Boss Gao seems to be extremely stubborn about selling RPGs in the United States. According to incomplete statistics, this is at least the third time he has recommended it to Huo Bingkun.

"It can be sold to the black community. Do you know why Batman's mask shows half of his face? White Americans must let white Americans know that he is white, otherwise, he will be shot to death by the police!"

Gao Jun said with a smile, picked up a piece of meat dumpling on the table, dipped it in vinegar, stuffed it into his mouth, hummed with satisfaction, and continued, "You have to let black people use weapons to fight for their rights, and you have to

Let white people learn to use submachine guns to kill those black people who are trying to covet the throne. Don’t you think this is wealth?”

"You mean, let me deliberately create hatred?" Huo Bingkun asked.

"No, no, no, hatred is cumulative. From the moment the black priest was shot at the Lorraine Motel in Memphis, violence, assassination and other means will become the ultimate means for people of color to protect their own interests. If

Asians are becoming more and more powerful, maybe..."

"Tomorrow you can see a military exercise in front of Chinatown!" Gao Jun said with a smile, "The Nimitz aircraft carrier can reach land."

Discrimination is everywhere.

The poor try their best to immigrate, but little do they know that they are still poor elsewhere and cannot change anything.

"What we have to do is to keep a low profile as much as possible, or in other words, make the network of relationships more complex. You can try to develop some downlines, such as black associations. They have guns and will carry out more activities. Black people are the only ones who can divide

What is clear is whether we should eat shit or eat." Gao Jun gave him advice.

Huo Bingkun could hear the strong discrimination against black people in the other party's tone.

I even have doubts in my heart.

"Has he ever been ravaged by black people?!"

Otherwise, why would there be so much resentment?

"They don't have that much money to buy weapons." Huo Bingkun frowned, "There are only a handful of successful black associations in San Francisco."

"Then you rent them weapons and ask them to raise money. They will find a way, right?"

"This way, we will be arrested!"

"Really? What crime?" Gao Jun didn't care at all. "The biggest advantage of paying attention to the law in the United States is that it gives the poor people the opportunity to understand their mistakes, and it gives the rich people the opportunity to find someone to blame. Listen.

Says there are more legal loopholes found by lawyers in San Francisco courthouses every day than there are bullet holes in black people."

"At worst, if you live in another place for two days, you won't be able to be released. After coming to the United States, haven't you discovered its characteristics? The smell of U.S. dollars is also wafting in the air." Gao Jun took a deep breath, with an intoxicated look on his face.

.

Huo Bingkun nodded slowly, "You can try..."

"In two days, there will be a batch of about 8 RPGs and 10 rounds of artillery shells at the Mexican border. They will be at a slaughterhouse in Tijuana. You can just pick them up. This batch will be given to you first. We will test the market demand first.

Now, don’t just store your goods in San Francisco this time, Los Angeles, Sacramento, Santa Clara, these are all in great need.”

"Thank you, Mr. Gao. You're welcome. I'll offer you a cup of tea instead of water."

"I have money and we can make it together, but no matter how awesome we are, we can't compare to the money printers in the White House. They all use Franklin to wipe their butts."

Huo Bingkun laughed.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and the younger brother walked in nervously, looked at Boss Gao, hesitated, and was about to lower his head to talk to Huo Bingkun when he waved his hand, "We are all brothers here.

What can’t you say?”

The younger brother nodded, "Master Tuo is dead! The San Francisco Association Elders Association held an opening ceremony at the Grand Hotel (Funeral Home) in the evening and requested the bosses of various associations in Southeast Asia to be present. Myanmar, Philippines, Vietnam, etc. all sent people to ask for Brother Kun by name.

you go!"

"The person who came here is not a good person." The younger brother said very carefully.

Huo Bingkun raised his right eyebrow and looked at Gao Jun, "These old immortals just like to make fun. They are almost in a coffin and they are still making so much noise."

"However, their words are quite serious."

