Gao Jun's briefcase is full of U.S. dollars.

I found a box containing 107 rocket launcher shells from the truck. It said in Chinese: Caoxian Coffin.

This wood…

Not serious!

He neatly piled up wads of banknotes and repeated them a few times before feeling sore in his back. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were just like this. If he sold a big item in the future, would he still have to hire someone to collect the money?

I feel happy just thinking about it.

The tent curtain behind him was opened. Gao Jun looked back and saw that it was Umbrella. The other party said: "Boss, I asked, Mr. Bishop was killed by a shell, and his body... was snatched away by the Iraqis."

I can’t find the cemetery.”

Hearing this, Boss Gao was a little sad.

He originally wanted to pay homage to the other party while he was leaving.

after all…

People spent tens of thousands of dollars on their own place and were bombed to death. They have to show their respect. However, you said that Saudi Arabia is indeed "poor".

There are no white sails, candles, ingots or anything else.

I thought about bowing for a moment, but my dear, the bodies were all gone.

However, his figure should be everywhere in the air.

Will always live in Gao Jun's heart.

The other party was the first to let him know that gold could be used for transactions!

"He will definitely sleep peacefully in Huabak's arms." Gao Jun said something for the occasion, and then changed the subject, "Is the car ready?"

"When we are ready, I asked Nasser to buy us tickets to San Francisco and we will leave in the evening."

Gao Jun looked at his watch. There was some friction on the dial. He rubbed it clean with his thumb, "Okay, let's go then. We can still make some money in time."

"Go call Scottis and let's go."

Of course Gao Jun would move the money on the ground himself, so how could he bother others?

How much do you think $500,000 weighs?

It's heavier than life.

There is something to say.

Money is important, life is important, of course it is money, but can it also be life? Everyone has life, but not everyone can have money.

When he came out carrying the box, he happened to see Nasser and his party.

Yuri has an unusual relationship with them now.

After all, he was a "close comrade-in-arms" who had "beat up" Iraq in a battlefield, and his trust level was very high.

Montasari looked at him with an "expression". Of course, the most important thing was to hope that he could deliver the goods as soon as possible.

"Yuri, next time you come, I will introduce you to the Kuwaiti royal family." The fat man said while holding on to the window sill.

Hey, when you say this, I want to get off the car.

But Gao Jun also felt guilty. The main reason was that he was just wrangling and had no connections or channels behind him. What if the Kuwaitis asked him to buy an airplane?

Do you want to go to Gambia to purchase goods?

He suppressed his inner anxiety and patted the other person's hand, "Thank you, I will miss you, buddy."

Montasari's chin trembled, he stepped back and waved at him.

A big dog owner is passionate.

"It looks like I'll have to bring some good stuff next time. These people's appetite is getting bigger and bigger."

Gao Jun sat in the back seat, took out the unopened package of Lucky Strikes from the inner lining, tore off the plastic film, flicked his wrist, took out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and gestured towards Umbrella

.

The other party waved his hand to indicate that he did not smoke, but it turned out that Scottis was a smoker.

"Boss, what are we going to San Francisco for now?" The latter drove the car, glanced at the reflector, and touched the lighter in the groove with his right hand.

"Let's go to Xiaosha. I have been on a business trip for more than half a month. When I was in Afghanistan, I didn't open my eyes because I was afraid of being hit by artillery shells. In Saudi Arabia, I hate the sand here." Gao Jun said, patting the side of his body.

Money Box".

"I have an uncle in San Francisco. I'm going to visit him and relax. I have to spend the money I make."

He has a cousin who runs a law firm in San Francisco's Chinatown. He heard that he studied at Kutafen Law University in Moscow in the Soviet Union and has some connections. Some Soviet classmates even have some status in the military. Gao Jun wants to ask

Do they still keep in touch with each other?

He wants to start some trading business.

Send some potatoes over there, and then ask them for some "special products". It's best to have connections and know where to send them.

I heard that the people there were short of food and clothing, so Gao Jun, who was cautious and kind-hearted, naturally wanted to send some warmth.

What he hates the most is people being unlucky.

…

After driving for more than four hours, we finally arrived in Riyadh and deposited all the money in the bank while it was still closed.

This time it was deposited with HSBC.

You can't put your eggs in one basket.

After coming out of the bank, I was about to board the plane. I grabbed a bite to eat at the airport, and an interesting thing happened during the security check.

A pistol was found in a black man's bag.

He defended loudly, "I picked this up, I didn't know."

This excuse...

Who really believes that if a big dog can pick up a "button" in the desert, you can pick up a gun?

"You are racist!" Hei Ge shouted loudly.

Hey…

Good guy, are you talking about discrimination against black people in the Arab world?

The security inspector laughed, and he nodded seriously, "Yes, sir, I will put you in the zoo. Children like to watch a monkey performing a meal."

The security personnel went up, held him down, and took him away.

"He should be castrated." The colleague next to him said softly, which Gao Jun could hear.

"Sir, please put your bag on the track."

Gao Jun obeyed the arrangement, but he was also a little nervous, because there was a micro-punch inside, but the two security personnel smiled at each other and didn't even look at it. They just wanted to mess with the black man on purpose!

Gao Jun calmly took the bag and left, but felt frightened in his heart.

The security check is full of loopholes. Sooner or later, the "Egyptian Airlines Flight 648" incident will happen again. If nothing happens, don't come here.

Follow the passengers onto the plane.

A very familiar "Welcome aboard" made Gao Jun raise his head, his eyes narrowed, and it was Agnes.

The other party also saw him and smiled at him.

"Is this Ethiopian Airlines?" Gao Jun squinted and asked Umbrella beside him.

"No, it's Saudi Arabian Airlines."

"Interesting, it seems that our Miss Agnes changes jobs very quickly."

Boss Gao said to himself and couldn't help but laugh at this "coincidence". He didn't believe there were so many coincidences in this world.

and…

It happened to be the flight I took.

There must be a conspiracy here!

But he walked into the cabin without changing his expression, and extended his hand towards Agnes like a gentleman, "We have met before. God really loves me. Why are you here in Saudi Arabia?"

"I was transferred here to help, and I'm very happy to meet you."

Agnes' eyes looked like she wanted to eat Gao Jun. If it wasn't in public, maybe she would hug him and kiss him.

After chatting for a while, he walked towards the seat. When he sat down, he pulled down his seat belt and asked, "Do you think it's such a coincidence?"

He was asking Umbrella next to him.

"The probability of a shell hitting a crater is very low."

Gao Jun looked at him, and he looked at the boss.

"Yeah, it seems that when I'm in transit, I have to ask Ms. Agnes if she needs any help."

"What if she lies?" Gao Jun suddenly said, but then smiled and continued, "Lawyers and judges only need testimony, but we don't."
Chapter completed!