The next day.

The sky is misty.

The wind coming from Tijuana also has the smell of "big meat". The black dogs who have no money, open their mouths and take a sip, and may even become addicted.

Gao Jun, wearing a straight suit, walked into the company. He was the first to be like this. He sat in his office, holding the photo in his hand. After being stepped on by Bob yesterday, he tried to wipe it clean, but the dirt on it seemed to be stuck and there was no way.

but…

The other party wants to stand up again unless God is black.

Dingdeng~

I heard a hurry and run in a mess at the door. Four or five people rushed in, with horror on their faces, as if there was something human-eating monster behind me.

Gao Jun took out a small recorder from his briefcase, about the size of his palm, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He knew that only the beasts that could cause panic in the deer.

Sure enough, Superintendent Martha followed closely behind.

The inferior perfume was smelled at the door.

She must come to find fault and likes to "kill the chicken to warn the monkey" every day.

And Gao Jun is the chicken that is most easily bullied.

The fat pig's eyes were inspected, but no one dared to look at each other. Finally, it was frozen on Gao Jun, "Gao."

The others were relieved and glanced at him pitifully.

"Is there anything wrong? Ms. Martha." Gao Jun raised his head calmly and asked. This careless look made his colleagues feel that he had changed, unlike his previous submissiveness.

Martha did come over as if she was provoked and scolded loudly, "Stand up!" and kicked the chair.

"You Chinese guy, open your eyes wide, idiot, you should go back to your country, you are useless yellow monkey, you should thank you, I will give you a job, but you are like an uncivilized orangutan, you can't handle it at all!"

"I tell you, if you didn't make an order today, just get out with me and get out like a dog from here..."

Gao Jun really endured enough. He grabbed her hair and smashed her on the table with force. The tools on the table fell on the table in a mess. The colleagues next to him were shocked.

He picked up the utility knife on the table, pressed it against Martha's neck, and gritted his teeth, "I'm fed up with you, you fat pig. I really want to kill you, do you know?"

Gao Jun slowly leaned over and said to her ear, "Even a black dog, I don't want to get into your white pig, you are disgusting!"

"Hehehe, high, don't be impulsive, calm down." A male colleague stood up and said.

Gao Jun hated this hypocritical colleague relationship. She grabbed Martha's hair and looked very frightened, her eyes widened, her lips trembling slightly, "No, no."

"I quit!"

Gao Jun pulled off his work sign, patted her on the face, and took out the recorder from his pocket, "Please send me my salary this month, otherwise, the racial discrimination here will appear in the New York Times. Do you understand? Ms. Martha!"

After saying that, he pushed her hard and the other party fell heavily to the ground.

Gao Jun raised his head halfway, tidied up his suit, and smirked, "Sorry, gentlemen, it's been disturbing your morning. Goodbye, God bless you."

Pick up the bag and recorder and leave.

When he walked out the door, the fat pig there came to his senses and screamed. She was really scared. The Chinese, who had always thought that she was the most "timid" and "easy to bully", actually jumped up.

She clamored to call the police and asked the Chinese to get out of the United States.

But the roaring fiercely on his lips did not move at all.

Because in the United States, racial discrimination is illegal, just like a new white man from the Detroit Fire Department sends watermelons to his colleagues and... was fired.

Because black people felt insulted.

In the United States, before being a bitch, the first thing you have to learn is to disguise, one with human rights on the left and one with world peace on the right.

The "gentlemen" in Congress like this one.

...

"It's so comfortable!"

Gao Jun stood downstairs, raised his head, and happened to see a stubborn ray of sunshine piercing the misty sky.

I've wanted to beat her up long ago.

Don't think that women won't beat them.

I walked to the door of the "Levelling Gun Shop" in a happy mood. The store door had not opened yet, and Paul was not that diligent.

Gao Jun sat on the small pillar at the door waiting, and happened to see the convenience store opposite him open, so he went in and bought a bag of camels.

I usually don’t want to take this pack of 5 US dollars per day.

Once you hold it in your mouth, you feel that you enjoy it differently.

