Hongyan CQ260 truck drove into the tribe.

Hearing the commotion, Nasser and his people came over to greet them in high spirits.

"Goods to?"

Gao Jun nodded and took him around to the back of the truck. He did not introduce Paul here.

Nasser also thought it was just his employee and did not ask.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the smell of stinky salted fish, which made Gao Jun take two steps back. The car was still full of sewage.

"Where did you find the car?" he asked, looking at Paul and frowning.

"Wet market."

No wonder…

It tastes stronger than abalone.

Gao Jun stepped aside half of his body, smiled at Nasser, climbed onto the train, and saw the boxes piled inside, with a look of enthusiasm on his face.

Those boxes come in all kinds of shapes, including plastic boxes and foam boxes.

"Get an iron rod." He shouted down.

Newman hurriedly handed it over and pried open one of the boxes with "Humanitarian Aid" written in English. Inside were yellow and orange bullets.

Gao Jun grabbed two bullets in his hand. They were more comfortable than touching a gun. He showed them to Nasser beside him, "NATO standard bullets, 7.62mm." He put them under his nose and smelled them.

"It's still very new. It may take less than 36 hours to go from the factory in Europe to the Rub' al-Khali Desert."

Nasser was very interested, "You also know this?"

"I can feel the timidity of this little guy." Gao Jun said seriously, and the two looked at each other and laughed.

Nasser asked people to move the weapons to the car.

Check it carefully.

"Don't worry, my business is not a one-time transaction, but a steady flow of water. If my goods are not good, it will greatly affect my reputation."

Gao Jun stood aside and watched Nasser load the bullet quickly and clamp the magazine tightly on the gun. He looked so skillful that he didn't look like a good person.

He shot a bunch of bullets into the sky and was very satisfied.

Gao Jun took advantage of the situation and handed over the order. The meaning was obvious, brother, you can check out now.

Nasser was also very happy and handed him $100,000, "I have a bigger business here, are you interested?"

Gao Jun looked at him with interest, "Of course."

"Let's talk in my tent."

"Paul, you go and rest first. Just leave this place to me." Gao Jin called to the man squatting on the ground not far away. The man raised his head and nodded without interest.

Making money is so uninteresting.

I just want women.

No future.

Following Nasser into the tent, the other party made Gao Jun a cup of tea, but looking at the Chat grass floating on it, he was a little cautious and couldn't touch it.

"What do you think of this tea?"

Gao Jun nodded and praised perfunctorily, "It's great."

"I want to trade this with you for weapons, a 6kg AR-15. I have 1,200kg here." Nasser looked at him and said.

Gao Jun thought he was joking, "I can't deposit 1,200 kilograms of tea in Manhattan Bank."

"Listen clearly, Yuri, you should thank me. Have you looked at today's market price? If this batch of tea is taken to Colombia, it will increase by at least 40%."

Gao Jun stretched out his left hand, "No, no, no, I'm a gun seller, not a tea seller."

"Diversification reduces risk."

qnmd!

It always feels weird to say this from the mouth of a desert tribe leader.

"My principle in selling guns is that I only want money. Of course gold and diamonds are also acceptable, but these are not based on market prices."

Nasser's face tightened, "You don't want to do business with me anymore?"

"Of course we have to do business, but you can't let me haul these tea leaves to catch the plane. I want money, money,????" He said it in three languages.

What business can you do without money?

Being a bitch has its costs, right? Rent a house in an alley and you have to pay rent. Just let me take care of this bunch of tea leaves. I'm sure you won't be blocked at the customs.

Nasser frowned, very unhappy.

"Actually, I have a cooperation plan here. Do you want to hear it?" Gao Jun said.

The other person's cheek lifted slightly.

"I think we can cooperate. The Rub al-Khali Desert is an important traffic junction. Now if you want to enter Kuwait, you have to enter from Saudi Arabia or from the other side, but you know that the intersection there has been blocked. That is to say,

This is the only way."

Nasser thought deeply after hearing this.

"My business is very big. In this war, I will definitely have more supplies. I need someone to help me."

Success piled on lies and deception requires bigger lies and bigger deceptions, but I have to say, it will be very simple.

Gao Jun needs to borrow Nasser's power to travel through the desert, which can reduce a lot of unnecessary trouble and costs.

"What do I get?" Nasser asked.

"I can give you the lowest price."

"Lowest price?"

“Yes, the lowest price in the entire area.”

Nasser was a little excited when he heard what Gao Jun said, "The price of AR-15 is 1,100 US dollars?"

"This is the cost price." Gao Jun said seriously, "I don't make any money, I'll give you the profit."

"What you have to do is to help me transport between Kuwait and Saudi Arabia and ensure adequate security. Also, help me get to know more emirs in the subsequent gatherings."

This is what Gao Jun had in mind.

At a gathering of big dogs, this piece of meat is so appetizing.

Nasser thought for a moment, then agreed, and placed an order on the spot, asking for 200 AR-15s to be shipped.

This can arm a reinforced company.

Although Gao Jun was curious, he didn't ask what he was doing. It was none of his business, as long as he could make money.

Add stock!

Let Tomanbi add more goods!

200 is $220,000.

Gao Jun's first thought was whether he could make some money there. After all, the two partners didn't know how much they sold.

The purchase price was 650 US dollars, and I said it would be sold for 900 US dollars, and I could save another 200 US dollars, which is 40,000 US dollars.

Dry!

Damn it, I’m not the boss.

The company loses money and I get rich. I don't care whether it goes bankrupt or not.

As for whether Tomanbi will check the accounts, do you think that person really believes in Gao Jun?

There must be doubts in my heart.

Otherwise, Newman and Simpson would not have been sent.

And Gao Jun also thought about it. He was in this place, more than thousands of kilometers away from the United States. No matter how awesome Tommen was, could he reach in?

At worst, we'll start breaking up from here.

He also always felt that it was better to work alone.

Most importantly, it’s all up to you to make money!

As for the source of the goods…

Saudi Arabia is not far from Afghanistan. The Soviet Union just withdrew its troops in 1989. Do you think Mao Zedong’s annual military expenditure of 5 billion US dollars left little behind?

That is to say, I still don’t know the situation yet, so I still want to gather more wool.

Gao Jun is the kind of person with a very decisive personality. If he thinks the team needs to break up, he will find ways to benefit himself.

It would be best for Toman to ship every order, then get the money himself, and return it to San Diego when the time comes?

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To be continued...