On the way to the hotel, Taylor gave full play to his eloquence.

When he got off the car, Gao Jundu even felt "the lingering sound".

"Yuri, Blair is an unprincipled bastard..."

"When did we talk about principles when doing business?" Boss Gao looked at him, "Taylor, don't say I didn't take care of your business. I can give you the goods in proportion this time, but next time, I have to choose carefully.

People."

Gao Jun turned around and left, but stopped and turned around, "By the way, what room are we in?"

"213!"

"Thanks."

Taylor looked at the other person's back and felt a headache. He originally took him there just to let him see his connections, but who knew... he would be snatched away when he changed hands.

Faknima!

After getting on the elevator, Gao Jun stood at the door, untied his tie, expressionless.

No matter who you have trouble with, you can't have trouble with interests.

adults…

Don't be embarrassed. If you are thin-skinned, you won't make money.

…

Steamboat whistle.

Startled by the waves.

The already busy port of Jeddah seemed particularly crowded today.

I saw a tall, thick-set local man with an earmuff amplifier and a small steel cylinder in his hand, shouting in Arabic, "GP-25 40mm gun-mounted grenade launcher! The Soviet special forces always have it."

, this is the smallest "mortar in the world!" This is not what I said, the Afghans said it."

"The original price is 399 US dollars. Now we don't want 299 or 199! Just place the order on the spot and pay on the spot. I tell you, you can take it away with 99 US dollars. Yes, you heard it right, 99 US dollars..."

"Install it under this AK47, look..." He raised the gun as he spoke, shocking the onlookers in front of him. "Don't be afraid, there are no shells installed, but if it is installed, the two-story small

The building can collapse in one go!"

This is absolutely false propaganda!

Can…

No one is coming to arrest him.

Even the police stood nearby and watched with interest. They had received orders not to cause trouble.

"Today I bring you benefits. Our boss said that you must feel our enthusiasm. A grenade launcher with AK4730 rounds, and we will give you 2 more magazines, the price is 666 US dollars!"

"How do you like this benefit? Do you think it's too little? So, if we give you another 30 rounds of ammunition, why aren't you satisfied?"

The onlookers below looked confused.

We looked at each other, did any of us say anything?

"In this case, for an additional $60, we will give you a vog-25p air-explosion grenade nicknamed "Frog" with a killing radius of 6 meters. It is definitely worth the money!"

…

"Is this the sales method you came up with?" In a cafe not far from the port, Taylor, who was leaning against the window, listened to the "hysterical" sales method and felt...stunned.

Can an arms dealer still sell goods like this?

Gao Jun drank some black tea, put on a pair of sunglasses, crossed his legs, looked at the Saudis who were free to play, and said with a smile, "Isn't it great? Arms have never been a high-end thing. We should let more

People understand that with a small payment, you can easily buy your friend a ticket to see God."

"Times are changing and we cannot be left behind."

Taylor spread his hands. He still said he couldn't understand, but he knew what he was in charge of. He pulled up his chair and said with excitement, "Yuri, I contacted a customer yesterday. He is very interested in helicopters and tanks."

"Where did it come from?"

"Liberia."

"This stuff I got isn't cheap, man."

"They are not short of money. It is the poor who are short of money, not the government."

"Where? When?"

"According to the time, he can come to the exhibition in Jubail."

After hearing this, Gao Jun looked at his watch and nodded, "I will wait for him. How is the layout of the exhibition?"

He originally came to actually deliver goods to Nasser in name, but found that due to the deepening of the Gulf War, outside the war, many speculators had poured in from other countries as bystanders.

I saw a lot of them at Harold's birthday party yesterday.

There are also some Europeans.

Are they here for their honeymoon?

It is said that Blair's black French client is a blood bank businessman, and there are many industries that breed war.

In 1915, Colonel Robertson discovered that adding sodium citrate to blood could prevent blood from coagulating. Later, he discovered that refrigeration could preserve blood for a longer period of time, thus making him rich.

Sending blood to hospitals in war zones is also a hugely profitable business.

Those wounded always need blood transfusions, right?

Does it lose to Pepsi? (Delicious heresy!)

Never underestimate human beings’ pursuit of wealth. Capitalists can even sell the rope with which they hang themselves!

If Asians need a bit of western style on their coins, some will even put a Kennedy on them.

certainly…

Local banks also charge money for transfers.

The satellite phone on the table rang, and Gao Jun picked it up, "Hello, okay, are you here?" He glanced out the window and saw a freighter that was at least one circle bigger than the World.

The flute sailed into the port.

"I'm at the port, okay, I'll come out."

Boss Gao raised his eyes towards Taylor, pointed outside, walked out with the phone, and saw Umbrella and his party coming down the spiral staircase.

"Thank you!" He went up and gave the latter a hug, "Did it go well?"

"I met pirates on the road, but they were repelled."

"I really don't understand how they can think of using assault boats to attack large ships of tens of thousands of tons!" Newcomer Alva joked next to him, "Do they think they are Schwarzenegger?"

"So, this is the meaning of the existence of arms dealers!" Gao Jun looked at him and said with a smile.

"Boss, General Harold is here." Tonikov said next to him.

"Scottish, take the guys to rest. I'll give you a day off today. Don't worry, I will make arrangements here."

Umbrella nodded. They were indeed a little tired. The long-term drifting at sea made him feel a little dizzy even standing on the ground.

A Rolls-Royce Silver Spur drove into the port.

Harold got out of the car, followed by a young man.

"Hey, Yuri..."

"Good morning, sir."

Harold clapped his hands excitedly and directly explained his purpose, "I heard you have a Mi-17 here?"

The news is quite good.

"There are two. General, are you interested?"

"I'm your matchmaker. This is Morsay, my nephew, a military procurement officer. He is very interested."

Such a young senior official.

There must be different blood flowing in the blood.

"Hello, Mr. Morsay." Gao Jun's smile was particularly cordial.

The other party shook hands with him and spoke fluent English. Gao Jun couldn't help but praise him.

"I just graduated from Harvard, and this is my first time negotiating alone. Mr. Yuri, it must be very difficult to get the Mi-17."

Want to trick me?

"The most difficult thing in this world is how to make an extra dollar from smart customers, especially for top students like you. My role is to deliver the goods you like."

Morsay laughed at this flattery and pointed at the cafe, "How about taking us to visit?"

"Of course! Please come with me."
Chapter completed!