San Francisco East Bay.

Traditionally, Chinatown is the center of the city, with many Chinese communities here. It is close to the Pacific Ocean and has a superior educational environment. Many Chinese immigrants have bought homes here.

Forming richer CBD.

"Mr. Yuri, this office is definitely good. The last person who worked here was a technology company. Now they have moved to Silicon Valley and received investment." A male agent wearing a cheap suit, holding a bunch of keys in his hand, said

Fidgeting with the door lock.

But the lock was obviously a little rusty, and the key was still stuck. The agent shook it hard a few times, then struggled to open it. He turned around and smiled awkwardly at Gao Jun, pushed the door open and walked in.

A musty smell came over me!

Huh!

It's worse than a black dog's body odor.

Gao Jun frowned, said nothing, and looked at him.

"This office is over 1,000 square meters, with bathrooms, conference rooms and lounges..." The agent hurriedly opened the window to get some air, and did not forget to introduce, "The opposite is the Pacific Ocean, you can see it at a glance, the scenery is very good."

Just then a gust of sea breeze blew and swept away the musty smell.

Gao Jun stood by the window, looked outside, and could see what was facing him below: "Beef Bone Noodles."

"How do you calculate the rent for this place?"

The agent's face was filled with joy, "One pays three, calculated based on US$2 per square meter, which includes health fees and management fees."

So it’s about the price of 4 AK47s a month!

The price is definitely exaggerated.

This is the East Bay, not the Silicon Valley of the South Bay.

But Gao Jun was too lazy to deduct a dollar or two from him. He now wanted to set up a "Tinder Company" first, and many things had to be run through "company operations."

"How much will it cost to buy this place?" Gao Jun suddenly asked.

intermediary:"……"

He thought the other party was joking, but when he saw Gao Jun looking over, he still said very professionally, "If a single floor costs about 100,000 U.S. dollars, and there are 10 floors, it will cost 1.5 million U.S. dollars."

Boss Gao nodded when he heard this.

After the company becomes bigger and stronger, it must have its own landmark building. What do you think about the second master Guan wearing sunglasses and holding a sculpture of Gatlin erected?

Isn’t it very touching?

Best, Maria carries a rocket launcher.

"Then let's go here, sign for two years first, Umbrella, you go and sign the contract with him." Gao Jun turned around and said.

"good."

Umbrella nodded.

He and Taylor will be responsible for the company's U.S. operations.

What does the boss do?

Of course you have to go to the front line to contact customers.

When I can produce weapons by myself in the future, maybe I can be a little more relaxed. It won't be long. When I go to the Soviet Union next time, I have to ask Diegoski whether the AK47 production line is for sale?

When the time comes, it will be produced in Africa.

Provided to local militants on site.

Are you talking about safety issues?

That is the business of PMC branch.

Of course, this is the overall context of Gao Jun's idea, and if you want to implement it, it will definitely take a long time.

"The public security here should be very good." Gao Jun suddenly said to the agent, "We are ordinary businessmen. I just want a stable job and don't want to see those gangsters. I hate trouble."

My main fear is...

When collecting corpses.

Very troublesome.

The agent was obviously very happy to have landed a big deal, "Don't worry, Mr. Yuri, the safety of the East Bay exceeds 72% of the countries. In my heart, the safest city is New York."

"?Is that place safe?" Gao Jun asked.

"Of course, if you lose something there, you can definitely find it if you go to a certain place."

"where?"

"British Museum."

What a bad joke.

"Boss, I think we should have a LOGO." Bancroft suddenly offered his opinion, looked at Gao Jun, and shrugged, "You know, this is called corporate culture, just like American prostitutes always like to put in their own words

A rose tattooed on the back is a characteristic."

Like a black dog...

I always like to have numbers tattooed on my face.

When Gao Jun was at home, the dog would leave some marks if he was afraid it would get lost.

He thought Bancroft was right when he said, "Do you have any good advice, man?"

"Well, I think it's clean, simple, and practical. Do you want to put a grenade?"

Victor smiled and said, "It's better to put a photo of a mustache!"

Tonikov: "I think JFK's skull should be put on it."

They are all really talented.

"What do you think of a pigeon holding a grenade?" Gao Jun also said with interest.

Bancroft was silent for a while.

"Okay, okay, this kind of professionalism has to be left to professionals. I will find someone to solve this big trouble!"

Gao Jun has already thought of a candidate.

How about Rabe?

He is a top student at the Academy of Fine Arts.

The most important thing is free prostitution!

Of course it would be best if you can do it without spending any money.

Finding a designer from outside will cost you at least a thousand dollars. Of course, it's useless to find someone who just jumps on the street.

Ten minutes later, Umbrella came back with the contract in his hand, "Boss, it's signed."

"Then we can start decorating, right?"

The male agent nodded beside him and said with a smile, "Of course, you can do it anytime."

"Umbrella, Alva and Victor, the three of you please work hard and contact housekeeping to help sweep out the garbage, and then buy some new desks and necessary things." Gao Jun pointed to the pile.

The standing trash said, "Please hire more people."

"I can be responsible for finding someone, Mr. Yuri." The agent said hurriedly, looking at him, "You can ask me for all these, I can handle it."

This guy must be taking kickbacks.

"I don't want trash."

"Don't worry! I only earn what I deserve."

When Gao Jun heard this, he looked at the other party in surprise. Not many people could say it so directly. He looked up and down and nodded, "Then I'll leave it to you. I hope you won't disappoint me."

The agent almost cheered with joy.

After Gao Jun took another look, he left the office building. Barnicles had already driven his Ford car and was waiting for him.

He wants to catch up with Lam Jieying's stage play.

This is agreed upon.

The San Francisco Opera House is located at the west end of Van Ness Avenue, where dignitaries often come.

For some Americans who call themselves gentlemen, they like to spend their weekends here.

When the Ford stopped at the door, they saw Nie Zhenbang and Wu Wenwen, standing at the door like golden boys and girls.

"Are you trying to block the reception lady?" Gao Jun walked up the steps slowly and joked, "Or do you want a tip?"

"Cousin, this stage play starts in half an hour, and there are not many people in it..." Nie Zhenbang looked very sad.

"I'm not good at many things, but the only thing I'm good at is never giving up until the last second." Gao Jun looked at his watch and said pleasantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a burst of noise.
To be continued...