"What? Are you scared?" Gao Jun said with a smile, "Then beat them to death. No, beating them to death has nothing to do with me as a businessman. I don't recommend you to fight with each other to make money by being friendly. Look at Mexico Gente

Luo has integrated all the forces and made everyone rich together. He can earn tens of billions of dollars from the United States every year. He is a bad guy. You have to think about why he can be so crazy."

"Make an offer they can't refuse!"

"At such an old age, there are always several sons and grandsons. They should also care about it. Asians care about their blood the most. You can take the children to the amusement park to play." Gao Jun seemed to suggest.

"Moderate" advice.

But Huo Bingkun understood it immediately.

I can't move, and I can't move your family?

"I understand."

Gao Jun said in a cowardly tone, "That's right. Fighting and killing is not king after all. If you want to be the eldest brother, you must be highly virtuous and respected!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch and said, "Okay, I have to go back to eat. My cousin made pigeon soup."

Huo Bingkun stood up immediately and pushed his younger brother away, "Mr. Gao, let's go together tonight."

Gao Jun glanced at him and pondered for a moment, "Bring more people with you. Don't be like a fool and go to a meeting alone. One hundred is never too few, and two hundred is never too many. Bring enough people. I'm afraid that someone will be unstable by then."

"

"I see."

"Then you eat slowly, I'll leave first."

Huo Bingkun sent him downstairs and watched Gao Jun leave.

"Brother Kun, you don't have to be so polite..." A younger brother muttered.

"You know what the heck, the condoms you are buying now are all earned from him, am I being polite to him? I am being polite to the money." Huo Bingkun paused, "Besides, I have a hunch,

His business will be very big!"

"Premonition? Boss, do you still believe this?"

"My mother asked me about it in a dream, believe it or not!"

…

Gao Jun is ambitious!

He just mentioned Quintero, who wanted to make the entire San Francisco Asian community work for him just like him.

What is this called?

Positioning: precise customers!

San Francisco gang fights in 1989: 667.

On average, there are more than two cases a day.

Of course, it can't be compared with front-line "big brothers" like San Diego, New York, and Detroit. Their main business is eating, waiting to die, and gunfights.

How many societies are there in the United States?

Nearly 40,000!

Fights between cities are often more bloody, and Gao Jun intends to use San Francisco as his dumping ground.

Those gang members like Huo Bingkun are his down-lines or workers.

I'm making money just by lying down, isn't that great?

"Boss, Mr. Nie." Victor, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly said. Gao Jun looked outside and saw Nie Zhenbang, Wu Wenwen, Lan Jieying and the man who looked like an agent.

Several people walked into a watch shop side by side.

"Why are they here to buy watches? Stop the car." Gao Jun shouted, opened the window, and called out. Nie Zhenbang turned around, smiled on his face, trotted over, and pressed his hands on the car, "Cousin."

"Are you here to buy a watch?"

"My dad's birthday is in two days, and I want to buy him a gift."

Gao Jun suddenly realized it, opened the door and got out of the car, "It's my cousin's birthday? That's why we need to prepare well and go in to see it together."

Sometimes, if the older generation doesn’t tell them their birthdays, how many of the younger generation will remember it?

"Mr. Gao!" Wu Wenwen waved excitedly when she saw him.

Gao Jun nodded towards her and looked at Lan Jieying next to him, "Miss Lan, I see you again. Your hairpin is very beautiful."

"Thank you." Lan Jieying said with a polite smile. She had heard such compliments many times in her acting career.

"You girls are here today to help us with our advice. Let's go in and have a look." After Gao Jun finished speaking, he walked into the watch store first.

This store is very large, with several separate counters, and you can see common and luxury brands.

"Welcome, sir, what do you want to see?" The blond saleswoman came over and asked, but her eyes glanced at the clothes, appearance, and expressions of Gao Jun and others.

This is called observing.

Being able to accurately assess a customer's purchasing ability can greatly reduce unnecessary time.

Many luxury goods store ladies have this ability.

What kind of underwear you wear determines your psychological price. How much care can a person who is so picky about buying underwear have to spend money on other things? (I don’t wear them!)

"Send birthday gifts to elders and show us."
To be continued...