You said that people live, why do you work so hard? You can make money and spend money when you make money. Worry about not having enough savings?

That's because you haven't made enough money!

Standing at the door of the convenience store, he pulled the match, lit a cigarette, threw it a few times, and put it out casually. He saw an old man standing at the door of the gun store.

Wearing a black baseball cap and dark blue clothes, the man was hunched over and wandering anxiously at the door. Maybe his legs and feet were not good, and he was thinking about small steps, and he wrapped a stick in cloth in his hand to put items in his hand.

Gao Jun moved his expression and walked over and said hello, "Hi, sir, is there anything you can do to help you?"

"No, no, thank you." The old man turned his head and looked at him and said.

"I'm very familiar with Paul. Do you need any help from him?" Gao Jun pointed at the gun shop, looked at his watch, and put his waist on his back. "It should take him an hour to get up. You know, the sun in his house always rises later than others."

The humorous joke did not make the old man laugh, but the old face wrinkled together and muttered, his expression became even more anxious.

"You can tell me that I'm happy to help you." Gao Jun was not really so enthusiastic, but a vague intuition that always made him feel that he could make a profit from the old man.

The old man hesitated for a while, pulled off the long cloth, revealing a hunting rifle inside. Moreover, this style is very familiar.

"Model: Remington M870 Type Shotgun (1968 Civil Edition), Caliber: No. 12, Loading: 7 rounds, Manufacturer: Remington Company, Cost price: US$56, Purchase price: US$134, Recommended sales price: US$433, Real-time price fluctuations: 1, Tijuana 511, 2, Ekatipe 478, 3, Guadalajara 476..."

"Evaluation of second-hand weapon product: $117!"

"2 minor damage, lower cover cracks, rifle aging."

“It is recommended to buy.”

tmd.

Troll!

And it is the powerful Remington. Who doesn’t know that it has the largest mouth and is famous in the world.

Whether it is military, police or civilian, it is definitely the first.

"I want to ask Paul to sell this gun." The old man touched the hunting rifle and said, "My granddaughter is going to celebrate her birthday, but I don't have money..."

He said tears fell.

"I can only sell it. It has been paying for more than 20 years. I can't bear to leave it, but I love my granddaughter even more."

Gao Jun sighed, patted his shoulder, comforted him, but his mind began to rotate rapidly. The system gave a second-hand assessment. Can he eat it and then... resell it?

"But it will take Paul a long time..."

Gao Jun shook his head, "This way, I'll take it away. I'm friends with him. It's the same for everyone you sell to, right?"

The old man looked him up and down, "How much can you give?"

Gao Jun stretched out his palm, "50 US dollars!"

The system said that if you give USD 117, you will really shout at this price? This old man was telling a story at a glance. Your granddaughter’s birthday is on? Even if your wife wants to have a son, don’t think about making a penny more from me today.

Gao Jun can tell hundreds of such stories.

He could even say that the Indian next door had insulted his dog, and he had to treat the dog and needed to sell insurance to save the small animals.

Stop making trouble...

The greatest sincerity between people is that I see you as a traitor.

The old man almost didn't mention it in one breath, $50?

But then Gao Jun asked before he could speak, "Do you have any procedures for this hunting rifle? The police station needs to approve the transfer."

He said, looking at the old man's expression, whose facial expression was stiff, Gao Jun immediately knew it, lowered his head and frowned, "You are so embarrassed for me..."

"But I also have a grandfather like you, who treats me well. I see his shadow from you, $55, I want this gun."

Gao Jun said that, and took out a $50 pc from his pocket. The portrait of Ulysses Simpson Grant on it looked like a fool. He searched for the briefcase, found five steel cubes from it, and handed them over.

The old man was confused.

Is this Chinese so "stingy"?

He held the shotgun tightly and shook his head, "No, this price is not good, at least $200."

Gao Jun spread his hands, looking helpless, "I'm sorry, this is beyond my heart. I wish you a good price and he should be here soon." He looked at the watch and said.

The old man doesn't have that much patience.

He looked very anxious.
To be continued...