De Gaulle?

The last man in France is resurrected?

Gao Jun was stunned when he heard the name, but then he knew that it was just a coincidence.

Yevgeny continued, "The general manager is from Marseille. He likes cheese baked buckwheat noodles and seafood soup... uh uh uh."

At this point, he paused and apologized to the boss, "Wait a moment." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, with a posing blonde girl printed on the back, and a sentence written in French on a more private part.

Words: Tu veux entrer? (Please Baidu!)

Yevgeny held the reverse side in his hand. Boss Gao's eyes lingered on the girl, then he took it back and stared at the writing end, which was filled with dense writing.

"Is this all information from De Gaulle?"

"Uh, yes!" Yevgeny nodded, "I contacted the broker and he gave these to me. It cost 200 US dollars..."

"Don't worry, I will reimburse you." Gao Jun said quickly, "Can you hand it to me?"

"Of course!" The other party handed over the paper in his hand and said thoughtfully, "Be careful, boss, don't put your hands on that woman's parts."

Yevgeny pointed to the other side and said carefully.

"Why?"

"In Africa, it is as rare to see a good-looking woman as it is to see a cow in India. Maybe some people left traces on it." Yevgeny shrugged.

Gao Jun's cheeks spasmed, twitching a little, and his expression suddenly became stiff. He didn't want to admit it, but that's what black dogs are like. The greatest weapon of human beings is that they can fantasize. Some people work hard to realize it, and then they suffer from kidney deficiency.

Self-discipline, and then... numbness.

Gao Jun carefully held a corner, on which was clearly written all the news about De Gaulle, even including the fact that he maintained a mistress in Dakar!

Italian.

He even knows his favorite local restaurant, where he sits, and how much he likes to tip. This broker is truly a talent!

Gao Jun touched his chin and looked at Ma Guohua with a shrewd look in his eyes, "Mr. Ma, are you saying that the corpses of those French people are still being displayed to the public?"

Although he didn't know why he asked this, Ma Guohua still nodded, "It was broadcast like this on the news. It was very bloody. The people who were not dead were pulled by cars, and they were tortured to death in the end."

When he spoke, there was a bit of fear in his tone.

Everyone knows that black dogs are out of touch with civilization, but who knew that their civilization could be so violent.

Gao Jun didn't care how the extrajudicial soldiers died. For speculators, how to use these corpses to make a fuss and obtain greater profits.

War has always been a toy that makes the poor cry, make the capitalists happy, and make politicians shake hands and make peace. In the end, it is the soldiers who die and the wealthy class.

It is impossible to change and will not change. Gao Jun is a member with vested interests. If this gang of extrajudicial corpses operates well, he can gain a good impression in front of the French government.

That guy in Paris seems to have something written on his head: Favorability 1, Favorability 20!

Oh shit!

These corpses must be obtained. Boss Gao's eyes were red. Cambesto would not hand these corpses over to the French easily.

He will definitely put forward suggestions, for example, let the French recognize his legal status in Senegal!

Gao Jun looked thoughtful. It seemed that he had to have a good meeting with Mr. de Gaulle, but he had to go to Cambesto first, understand him with reason, move him emotionally, and ask him to hand over the body to him.

Sell ​​your goodwill yourself.

Everyone has a price, not to mention corpses?

I am a businessman, and sometimes the goodwill of both parties is more valuable than dollars.

"Prepare a car for me and let's go see Mr. Cambesto." Gao Jun said to Yevgeny.

The latter responded.

"Mr. Yuri..." Ma Guohua called from behind.

"Don't be anxious, Mr. Ma. Maybe you will be able to leave the country safely in a short time. Don't worry, I won't give up halfway. I am a person who does business. Even if I lose money, I will still have credibility." Gao Jun smiled softly.

Said without laughing.

What if you lose money?

Then kill them, wouldn't it reduce expenditures?

Although Ma Guohua didn't know where Gao Jun got his confidence, he could only believe him now, frowning and forcing a smile.

…

Dakar Presidential Palace!

In the office, Michael Jackson's "Dangerous" sounded. This album was released in November last year and has sold tens of millions of copies so far!

And Cambesto, wearing a large and gorgeous general's costume, was learning to be too scary, and there was a dance teacher next to him.

"Awesome, sir, you are the smartest person I have ever seen!" The dance teacher's face was stiff, but he still praised him as much as possible against his will.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed dryly.

This is not an excuse. Cambesto is really quick to learn things. Those who are good at fighting have no great merits. Those who are good at craftsmanship must have great achievements. Ordinary people cannot achieve this position.

What is the difference between President...and Emperor?

Especially African presidents.

Just the real realization of the emperor taking turns to do it, came to my house today.

Cambesto was out of breath and said with a smile, "I think I have the talent to be a musician or dancer. When it's my birthday, I'll invite Michael Jackson to come over and sing for me."

The dance teacher could only smile and cater to her.

Will they come if you invite them?

"General, Nicholas asks to see you." At this time, the guard knocked on the door and came in and said.

"The Asian?"

"Yes."

It seems that Cambesto has forgotten Gao Jun's name. He only knows that there is an Asian who wants to sell his gun for 100,000 US dollars!

Eight thousand...

Hehehe, his own armed forces will definitely dominate West Africa!

He was not afraid that the other party would lie to him, because he had no intention of paying money first. When doing business, Cambesto always tried it first.

He learned this from Nubia, who once promulgated a very strange law. He wanted to know whether the brides could take care of others when they got married, so he required every married partner to register, and then

He "selected" a few people and let himself go first.

First, check whether the bride is complete for the grooms.

Simply bizarre!

"Invite him in," Cambesto said.

The guard nodded. When the dance teacher saw this, he was about to leave. Cambesto suddenly stopped him, "What do you think of my first dance steps?"

The dance teacher answered fluently, "Great!"

But who knew that as soon as he said this, he saw Cambesto pick up the pistol on the table, point it at his head and shoot him, killing him!

The dance teacher's face was full of astonishment. He couldn't figure out why the other party would shoot until he died.

Cambesto had a serious look on his face, "Cambesto is only perfect and has no flaws. Anyone who has seen flaws must die!"

…

(End of chapter)


Chapter completed!