Lorenzo held Rolex in his hand. As long as he put the 10 AK47 fees on his own, he would be his own watches and the company would not care about it. Even if you got the Leonardo da Vinci's painting, you would not be allowed to hand over it. As long as you don't abandon the company's interests.

Therefore, this job is still very free and very operational.

How could he buy a house and a manor if he relies on his salary?

You laugh at him for his life and death for this little money, but he laughs at you for being unable to pay the mortgage.

Lorenzo doesn't care that the origin of these watches is unknown. He has his own sales channels. If he sells it, it will cost about 70,000 to 80,000 US dollars. As for whether these people understand the market?

In this kind of war-torn place, luxury goods are the most useless things, and only weapons can enjoy privileges.

Lorenzo put his watch in his pocket and saw outside the restaurant. The guy waved to him. He stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to inspect the goods." Humming a small song, he pushed open the door and walked towards the other side of the road, and said to the guy, "Open."

The guy opened the door of the truck and jumped up. There were weapons and ammunition piled up inside. The quantity was not very large, but there were a wide variety. If there was no goods here, just call the company and the nearest warehouse could deliver it to you.

"Move ten ak47!"

Lorenzo gestured a cross gesture. These two guys were not very good in English. The Colombian could only listen to a rough look and made a ok gesture towards Lorenzo.

"Do you need to go up and take a look?" Lorenzo asked.

The second lieutenant hesitated and shook his head, "I believe in your company."

This is true. The savior was able to quickly gain a firm foothold in the market and occupy the market share of private military contractors. In addition to Tang Dao's willingness to spend money, they also have credibility. They are not the kind of second-rate guys who left with one shot. During the Angolan Civil War, UNITA, led by Jos Savenbi, the main party involved in the war, was cheated of 80 million US dollars!

The incident was very big at that time. The other party came from Europe and promised him to help him get four AH-1 nicknamed Cobra, and two birds with the latest equipment from the US military. They asked for 80 million yuan. The price was so terrible!

At that time, after it was reported that he was cheated, Lorenzo laughed privately. Savenbi also wanted to trouble other arms dealers, but because the Savior Company was really a bad name, he didn't have the courage to do so!

The Savior Company is famous for protecting her shortcomings, and Zaire's affairs are still vivid in my mind.

This is also one of the reasons why Lorenzo can still live so well. Finding a thick thigh is the best choice.

Seeing that the lieutenant was not going up, Lorenzo nodded, took out a cigarette and handed him two. The cigarettes were a hard currency and were still very valuable on the battlefield. Especially because of the war, Angola had long stopped trade with the outside world. If they wanted to smoke, they could only find some people to buy it, such as Lorenzo, who even sold cigarettes.

But it’s quite expensive, a pack of camels costs $20!

It's so expensive.

The guy came down with ak47 in his arms and handed it to the person brought by the lieutenant below. Lorenzo nodded, "Do you need to try the gun?"

"No need." The lieutenant waved his hand with a cigarette in his mouth, looked at the camel in Lorenzo's hand, hesitated for a moment, and said bluntly, "Can you give me this cigarette?"

"certainly!"

Lorenzo was stunned, but gave it to the other party generously. Anyway, this was just a pack of cigarettes, and the other party happily took the people away.

Lorenzo is still very happy in doing business and doing good things. He told the guy to close the car door, then took out five dollars and handed it to one of them, asking him to buy some ice water to relieve the heat. He walked back to the restaurant. As soon as he pressed the handle of the door, three black men rushed out from beside him. They seemed to be drunk and pushed Lorenzo away, "Get out, damn white-skinned pig."

Lorenzo staggered, finally holding his feet, frowned, "Hey, man, you guys are so rude."

The three black men were as tall as 1.85 meters tall. The other party was half a head taller than him. They were dressed appropriately, at least not like those refugees. They looked at each other, and the tallest one came out, "I'm sorry, the white-skinned pig."

After saying that, they laughed.

This is Africa, and discrimination against white people also exists. Moreover, due to the exaggeration of some media, this makes the race actually more abrupt.

Lorenzo tucked his waist and saw that the shoes on his feet were dirty, "Omg! My shoes are new."

"Do we need to pay?" the black man teased with his hands in his arms.

"That's not necessary, but please wipe it clean," said Lorenzo.

The tall black man narrowed his eyes, bared his teeth, looked at him condescendingly, and then sprayed swear words in his mouth. The saliva was splashed all over. Suddenly, he stopped abruptly. The other two black men behind him looked at him inexplicably, and his eyes shrank immediately. Then he saw Lorenzo take out a pistol and stuff it into the other person's mouth, "You have too many swear words, sir."

"Wipe it clean." He looked at the other two and said.

This showed no sign of the black man's expression, but obviously... it was very nervous. After looking at each other, the two of them ran away. The tall man was whimpering, obviously he didn't expect that he would be left behind by others.

"It seems that your relationship is not good." Lorenzo opened the insurance with his thumb. The tall man was so scared that his legs were weak, and he kept begging for mercy.

"Mr. Lorenzo, I think you don't need to bully a child."

At this moment, a black man in military uniform walked out of the restaurant with a cigarette in his mouth. Several people were followed by him. Most importantly, this black man Lorenzo was a little familiar with Jos Savenbi!

That is the fool who was cheated of eighty million.

Of course, some people say that they were just given a down payment, about 5 million US dollars, and some people say that they gave it all for 80 million US dollars, but the exact amount is just a mystery. Who dares to ask him? They are warlords!

Jos Savenbi looks very much like the big boss in Call of Duty!

It doesn't seem so easy to get along with.

Especially after being deceived, I feel that my whole body becomes extremely sensitive, especially when everyone sees me, I feel that the other party is laughing at me.

Jos Savenbi looked at Lorenzo. He hated the arms dealer very much, no, it was extremely annoying!

The damn Frenchman will sooner or later find someone to kill him, making himself a joke. Why didn’t he look for a “regular” service company before? Because Lorenzo is too expensive and he wants to save some money and then he is cheated.

Can you blame him?

Jos Savenbi stared at Lorenzo, who put away his pistol and frowned and said to the tall black man, "Get out."

The other party hurriedly ran away, but he was shot and killed just after running a few meters away!

It was the man of Jossa Savengbi, who was holding a weapon and hit the black man with a honeycomb coal.

"Why let him leave? You are my guest. He is so rude, so I apologize to you." Jos Savenbi said with a smile, pointing at the restaurant, "Let's go have a drink?"

Lorenzo felt a little worried. This guy was not kind to come.

He nodded and followed the other party in. All the others in the restaurant had been driven away?

Why do you "leave voluntarily?"

You took the gun back...

As soon as he sat down, Joss Savenbi began to talk about the serious matter, "I want to buy some goods from you."

Walt?

This... Finally, I'm asking a regular manufacturer to find a job?
Chapter completed!