Tallinn in the early morning.

The air is very fresh.

Gao Jun ran around the small playground for several kilometers, with Umbrella following behind. As an arms dealer, you must be physically fit. At least you must be able to run when running.

When the United States launched a war, how many agents and arms dealers were killed? It was because of my lack of physical fitness. As long as I ran faster than the local armed leaders, I was not the one who died.

After returning to the dormitory, the orderly brought breakfast.

Two slices of oatmeal bread, two eggs, half a cup of milk, and a sweet potato.

"Are supplies so scarce?" Gao Jun said to the orderly in surprise, and the other party smiled awkwardly.

Don't embarrass him. What can a soldier know?

Wave your hand and let him go out.

"It seems that the cans we brought should be more valuable." Gao Jun looked at Umbrella and said, already preparing to increase the price.

A gun that originally cost 10 cans is now worth five cans.

What is this called?

Take advantage of the situation!

Gao Jun peeled the egg shell, took a bite, pressed the numbers on the satellite phone according to the business card with his middle finger, and clicked play.

"Hey, this is Taylor." The fat man's energetic voice sounded from the opposite side, which made people feel good when they heard it.

"Hey, buddy, I'm Yuri." Gao Jun leaned over and said.

The person on the other side shouted excitedly when he heard this, "Oh my god, who called me? Yuri, you are famous in the Rub al-Khali Desert and Kuwait."

"What's going on?"

"Did you sell a batch of 107 rocket launchers? Nasser of the Fetul tribe organized a group of people to blow up the Iraqi airport in Al-Jehra Province, destroying a total of 17 Fish Nest fighter jets (J-7m

21), you are famous!”

Taylor was more excited than Gao Jun.

Now, Mr. Gao knows why Nasser urged him to deliver the goods. You are causing trouble everywhere, and the Iraqis won't retaliate against you?

Well done though!

Only if you get into trouble can I make money.

I am responsible for providing weapons, and you are responsible for paying people to cause trouble and beat people up (and get beaten up).

"Iraq is offering a reward of US$5,000 to find you." Taylor said, but could you hide the gloating in his tone?

Good guy, you were hacked, why are you looking for me, the kitchen knife seller?

Gao Jun feels a little uncomfortable...

The main reason is that I was "misunderstood" by others. In this way, I can't go to Iraq to sell weapons?

tmd, what the hell are you doing!

"Will you report me for this little money?" Gao Jun said abruptly. The last time he said this, Paul was still alive.

Tyler smiled, "Man, you calling me means I can make more money, doesn't it?"

The expression on Boss Gao's face softened a lot.

Listen, this is a businessman, you need to have a long-term perspective.

"I want to hold a weapons exhibition, preferably in Jubail..."

"Is it a new weapon?"

"No, a batch of Soviet goods."

Taylor immediately understood that Yuri was trying to use means to smuggle. He pondered for a moment, "If it's not a new weapon, I'm afraid I have to change the application form. What do you think will happen when the Warsaw Pact military weapons are displayed?"

See, professionals!

"Okay, how much will it cost to do what you want?"

"1% of the market price of the goods."

"Are you robbing?" The cigarette Gao Jun was about to hold fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up, blew on the filter a few times, and stuffed it into his mouth again.

"Man, this is a labor charge. Don't worry, when your goods enter Saudi Arabia, no one will go up to inspect them, and they will even be covered with a layer of cloth if you need them. These are not a problem." Taylor assured, patting his chest.

.

"1% is too much. I am not doing this business alone..."

"Then add one more mouth. It's a simple arithmetic problem, isn't it?"

Gao Jun pressed his little finger against his teeth, and when he was about to speak, he heard the other party continue to say, "Moreover, we can introduce you to more high-quality customers. In the eastern and southern Mediterranean regions, even if God comes here, he will write us a letter of cooperation."

."

The awesome braggadocio is awesome.

But what if it's true?

That area…

There are many big dog owners.

Saudi Arabia, Iran, Iraq, Kuwait, United Arab Emirates…

Looking at the names one by one, it says in big letters: RICH!

Gao Jun must be tempted. As long as he gets a high-quality customer, his channel will be stable. "Is the customer success rate 100%?"

"Of course not! We will just recommend you to them. Of course, the higher the consumption with us, the faster your priority may be. Others' letters of introduction are on the desk of the Procurement Minister, and you may appear in the President's Office.

Have coffee with them."

Such a familiar routine.

vip customer?!

Isn’t this what banks do?

But there is a saying that is right, the poor have their own circles, and the rich have their own ways of playing. The greatest wealth you can think of may be that the emperor is farming in the palace with a golden hoe.

But when you donate money to win the title, you will have the opportunity to meet the emperor. Who gave you the opportunity?

money!

When you have this thing, wild dogs like Taylor will pounce on you. I have to say that you need such a "guide".

"Can I pay later?"

"Of course. I believe in your credibility. Call me two days in advance and I will arrange for someone to pick you up."

"I wish us a happy cooperation." Gao Jun said with a smile.

"Definitely!"

…

lie.

The satellite phone was thrown on the table. Gao Jun raised his head and took a breath of cigarette. Taylor's breath was so loud that the background looked very deep.

Isn't this bad?

Of course!

Problems that can be solved with money are not called problems. Using your own brain is very harmful to brain cells and will get old very quickly.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was a knock on the door. Umbrella went to open the door and saw the orderly standing at the door, "Mr. Yuri, the colonel is back and wants you to go downstairs."

"Okay."

Gao Jun nodded and picked up the lighter on the table. Men should never forget this thing wherever they go. If there is smoke but no fire, it is difficult to achieve positive results. If there is fire but no smoke, it is difficult to become an immortal.

When I walked downstairs, I saw two Mi-17s on a transport truck.

"Oh! That's great!" Gao Jun couldn't help shouting, raised his hand, and threw a cigarette over, "Diegoski, you are simply great."

After not seeing each other all night, the colonel's eyes were scarlet and he looked very tired. He lowered his voice and said, "Damn it, that logistics minister doesn't charge money, but I know his wife likes gold. I sold her 30,000 rubles of gold. She told me

I found evidence of her husband’s corruption, and then...I got the destruction documents for these two Mi-17s.”

He said, handing over a document stamped with a red seal.

It clearly states that two Mi-17s collided due to operational errors, resulting in one death and three injuries.

"Is anyone else dead?" Gao Jun asked doubtfully.

"Just find any unlucky guy and cancel his military registration, but that poor little guy obviously doesn't know that he is "dead". The logistics department asked me to solve this problem." Diegoski pointed to a truck standing in the truck.

The man next to me.

Gao Jun looked in the direction of his finger and saw a young man with fluffy hair and a very sexy mustache standing, looking a little at a loss.

"How do you want to deal with him?"

"Give him a sum of money and tell him to get out, and you will pay for it!" Diegoski said.

Gao Jun's temples were about to explode, and he asked me to pay again. He put his hands on his hips, lowered his head and frowned, then walked over, "Hey, buddy, what's your name?"

The other party is a bit silly and cute.

"Victor, sir."

"Victor Butt!"
Chapter completed!