Gao Jun pressed the thumb of his left foot hard into the gap of his right foot, feeling a little itchy. Rich people can't get rid of the problem of athlete's foot.

It can’t be cut!

When he heard Lu Wu's inquiry, his face was stunned. He looked at the other person up and down and asked with a smile, "What? Do you have any ideas?"

This tone is like a rhythm that pulls people into the sea.

Tinder company is in short supply!

Everyone is in short supply, but you can't just go to the street and pick one up and ask him, dear, do you want to experience the exciting and exciting life of getting rich overnight?

They'll think you want the kidneys!

In fact, the most important thing is, is Boss Gao the kind of person who wants all kinds of garbage?

No need to pay salary?

If you raise a fisherman, you have to give him money!

Lu Wu said nothing, but his eyes were still struggling.

"Have you not thought clearly?" Gao Jun knew what he meant when he saw his expression. He wanted to make money, but he couldn't keep his figure clean. "You think this is illegal and you feel bad about it?"

He chuckled and took out a U.S. dollar bill from his pocket, pulled it hard on both sides, and heard a crisp sound. He put it between his nose and sniffed, "Do you think it is ugly?" He said, pointing to it.

of Franklin.

"When it comes to being dirty, I am not as good as others. Those who sit on the throne overlook the depravity of the world. Now, you can't atone for your sins in the church, but you can go to the judge's office with US dollars to buy

Your innocence."

"This world is like an open sewer, full of garbage and scum. I would rather be pushed to the guillotine like Louis XVI than stand at the bottom and shout for others' victory like those poor people!"

I would rather be a gangster of the times than be the grit of the times.

Would rather be cut into pieces!

Don't be a bad person either.

"How much is your salary this month?" Gao Jun asked.

"1,731 yuan." Lu Wu calculated the last figure. Gao Jun did not laugh at him, but nodded, "This salary should be considered very high in China."

"Yes." Lu Wu nodded, "The state arranged it."

"Then this one should be your half-month's salary." Gao Jun played it, made a crisp sound, and then handed it over, "Let's make friends. I don't have any good gifts, so this is a good gift."

Let’s meet and greet.”

Lu Wu looked down at the ugly Franklin, and his right cheek trembled. He wanted to say, are you insulting me?

but…

When the money was placed in front of him, he suddenly felt that it tasted like this.

"You should have a more brilliant career. You shouldn't be like this. There is never right or wrong or crime in life. We just want to live, right? It's the first time we are human. Why, some people are superior,

Some people can only be humble like this." Gao Jun paused and said a famous sentence.

"I can be dirty, but not my money, not my girl, not my luxury car, not my mansion, not even... my family."

"If you have ideas, you can come to me. My company is happy for any outstanding talents to join."

excellent?!

After hearing these two words, Lu Wu's eyes finally flashed and he raised his head, "Am I also good?"

"When you hold a loaded gun in your hand, what difference does it make whether you are a policeman or a criminal? You have to walk the road yourself. No one will give you charity and sympathize with you. You have to fight for it yourself."

Gao Jun looked at him deeply and suddenly changed the topic, "Okay, I'm going to bed. Keeping a proper sleep will help you find good customers. Do you have anything else to do?"

Lu Wu shook his head and said softly, "Good night."

"Good night."

Looking at his back, Gao Jun smiled.

He is a prophet and an agitator, full of half truths and half lies, full of contradictions!

This night, many people are destined to be sleepless.

…

Inside the Church of Saint-Dakar-France.

Benga!

The porcelain cup hit the ground and shattered into pieces. With roars and roars, Besley grabbed the collar of the boy next to him and opened his mouth. The stench almost killed the latter.

"This is a provocation!!"

Just this morning, two heads were thrown out of the door of the church and rolled around the door twice, frightening the customers setting up stalls inside. It turned out to be thugs sent by Besley.

Even if the black man has no brains, he still knows who the murderer is.

He can't be Superman.

Superman is mysophobic.

Ma Zai was grabbed by Besley and did not dare to say a word. He just flickered his eyes to the side. Besley pushed him away, put his hands on his hips, looked fiercely, and waved his hand, "Who is in charge of Dakar? It's not an Asian guy. Find it."

Him, kill him, make him sober, and help me contact those French guys and tell them that the plane belongs to us!"

"Boss, the French... I'm afraid they won't agree," said Ma Zai next to him.

Besili's voice stopped, and he turned his head suddenly, glared at the opponent, and kicked the opponent directly, and beat the opponent with his fists angrily, "Don't I know? I want you to remind me?!"

Ma Zai could only hold his head and tremble, begging him not to hit him anymore, and others could only keep their breathing quieter for fear of disturbing him.

About four or five minutes later, the younger brother was beaten until he was dying. He was lying on the ground with blood on his face. Bessie stood up and moved his body. "I don't like others to educate me."

His temper is very bad!

As long as a subordinate expresses doubts about his decision, he will be beaten and he is a dictator.

But his brother-in-law is a tribal warlord. He controls the wealth himself, and no one wants to offend him, especially in Dakar, a place jointly controlled by government troops and tribal armed forces.

Even if Bush comes, we must abide by his laws.

This is not Shakespeare's opera house, but a scene of barbaric violence.

After the others dragged the boy down, Besley was the only one left in the room. He was tired of scolding and just wanted to take a drink of water. But when he looked around, he found the broken porcelain cup on the ground and picked it up angrily.

The pistol on the table was fired several times over the head.

The sound of gunshots was heard outside, and the vendors who were arranging their positions in the church were startled, with a little worry in their eyes. Please don't affect their business.

It's been a long time since I've seen someone dare to provoke Besley like this.

The last one must have turned one year old.

…

"Bison: Besley?" Gao Jun held a piece of information in his hand.

"It was sorted out in a hurry, but he is very famous in Dakar. In addition to being the brother-in-law of Cambesto, the leader of the Serer movement, I heard that he also has a close relationship with a local political family." Toniko

The husband said while chewing bread next to him.

Political family?

In Africa, as long as you have read a book, you can be an official and you can be part of a political family.

But don’t underestimate them. Have you ever seen any idiots in the ruling class?

Gao Jun nodded, "Then what enemies does he have? Or does he have any conflicting opponents?"

"Yes, Waters Scott." Tony turned over the information and saw a photo hanging on the second page. It was a man wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses. He had blond hair and looked particularly elegant. Of course, he

It's black!

This is a yellowed dog.

"bsp; The successor of Ax "Axe Gang", there are rumors that he killed his father and his two brothers before inheriting this huge criminal group."

Kill your father and brother?

What a cruel person!

However, Gao Jun just twitched his lips, frowned and asked, "Then what conflict does he have with Besley?"

"No, no, no, it should be said that there is a conflict between his sister and Besley's sister. They are both Cambesto's brothers-in-law, but Waters' sister is his first wife, and the latter is his second.

"Tonikov organized his language. Although what he said was overwhelming, Gao Jun still understood that this was a competition for favor in the harem.

The Shereer tribe is a large tribe with a population of about 100,000. Of course, it cannot compare with that kind of super large tribe, but it can still be regarded as having a throne.

"Besley's sister gave birth to a son for Cambesto four days ago, and Waters's sister's son is already 11 years old."

Yes, all princes have it.

It seems to be a struggle between the two families. If whose son can climb up, whether it is Besley or Waters, he can reach a higher level.

This represents a steady stream of money and benefits.
To be continued...