The weather in Kuwait is northwest wind, 27°.

The temperature is stable but very muggy.

A Great Wall pickup truck with a sticker reading: "Recycling of Agricultural and Sideline Products" was driving on the road. This was Liu Lei's car.

Bought it for 160 Kuwaiti dinars.

Equivalent to nearly 600 US dollars!

I heard that it used to be the car of a farmer who sold "shit" in Kuwait City. Later... he was killed in a bombing and his wife sold the car.

This car body also has a very strong smell of gunpowder.

as well as…

The smell of cigarettes mixed with smelly feet.

"Can you put your shoes on board?" Liu Lei frowned, put his right hand on his nose, and looked at the co-pilot Luo Min and said.

The latter was putting his left foot on the spot and picking it with his hands. When he heard the other party's words, he laughed and put it under his nose and smelled it, looking intoxicated.

My farts are all delicious.

"You're not afraid of getting a lung infection." Liu Lei said with disdain. Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he suddenly turned his head, "You probably haven't done this before when you were cooking rice..."

Luo Min just smiled.

NMB!

Wait a minute, good guys, a group of customers are going to see a doctor.

The doctor said: Why do you have athlete's foot in your mouth?

"You must wash your hands for me in the future. Can you please be more clean?"

"You won't get sick if you don't eat it cleanly."

"You are poisonous!" Liu Lei rolled his eyes and said.

Luo Min shrank his head, put his feet into his shoes, lifted his heels with his hands, and said casually, "A Lei, do you really want to have sex with that Mr. Gao?"

"He is an investment and will not care about our development. He just takes the money and we do our own thing." Liu Lei looked into the distance and paused. "Our own development is too slow. We must have support from noble people."

"Didn't you say you wanted to return to China?"

"Earn some more and go back. What are you going to do now? If you want to get rich, you have to set a bigger goal. Don't keep guarding that one-third of an acre. If you have no future, can your parents run away?"

Luo Min hesitated, "I was afraid that my girlfriend would run away, so I told her that I would go back and marry her after one year."

"Now they have already searched again. When you go back, the children will run away." Liu Lei fumbled with the armrest box with his right hand, looked down, and pulled out a cigarette from the cigarette case.

"No, she said she would wait for me."

"If you have money, would you not find a mistress?"

Luo Min was startled.

"Look, you are hesitant. Men and women are the same. Over time, they will change their minds. It's okay to have it once. The greatest achievement of a man can only be realized in his career. If we make a lot of money

, when you go home, your three aunts and four aunts will introduce you to women everywhere. Okay, it’s almost there, don’t think so much, when we become bigger and stronger in the future, we can go public directly!”

Going public?

I dare to think that the fried rice seller would still ring the bell?

Just as Luo Min was about to speak, he heard the sound of gunshots in the distance. He shivered with fright. He quickly shrank his head and waited ahead. He saw people getting out of the security jeep and raising an American flag.

This is considered the front line, with about 2 battalions of soldiers stationed.

Because it is very close to Kuwait City and not far away from the Iraqi confrontation forces, the whole atmosphere is very tense.

The person at the guard booth turned to look at the pickup truck, walked over, glanced at Liu Lei and the other two, and then glanced at the back pocket. When he saw it was food, his eyes lit up.

He waved happily to the inspecting officer.

"I'm glad that you can come to the front line to sell food." The officer happily said to Gao Jun who got out of the car.

"This is my business, I hope someone likes it."

The officer straightened his clothes and said, "Of course!" and then lowered his voice, "Our cook only knows how to mix potatoes with rice!"

"Then he must be a devout vegetarian protector."

The officer complained a few times, then saw Liu Lei and others moving the foam boxes off the pickup truck, and sniffed, "It smells so good. How can I sell these?"

Liu Lei looked at Gao Jun.

"This is fried rice, 19 US dollars, pigeon soup: 3 US dollars a bowl, and this, this is called chili sauce, made by myself, exclusive recipe, 40 US dollars a bottle, can last a long time, tastes great if put in fried rice!

"Gao Jun pointed to the famous Purple Gold Chili Sauce and said it was original and he was also a ruthless person.

He also made a hand gesture and said, "There are only 4 bottles left, they sold out too fast!"

40 US dollars is less than 170 RMB.

Luo Min's head twitched as he listened. He looked at Liu Lei, who also had twitching corners of his mouth, because he brought these four bottles of chili sauce when he came from China a few months ago, and they sold for 6 cents in China!

If you take a plane, your worth will be different?

The officer frowned when he heard the price, "This is too expensive!"

"Mr. Bugui, there isn't a single store nearby, and potatoes are not as delicious as this." Gao Jun said with a smile.

In fact, how many soldiers in the United States are voluntary?

Most of them come here for the benefits after retirement, so they have no idea of ​​saving money. Some even retire and still owe a lot of money.

There are many people who gamble secretly.

What are you hiding the money for? If you don’t spend it, you’ll feel bad.

"Do you want to try it? Today is our first time doing business. We are giving away a bottle for free so that everyone can taste a little. We will also give you a piece of fried rice."

When the officer heard this, his eyes lit up and he nodded slightly.

Gao Jun glanced at Liu Lei, who cleverly unscrewed the lid, then took out a box of fried rice, rolled some chili sauce in with disposable chopsticks, stirred it in the rice, and handed it to the officer.

The other party looked at the fried rice full of red oil, then looked at Gao Jun, who smiled and made a gesture of invitation.

The officer swallowed, took a spoonful of it with a disposable spoon and put it into his mouth. The stimulation of his taste buds made his face turn red. He took the water handed over by Gao Jun and took a sip. "Thank you... thank you."

."

Breathing constantly.

"How does it taste?"

"Better than potatoes." The officer said with a wry smile. He looked at several large boxes of food on the pickup truck and hesitated. "I will take you to see Lieutenant Colonel Morse. He is in charge of this place."

"certainly!"

The officer asked others to clear the open space in the camp first, and led Gao Jun into a small wooden house.

There was a bald man with a red nose who was reading a newspaper and smoking a pipe.

"Lieutenant colonel!" the officer saluted.

"Hello, Lieutenant Colonel Morris." Gao Jun smiled and extended his hand.

…

"Will these Americans let us sell it?" Luo Min said nervously.

"I don't know." It was also the first time for Liu Lei to do door-to-door sales like this. In the past, those who ordered takeout were usually nearby. It was really rare to deliver fried rice with such fanfare.

Just as the two of them were whispering to each other, they saw Gao Jun walking out side by side with the officer. With a smile on his face, he walked to the front of the motorcade and nodded, "Okay, take out the things and sell them."

Liu Lei and the others started to get busy as soon as they cheered up.

Gao Jun gave him 300 US dollars, and the officer agreed directly.

It’s not a big deal anyway, so could it still be an attack?

Since the declaration of war, there have been no attacks!

Anyway, it’s just a few Asians making money.

This kind of thing happened during training in the past. The troops were conducting field training outside. Before I and others arrived at the designated location, Asians or some white people had already arrived with carts.

This is called private income!

The US military command also turned a blind eye.

Gao Jun also stuffed 100 U.S. dollars into the military officer who was leading the way. The officer happily went to notify the troops, and gradually he saw interested soldiers gathering around him.

Slowly, more and more people came.

Gao Jun was pushed to the back.

"Are there hundreds of people here..." Tonkov asked quietly from the side, with a bit of surprise in his tone.

"They just held it in for too long and finally saw outsiders who came to join in the fun. Maybe it's like this..." Miller vowed in the first half of the sentence, but later when he saw a black man buying a bottle of chili sauce, he felt a little uncomfortable.

OK.
To be continued...