boss also promised.

Gao Jun was naturally not stingy, he grabbed some money and threw it to him, "Take it, settle down, if you have something to do in the future, come to me, don't worry, there will be a lawyer to exonerate you."

This one is at least [-] to [-] US dollars.

Who wouldn't be jealous when he was a younger brother?

"Thank you, Mr. Gao."

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　ps: [-] words! !Solved it today, my back is sore, hey~ the bridesmaid looks good.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)