This is what Jianghu is like.

Walk in and go out lying down.

How many people can have a good death?

There are always people who think that wearing a luxury watch, driving a luxury car, and picking up beautiful women are the hallmarks of a Jianghu person. In fact, it is more likely to be: dying on the streets!

It's enough to be like Mr. Tuo and Mr. Er who died at a few dozen years old, and they have enjoyed enough blessings.

"Akun, let's rearrange the mourning hall for them next time. If we can't find these people today, even KS-23 can't bear it. Doesn't this make their lives unsafe?" Gao Jun said.

That’s the biggest troll in the world!

Trolls who blew up the MiG cannon barrel.

Damn it, even if Superman is standing here, he will be turned into scrap metal for you!

"I understand, Mr. Gao, leave it to me."

Gao Jun nodded and stood up. The people sitting next to him didn't dare to continue sitting, so they got up immediately. He looked at his watch and said, "Let's go, find a place. If you get there late, the girl will be gone."

These words made everyone laugh.

"Mr. Gao, don't worry, as long as you want a girl, I will find it for you." Someone shouted with his hands raised.

A group of dozens of people poured out of the funeral home, and there were hundreds of horsemen outside.

"Tonight, a wealthy family, a big boss is treating me!"

In the rain, cheers came and went.

Why do so many people like to be the big brother?

It's really nice to be flattered and paid attention to.

The most important thing is rights. In one sentence, what kind of passion does it feel for the following brothers to kill people for you?

Society?

The U.S. government is the largest corporation!

"Mr. Gao, which car do you take?"

Gao Jun was about to get into his Ford car when a big boss came over and pointed at an extended Lincoln.

"Then I'll be disrespectful, Mr. Ruan."

This person turned out to be Ruan Qiming from the Burmese Gang Wanhe Hall. He smiled and said, "Please." He also offered to open the door.

Huo Bingkun hesitated for a moment, then Gao Jun turned his head and said, "Akun, let's come together."

Ruan Qiming glanced at the other party, his expression still smiling, "Mr. Huo, let's go together."

"good."

Three big guys got into the stretched Lincoln.

There were dozens of cars in total, heading towards wealthy people's homes.

Did you see, don’t believe how loyal they are to those in the club? My uncle above died on the spot, and they called me miss on the spot.

Death is like a lamp going out!

When you are alive, you have everything; when you die, you are just dust.

"Mr. Ruan's business seems to be doing well." Huo Bingkun glanced at the decoration inside the extended Lincoln, and his tone was a little envious.

"If Mr. Huo likes it, take it and open it!" Ruan Qiming said very generously.

Of course Huo Bingkun couldn't take it seriously.

Are luxury cars worth hundreds of thousands of dollars available on demand?

What do you give in exchange?

Take your life?!

Being so generous, you must be asking for something.

"No, no, no, a gentleman will not take away someone's love."

Ruan Qiming smiled and said, "Following Mr. Gao, are Mr. Huo still afraid of not making any money?"

"Mr. Gao lifted me up, and I followed him in front of him and behind him..."

Gao Jun waved his hand and said, "We are all brothers. There is no need to be so polite. If I don't give you food, should I ask for cooperation with the FBI?"

"Hahaha." Ruan Qiming and Huo Bingkun laughed.

"Mr. Gao, I heard you say, do you still sell tanks and airplanes?"

Gao Jun moved his body so that he could sit more comfortably, "What? Mr. Ruan is interested?"

"You know I am Burmese, behind my back..."

He was about to continue talking when he saw Gao Junbi draw his fingers, "Mr. Ruan, you don't need to tell me who you serve and for what. I'm just a businessman. I don't care what you do with it, even if you want to overthrow the White House today."

, and it has nothing to do with me. When I do business, I only pay attention to the money and the goods. I can’t hear anything with both ears."

A Burmese guy hangs out in the United States.

Still having such a good time.

No one behind you?

How do you think he relies on development?

People take measurements!

Myanmar Wanhe is the largest flour supplier in San Francisco and even California. They even compete with Mexicans and Colombians for market share in this area.

Shootouts often occurred.

Ruan Qiming is also one of the unsettling factors.

Hearing what Gao Jun said, Ruan Qiming was stunned for a moment, but he quickly recovered and nodded, "I need to confirm the specific weapons again."

"Of course, this is my personal phone number. You can contact me if necessary." Gao Jun handed over his business card.

As a businessman, it is normal to carry a business card with you.

The other party carefully put it into his wallet.

This little business card.

Maybe it's related to the direction of a war.

…

Rich family.

A nightclub!

On the lively Market Street.

You can see luxury cars traveling around, and you can also see many girls in gorgeous clothes looking for people to strike up a conversation with.

When dozens of luxury cars drove over, they obviously attracted a wave of attention. Pedestrians and tourists were pointing in the distance.

Even the arrogant black dog does not dare to bark at this time.

Ruan Qiming got out of the car and actually helped open the door himself.

Gao Jun raised his head and looked at the three-color lamp hanging above his head, smiled, and walked in. A woman wearing a cheongsam greeted him at the door.

"Hello, boss." They all bent down, and it was difficult to see the career line.

Gao Jun smiled, held the two women in his left hand, and walked in.

When you go out to play, do you still act like a gentleman?

Seeing that he was so "open", Huo Bingkun, Ruan Qiming and others also relaxed, each holding the young lady in their arms and walked in.

This is a fool's errand.

Cough cough cough…

You can always come up with something new to play.

"The iron tower towers over the clouds, and no happy faces can be seen

Fuji stands tall and cannot hear the laughter of tourists

The Statue of Liberty looms in the mist in the distance.”

…

Someone started to warm up the scene and sang Cantonese songs. It was like a ghost crying and a wolf howling, which was unbearable.

But for those who come out to mix in society, it is good to be literate.

Gao Jun was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed, and the girl next to him lit a cigarette for him.

At this time, the big guys from other private rooms nearby came over with wine glasses and smiling brightly, "Mr. Gao, let's toast you. From now on, the brothers will get rich from you."
To be continued...