"Yuri, do you really plan to give this gift?"

After getting off the car, Taylor kept asking questions. He was also stimulated by Gao Jun's unconstrained ideas.

"When you come to a friend's house, you can't be stingy."

"I can't embarrass you." Gao Jun spread his hands.

Did you see that someone who is considerate of others and a boss who is introverted and humble are indeed role models in the world and I will reward you with a favor.

Tyler shook his head, confused.

Asians either pretend to be shit or just knowledge, unlike black people, who pretend to be full of mosaic.

To be honest, Gao Jun came to Gou Dahu's villa for the first time.

The decoration is very desert-style, and there is a small high-rise building in the yard next to it. The white stairs go directly to the roof, and you can see the scenery below.

There were already a few scattered people in the yard.

There are also servants roasting camels in front of a huge oven.

"Tyler!"

As soon as the two of them entered, a familiar person approached him, holding coconut milk in his hand, and gave him a kiss on his face affectionately.

"You're here so early, Charles, let me introduce you, this is my friend..." Taylor's voice suddenly stopped, and he turned to look at Gao Jun.

Damn, I forgot my full name.

"Nicholas Yuri, good evening, sir." Gao Jun stretched out his hand and said politely.

"Benjamin Charles." The other party shook his hand twice and smiled politely.

"I heard that Blair signed a big client, a Frenchman, and he will come over tonight." Charles looked at Taylor and said in a meaningful tone, "You have to be careful."

"French people? Since the death of de Gaulle, there has never been a man again..." Taylor said very calmly.

Gao Jun glanced.

Don't say this out loud, otherwise...they will surrender before being knocked down by you!

Gao Jun doesn't want to get involved in this kind of nonsense.

Other people's affairs have nothing to do with him.

He is here to make money, not to play palace battles.

When Taylor says, "Friends," does that mean he is really a friend?

If I were wearing jeans at the beginning, I might fight over these two "words", but now I wear a suit, speak politely, and talk about interests.

It's so comfortable to sit down and drink coffee.

After about ten minutes, there were more and more people, and the courtyard was filled with people. Taylor was familiar with some people, but everyone was in a circle, and they just held up coconut milk to signal each other.

But when someone appeared at the door, Gao Jun clearly felt that Taylor's expression was a bit solemn. Looking over, he saw a middle-aged man with blond hair, very manly, wearing a black shirt, and a Frenchman beside him.

, why can it be seen?

Because he is of mixed race.

Do you think that the name Africa overseas is called in vain?

The other party had a bald head, and as soon as he came in, his eyes began to wander around the female guest.

really…

The genes of black dogs think about just that.

The other party also had an acquaintance, so he came in and walked around.

"Does he look like a bitch, socializing around?" Taylor suddenly asked.

Gao Jun chuckled, "Then you can ask him how much he costs per night, and then tell him to get lost."

While the two were talking, Blair also saw Taylor and was startled, but still raised his hand to say hello in a gentlemanly manner.

Gao Jun thought Taylor would ignore him, but who knows, he raised his hand and said with a smile in English, "*gram* your* mother***"

Damn desire to win!

After about a few minutes, the birthday boy, Major General Harold, came out. His belly was at least a few months old. He was wearing a big gold chain and ten fingers full of "money"!

"The diamond on his left thumb cost 2.1 million U.S. dollars." Taylor said next to him.

Gao Jun watched with eager eyes.

What the hell…

So rich!

Harold took the microphone from the attendant's hand. His voice was thick, like a fat man's gasping voice. He spoke in Arabic, nothing more than welcoming everyone to his birthday, blah blah blah.

Anyway…

Gao Jun couldn't understand.

After talking a lot, the bearded men next to him cheered, and he also raised his hands to applaud symbolically.

"Yuri, let me take you to meet the major general." Taylor said quickly when he saw Blair passing by.

Gao Jun took a sip of coconut milk and then walked over slowly.

Chuchuchu!

Suddenly he heard a burst of gunfire, which made him shrink back and widen his eyes. Not far away, he saw four or five bearded men holding AK47s and shooting into the sky while cheering.

Hold!

Can this be played casually?

Sooner or later there will be a fire.

Gao Jun muttered and followed Taylor.

Blair was already chatting with the other party over there, and Taylor was not in a hurry. He stood quietly beside him with a smile like a gentleman. Do you think he was really stupid and didn't rush forward?

Besides leaving a rude impression, what else can it do?

When they were happy talking, they took advantage of the gap and said, "Major General Harold, I wish you a happy birthday."

"Thank you, Taylor, for coming to my birthday when you have time. I'm very happy." Harold clinked the glasses with him, then looked at Gao Jun, "Is this the friend you brought?"

"Hubaak bless his eternal servant, good evening, respected major general." Gao Jun gave the other party a set of titles very politely.

These all speak to Harold's psychology, "Asians? I like Asians very much. They are very polite."

"Respecting others is our habit."

Did you see how humble...

"The people you brought? What do they do?" Blair looked at Taylor and said.

"I don't believe it, you don't know."

The two looked at each other, and Blair spread his hands, "We actually don't need to be so nervous."

"It's you who are messing with my business!" Taylor said in a low voice, with a very unkind tone, "I didn't shoot you directly with a gun. I have been patient for a long time."

"Don't you dare." Blair said with a smile.

The two of them were at odds with each other.

"General..." Suddenly, he saw the guard at the door running over in a hurry, with a bit of panic and surprise on his face. His appearance made the guests turn their heads and look surprised.

Harold frowned. He felt that his subordinate was too rude.

"What's up?"

"Outside...there's a tank outside!" the guard gasped.

Harold was startled and his expression changed. Some guests nearby who were familiar with Arabic also heard this and started talking about it.

When Gao Jun heard their discussion, he stood up and said, "General, I'm sorry, this is a gift I gave you. It's quite big."

"A gift?" Harold looked at him and blinked.

The guests' eyes finally focused on Gao Jun for the first time. Originally they were just curious about an Asian, but now they are more...question marks.

"Please let my people drive in. You can rest assured that it will be absolutely safe."

Harold hesitated, nodded, and spoke to the guard.

The latter hurriedly ran outside the door, and then heard the sound of tracks pressing across the floor. The valuable ground was a little cracked, and saw a T55 driving in, its muzzle tilted upward.

Then their favorite green color was hung on both sides of the car, symbolizing the meaning of life, and it was written in Arabic: "!?????????????????? (Congratulations to Harold

Happy birthday, sir!)

And on the right side it says:!?????????????????????(Your new friend, Nicholas Yuri!)

The crowd fell silent for a while.

Taylor's scalp felt numb.

This gift…

It's really shocking.

For birthday, give me a tank.

Starting from today, Nicholas Yuri’s name is completely famous!
Chapter completed!