There is a thin line between heaven and hell.

The US dollars are used to build a bridge in the middle.

Behind the huge wealth is a lot of filth.

Gao Jun would never deny this, why should he deny it? He once tried to imagine and use knowledge to change the world. Later, in a capitalist country, he discovered...

This fart really stinks.

What counts as a capital country?

Please open the world map and take a look, everything with names is there.

If I had a few hundred million dollars...

Then I am also a good person.

Well, Americans will admit it.

Under Gao Jun's strong persuasion, Paul pinched his nose and agreed to drag Tomambi into the "game".

"What share do you think is appropriate for him?"

"We need to have the absolute right to speak. You don't want us to work for him, right?" Gao Jun said.

The two of them thought about it and decided to let Paul go and clean up his face. No matter how nice he was, for Catherine's sake, the price would be at least 20%!

Gao Jun looked at him and said, "Take it from me."

Paul stiffened his neck and said, "Man, you only have 30%, so you better share it with me."

Did you see that?

Some people always think they are being loyal, but in fact they are just being mean.

Benefits are being distributed...

The most taboo thing is humility.

A money order in the bank is always more noble than friendship between friends, especially between poor friends.

Of course, if you think you are happy, then just pretend you didn’t say anything.

"How are things going with you over there?"

Paul calmed down and said, "I will get the trade license within three days. It is legal and formal, and it can be fully checked on the file. Don't worry."

"That's good, now there is only one last thing left. We need to buy some potatoes."

"There is no shortage of these in the farms in San Diego. Those unsaleable farmers are starving to death. You can sell them for more than ten kilograms for 1 dollar, and they are almost rotting on the ground." Paul said casually, and returned the money.

He cursed, "Damn Congress!"

Gao Jun also cursed after him.

In the United States, just like there must be black and yellow people in TV dramas, if you occasionally express dissatisfaction with the government, this is called political correctness.

When I was in school, black people organized anti-racial discrimination protests.

However, Gao Jun was too lazy to participate.

It's not that he is noble, but that he read a sentence from an unknown book, "When you are weak, the law is here to shackle you; when you are strong, the law is here to make you change it."

Speaking of which, the two of them conspired again to discuss what the other party needs to do, and they must not let the FBI catch them.

In the end, it was decided that the gun store could not be closed, otherwise it would be too obvious, and Catherine could not be allowed to help look after the store, so Tommen had to ask someone to help take care of it.

After sorting out everything, Paul suggested a get-together and took Gao Jun to KFC...

Holding a burger and leaning against the window is at least much better than the homeless people outside.

After eating, Paul walked towards Tomambi's territory with a very reluctant expression but a very honest body.

"That's an arrogant, bastard. Even that bitch in Berlin (RS, a famous beauty.) is more glorious than him." Paul complained all the way.

It seemed as if the other party should be beaten to death directly.

"Okay, Paul, don't let him hear it." Gao Jun said helplessly.

Tomanby's hometown is also a bar. I don't know why these people who are engaged in societies and gray industries only love bars. Maybe it is more convenient to launder money?

"Paul?"

A surprised cry made the two of them look up.

It's an acquaintance.

He was the black man with dreadlocks who came to the gun store to pick up a Remington.

"Bison, Dibis." Paul introduced in a low voice from the side.

Gao Jun looked at the other person's nose ring and nodded. Black Dog always likes to come up with something new and unique. Is this called fashion?

This is called nmgb!

"Is Tommenby here?"

Dibis glanced at Gao Jun and nodded slightly, "The boss is inside, what do you want from him?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Paul said firmly.

Gao Jun shook his head, why don't you have a good relationship with the people around Tomambi? If he has any shortcomings in the future, you won't be able to fish in troubled waters, and you won't have any skills at all.

Didn't you see that nigger face of DiBis...are his teeth black with anger?

Gao Jun took out a pack of Lucky cigarettes from his pocket, sealed it in front of his face, pulled out one and handed it to Dibis, "Want one?"

The black man hesitated and took it. Just as he was touching the lighter, Gao Jun lit it for him personally.

Lucky Strike cigarettes are not cheap. Of course, the ones that cost 100,000 US dollars a pack are special offers and cannot be compared, but an ordinary pack costs close to 100 US dollars. This pack is for pulling, and he still keeps a pack of Camels for smoking.

In this world, when it comes to giving gifts or putting on a smile, there are probably few people who can surpass the Chinese.

After Gao Jun finished this set of procedures, Dibis's face softened slightly and he glanced at Paul. The meaning was obvious: learn from it.

"Boss is in a bad mood recently, please pay attention." Dibis thought for a moment and said.

"Thank you." Gao Jun smiled and watched the other party go out.

"Gao, why are you so polite to him? He is notorious!" Paul muttered.

He still upholds a very strong view of good and evil in his bones.

You have already sold arms, and you still say that others are notorious? As expected, this is the kind of person you are talking about.

Gao Jun didn't have much thought to give him a social lesson, so he made a few casual remarks and walked into the bar.

Because it wasn't open yet, it seemed very empty.

At a glance, he saw Tomanbi sitting in the booth, and the other person also looked over, his eyes gathering in mid-air. This was the first time Gao Jun saw him. He was an ordinary white male, about 30 years old.

"Why are you here?" Tomambi said not very friendly.

Paul looked at Gao Jun, who stood up with a smile and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Mr. Tomanby."

The other party simply ignored his outstretched hand and sat on the booth, watching quietly.

Gao Jun didn't feel embarrassed, so he took back his hand, understanding that the other party didn't want to make small talk, and said frankly: "We came to you and hope you can be our middleman. We need some 9mm Parabellum pistol bullets."

"a little?"

"Forty thousand rounds."

Tomambi's eyes flashed.

Finally, he looked at Gao Jun seriously.

Forty thousand rounds of ammunition…

Is this called a bit?

According to the average consumption in local wars, it can kill about one person.

But for the community, it may be dozens or even hundreds of lives. These bullets are enough to give bankers a headache.

There were 1,667 gun crimes in San Diego in 1989!

There are an average of 5 crimes a day, and this crime rate is not the highest in the United States, including Detroit, Flint, Anchorage, etc.

"What do you need to do?" Tomanby warned in his tone, looking at Paul with a fierce look, "Are you going to kill that Mr. Beef?" (nickname: Mr. Beef).

It seems that Tommenby is quite fond of this brother-in-law.

"We are in serious business!" Paul said with a frown.

"We opened a trading company, and my kid in Mexico told me he needed some bullets..."

"Are you telling me that you are smuggling arms?"

Gao Jun corrected his mistake, "This is not smuggling, it's just helping a friend appropriately."

"What does your friend need 40,000 rounds of ammunition for? Is he going to use these to make a fire?" Tomanby mocked.

"It's for personal use."
To be continued...