San Francisco, Chaoshan Restaurant.

Huo Bingkun, dressed in a crisp suit, stood by the window like a knife, holding a peony in his hand. This cigarette was cooler and cheaper to smoke.

He frowned, thinking deeply about what Gao Jun had just said to him.

"You also have to pay attention to your own people."

This is obviously a reminder that there is an internal problem?

How did he know?

Huo Bingkun is a suspicious person. In fact, everyone who climbs to a high position by unscrupulous means has more or less evil in his heart.

I'm afraid that the younger brother below will defeat him!

For the Chinese, the princes, generals and ministers would rather have their own kind, but they have been fighting for thousands of years.

It's still a joke to this day.

Before seeing He's Bi, everyone thought it was just an ordinary stone. What's so interesting about it?

When it's in your own hands, just say: I am destiny!

When the shackles of ambition are released, it will not only devour others, but also yourself.

"Dong dong dong dong."

There was a knock on the door, and the peony stick burned a little too fast, directly burning his hand. Huo Bingkun felt pain, came to his senses, frowned and threw the cigarette out of the window, "Come in."

The confidant Ah Shen had a stern look on his face, but there was also a bit of urgency in his eyes, "Boss, the Irish are here to urge you again."

"Hurry, hurry! Cui damn B! Why don't I give it to him if I have the goods? Are you in such a hurry to go fight against pornography with your AK? Damn it." Huo Bingkun cursed with his hands on his hips and walked around twice, "Tell him

, the goods are available, I will get them for him, it will cost an extra 50 US dollars!"

"Will the Irish make trouble?" Ah Shen hesitated.

"They don't want it, but some people want it. Take a look." Huo Bingkun happened to catch an urgent message on the TV and picked up the remote control to increase the volume.

"According to reports from frontline reporters, a shooting occurred in the church district. Two citizens were killed at the scene, four police officers died on the line, and six were seriously injured. Witnesses said that the gangster was armed with an AK47 assault rifle and committed a premeditated crime!"

After the blonde female reporter finished speaking, she posted a photo next to her.

Several muscular men are blurred, but their tough temperament can be seen from the screen.

"Who else besides us can sell AK47s in San Francisco? This is called a monopoly! What's wrong with me adding $50? Even if I add $100, there are still people who want it." Huo Bingkun was very excited and couldn't help but praise, "High

Sir’s weapons are indeed good.”

nonsense!

That's a product artificially bred on an assembly line. (It's strange that it didn't explode).

So far, no problems have occurred.

Otherwise, those activist groups in San Francisco would be so active?

It has to be said that Soviet products are so awesome!

Even if it is disassembled and reassembled, even if it gets wet and rusts, it can still exert the power it should have.

Su goods YYDS!

Seeing his eldest brother's confident look, A Shen was also deeply affected, "I'll talk to the Irish people."

"It's a buyer's market now. Aren't you afraid of buyers if you have goods?" Huo Bingkun sat on the sofa, poured himself a glass of water, crossed his legs and said with a smile.

"Boss, Mr. Gao is really powerful. With so many AKs, do you think he has his own arsenal?" Ah Shen asked carefully.

When Huo Bingkun heard this, he immediately amplified his guess.

Who can say 2000, AK, even if they don't agree with each other? And still think it's a small matter? There's still more to it than that?

"What do you want to say?" He said with a very indifferent expression, raised his eyes and looked at Ah Shen.

"We can find a way to become a shareholder. Boss, don't you think that although we are occupying the AK47 market in San Francisco now, the initiative is not in our hands. If Mr. Gao gets into trouble with us one day because of interests, then he will

Cut it off, we will..."

Ah Shen didn't say any more, but Huo Bingkun already understood.

The latter looked at him deeply for about ten seconds, but it made Ah Shen feel like he had been there for a hundred years, with sweat stains on his temples. He did not dare to look directly and slowly lowered his head.

"Is this your idea or the uncles' idea?"

"Ah... uncles think so."

Huo Bingkun's mouth showed a disdainful smile, "These old men didn't see the money before, so they told me to be steady. Now that they see the money, they tell me to find ways to get more. What they think is pretty good, why don't they go there themselves?

Aren’t you afraid of being destroyed by Mr. Gao!”

Am I not afraid?

"You are a thief if you don't die when you are old!" Huo Bingkun said through gritted teeth, with a fierce look in his eyes. These old men are relying on their old age to live up to their old age. Some of them have to be helped when they walk. Do you think it's not good for you to wait at home to die?

You still have to get involved.

"Convey it to them and ask them to put this idea aside and stop looking for trouble." After Huo Bingkun finished speaking, he looked at the embarrassed Ah Shen and waved his hand, "Forget it, I will speak for myself. You go and comfort the Irish people.

"

"Okay, boss."

Ah Shen stood and waited for a while, and then left after seeing that the boss had no more orders.

One eye kept staring at his back, making the hairs on his body stand up. After he left the office, he ran away. Huo Bingkun put too much pressure on him.

"Ah Shen!"

A meaningful murmur came from the office.

…

The next day.

The hotel helped contact the housing agency. This service is available as long as you pay.

"Mr. Yuri, what do you think of this? The suite in Custer District has 1,722 square feet and now only costs 160,000 US dollars." The female agent is a mixed race, with her hair tied up, wearing professional clothes, exuding charm.

Most importantly, he also wears a pair of glasses.

Gao Jun sat next to him, listening to the introduction, his eyes drifting away from the other person. This is called appreciation, don't get it wrong.

"The Custer District seems to be the most gay place, right?" he said.

The female agent turned around, nodded, smiled, and said, "William Haynes's mansion is not far away. This is a sign, sir, that gentle men will not be in any danger."

"Change it." Gao Jun shook his head.

A man who doesn't even like women must be very dangerous!

"Then Market Street, where artists live."

…

Gao Jun chose a house to accommodate Taylor's wife. Of course, he paid for it himself, and the company is not generous enough to buy you a house.

The other party just hopes that he can help and keep an eye on it.

Finally, I chose a place in the Sunset District, where there are Chinese people nearby, and the house price is also cheap, only about US$190,000 for 2,000 square feet.

However, you still have to check out the existing homes.

Gao Jun asked Avar and Scottis to accompany them, and he wanted to go see Nie Dakuan.

"Mr. Yuri, this is my personal business card. If you have any questions, you can consult me. I am open 24 hours a day." The female agent handed over a business card and touched Gao Jun with her finger.

The meaning in his eyes was already obvious.

"I'd love to have a drink with you and contact you then."

(Be careful! Beware of scams!).

After the female intermediary and Avar left, Gao Jun smiled, shook his business card, and threw it into the trash can. It was definitely not a good thing to be so proactive.

Maybe he still has some kind of disease, I can't tell.

Men are just cheap men. If they are offered to you, you don’t want them. If they are hard to get, you have to chase them hard.

Around ten o'clock in the morning.

Nie Zhenbang changed into a white Toyota Hiace and went to the hotel.

"Where did you get so many cars?" Gao Jun asked with a smile.

"The rental ones are available in Chinatown. The glass cost me hundreds of dollars yesterday. It's expensive."

You can still afford it for a few hundred dollars, but you called an ambulance for that black dog!

People may have to repay their loans throughout their lives.

Not paying back the money?

Let me tell you, you don't even want to go to the plantation. You will be sold to St. Elizabeth Hospital to work "odd jobs". What I'm talking about here is that you will be sold separately by those crazy people.
To be continued...