"Boss, this Asian is too greedy!"

After Gao Jun left, his companions sitting at the table behind came over and complained, and the others nodded in agreement.

“It’s like we’re working for capitalists!”

Miller's head was so full of noise that he looked at one person, "Bruno, what do you think?"

It was a slightly thin blond man with a baby face, holding a cup of coffee and drinking it. When he heard calling him, he raised his head and said, "I think we should hang him!"

"What are you talking about?" my companion said dissatisfied.

Bruno smiled, "Look, you are refuting me, isn't that because you are full of fear of capitalists?"

Before his companion could speak, he continued, "When people are about to starve to death, what we have to care about is not how much money we are worth, but whether we can get enough to fill our stomachs."

Miller sighed when he heard this.

They were really unlucky. When they worked as mercenaries with Umbrella, they didn't get the final payment. Of course, the salary was paid daily, but they were missing thousands of dollars. Later, they found four or five "bosses".

Okay...

Totally bankrupt!

They were dying and running, even two of their team members were killed.

Do you still want these small mercenaries to have pensions?

Moreover, I don’t really think that those who work as mercenaries are all from the special forces. Some of them are even dropouts and troublemaking gangsters who can’t survive in their respective countries and come out to look for opportunities.

Some of them are just for money.

If you are poor, you will want to change, and if you change, you will become even poorer.

Making money is harder than eating shit.

No, just open your mouth to eat shit, but to make money, you have to open your legs.

…

After walking out of the coffee shop, Gao Jun threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, but he didn't control the distance well and it popped out.

He shook his head, his accuracy had been weak recently.

"Aren't you going to say a few words for your friend?" Gao Jun turned around and asked Umbrella with a smile.

"My opinion won't change anything, boss." The Yankee answered truthfully.

Gao Jun looked at him deeply, "You rate Miller's team. You know him better than I do. I trust your vision."

Umbrella half-opened her mouth, then nodded.

When they returned to the exhibition square, Taylor's motorcade happened to be driving over. As soon as it stopped, he saw the latter getting out of the car. He waved to Gao Jun, pressed the door enthusiastically, and saw a black man getting out of the car.

Wearing a suit, I feel a bit like a monkey.

But Gao Jun knew that this was a big customer!

If you want to live a good life, remember, don’t struggle with money.

Even if you call someone a black dog in private and he gives you money, you still have to laugh with him.

A millionaire brother and father...

There is nothing wrong with being hypocritical when you go out to hang out.

"Yuri, let me introduce to you, this is Mr. Hammons Sawyer."

"Hello, Mr. Yuri, I flew over from West Africa when Taylor told me that you had a lot of weapons."

Gao Jun shook hands with him and smiled very confidently, "Actually, before you find me, you should tell your opponents to please burn some money to God and help them reserve a good place in heaven."

In such an active occasion, Hammons did not smile, but was very serious, "I need heavy weapons now, and price is not an issue."

Looking at him like this, he was beaten quite badly.

So much so that he didn't have time to wait for other arms dealers to collect supplies. If he wanted to find an existing supply, it was best to just take it away.

"No problem, come with me." Gao Jun fully demonstrated his resolute side and took the black dog to the tank area.

He has to clear out all the stacked goods in his hand.

Those who do second-hand business cannot stock up on goods.

Mainly because it’s not easy to hide this thing...

"The T-62 main battle tank uses double bulletproof armor of rolled steel and homogeneous armor plates. The main weapon is a 2a20 115mm smoothbore tank gun. The auxiliary weapons are a TM-485 7.62mm parallel machine gun and a ДШКМ 12.7

mm anti-aircraft machine gun, maximum speed 50 kilometers per hour, road range 500 kilometers, off-road range 400 kilometers..."

"Price: 400,000 US dollars per car."

After the collapse of the Soviet Union…

One car costs $15,000! (Readers can also afford it.)

Hammons nodded, but calmly, "Mr. Yuri, do you know about the Golan Heights War?"

Gao Jun's expression suddenly became awkward.

That was the M60 main battle tank used by the US military. In 24 hours, 400 Syrian T-62 tanks were destroyed. This war made people see the weaknesses of the T-62.

When the turret is turned to the front and all windows are closed, the crew cannot observe the rear through the windows; when the turret is turned to the side, the crew's observation range is limited and there are still places that cannot be observed, which creates the possibility for the enemy to use the tank's blind spot to attack.

Chance.

"A tank that is destined to fail on the battlefield is not worth that much money," Hammons said.

"Is your opponent the US military?" Gao Jun asked rhetorically.

If so, he is ready to sell the coffin.

"Weapons are just tools in the hands of generals. War is an art of command. Everyone will grow old, but tools for killing people will never. They are destined to serve longer than people, and they are also more loyal than people. And

, they don’t need any pension.”

Hammons interrupted: "Liberian fighters don't need it either."

Gao Jun's boastful talk stopped abruptly. He had forgotten that anyone could be a soldier in that place.

However, can they gather enough soldiers to drive tanks?

"A car costs 300,000 US dollars, and I want it all." Hammons said, "I don't want to make meaningless bargains here. My people are waiting for me to go back and arm them." He said while taking something out of his pocket.

Take out a bag and pour the contents into your left hand.

It’s a diamond!

Liberia is a major diamond exporter.

This little thing sparkles in the sun.

Gao Jun's breathing became a little rapid.

Some people say that diamonds are the stupidest investment in the world. They may be speculated by capital, but they are originally liked by consumers.

"Sir, I have 34 tanks, these diamonds are not enough." Gao Jun said without looking away.

"I don't want those T55s. They are old. Even if you put a chicken on them, they can operate. Apart from occupying the lane, I can't think of any advantages about them."

"Uh... they can reduce your casualties."

"Yuri, in West Africa, the young people in a village are not worth a tank. As long as there are weapons and money, we can continuously replenish troops. There are too many men in that place. Of course, women can also go to the battlefield, but

Their salary is only one-third of what men are paid," Hammons said.

What a shabby place.

"They were choosing some rocket launchers and AK47s for me. They said your guns are great."

"First-hand goods from the Soviet Union. By the way, if you want to transport it, you need to pay extra. Depending on the route and safety level, it will cost 250,000 US dollars in freight. Do you want it?" Gao Jun suddenly raised his head and asked, his eyes very hopeful.

"We have rented a cargo ship at Jeddah Port. You can just get the goods there when the time comes."

Hey~

It's so hard to make some money.

After making an appointment with Hammons, he seemed to have other things to do, so he hurriedly asked Taylor to send someone to drive him somewhere else.

"Yuri, you are rich again. Tanks are really profitable." Taylor was also very excited.

"I don't like selling tanks, I prefer selling guns!" Gao Jun shook his head.

"Why?"

"Tanks are difficult to transport. When you float on the sea for a month, the war is over."

unless…
Chapter completed!