The next day, early morning.

At the entrance of Chinatown, Aunt Ma’s Breakfast Shop.

Gao Jun was holding fried dough sticks and drinking porridge. The only place where he could be late in a foreign country for such a familiar breakfast was in Chinatown.

Of course, you can also see ghosts.

Nie Zhenbang took out his money and stopped Gao Jun who wanted to pay, "Cousin, how can I make you pay if you come here?"

He turned around and said with a smile, "Aunt Ma, how much does it cost."

"1 dollar."

Abang put the money on the table. Aunt Ma looked at Gao Jun who was sitting there and lowered her voice and said, "Is this a relative of yours?"

"My cousin."

Aunt Ma looked at Gao Jun and said, "He looks quite rich."

"I don't know about that. Leave the money here while you are busy." Nie Zhenbang waved his hands, obviously not wanting to say more on this matter.

Looking at their backs, Aunt Ma curled her lips.

This passion and jealousy cannot be hidden.

What is Chinatown?

In fact, a group of "lower class" people from China live together, forming a unique situation. Do you want everyone to live in small Western-style buildings? Don't be kidding, do you really think there is gold everywhere abroad?

There's almost shit everywhere.

Nie Zhenbang was walking beside him and couldn't help but wonder, "Cousin, how big is your business now?"

"When I first started, my customers were scattered. They were all retail investors and they were all overseas. I wanted to find a long-term partner."

They are all little minions. We don’t know when they will be wiped out. At least find a warlord. You can’t load the ships by yourself. Good guy, you said you are surrendering.

Arms dealers hate stability the most, but they also want their customers to be stable.

Of course, the premise is that you have money. If you don’t have money, you might as well die.

"Where is the cannery factory?" Gao Jun didn't want to say more to his cousin, because later this guy would really follow him.

Anyone can die in the next second.

War never chooses its dead.

When you hang a cross, the function of the amulet is to make people recognize that the body is yours.

"You lead the way, and you are the co-pilot."

Nie Zhenbang looked at the two headlights of Toyota GT-S flashing and said with envy, "Cousin, this car is yours?"

"Do you like it? If you like it, take it and open it."

This car is rented, and the deposit is 4,000 US dollars. I don’t know how much it is worth. If you like it, you can drive it.

Although Nie Zhenbang wanted to, his reason told him that this kind of "big toy" was too expensive. He shook his head and said, "No, no need."

Gao Jun didn't force himself and got into the car. It was a little more crowded in the back. Umbrella drove towards "Market Street".

…

Market Street in San Francisco is a general term used by Chinese people.

Many factories are here.

You can see a yellow man with a prosperous face, squatting tiredly in a dark corner where the sun does not shine, staring blankly at the pedestrians coming and going around him.

In this kind of coolie land, white people are rarely seen. Even if they are, they are in the management. Those proud "gentlemen" say that yellow people have taken away their jobs. In fact, they would rather be tramps than go to work.

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In the bones of a robber…

What good seeds can be produced?

"It's right inside." Nie Zhenbang said, "My mother often came here to play mahjong, and I followed her a few times."

At the door of the deepest factory building, a signboard hangs: "John's Cannery".

This brand is quite old and has lost its gum.

It was very quiet inside, but there was a dog tied at the door and the retractable door was closed. Nie Zhenbang went up and knocked on the door.

"Who is it!" An impatient voice came, and someone came over. Nie Zhenbang was startled when he saw the person coming, "Uncle Abin."

The man was wearing a suit, which looked very cheap. He wore a pair of glasses, raised his eyebrows, and his whole face looked slightly vulgar, resembling the X-rated actor Charlie Cao.

"Abang, it's you, why are you here?" The other party's tone was slightly slower, but his brows were still furrowed.

Nie Zhenbang also felt it and said directly, "My cousin came to you to discuss business."

The other party looked over and looked up and down at Gao Jun and others.

"Hello, Mr. Wu." Gao Jun smiled and stretched out his hand.

On the way here, I learned that the other party’s name was Wu Guobin.

"Hello, but my factory is going to be transferred. Business is not good and the workers have dispersed."

When Gao Jun heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Are those devices still there?"

"They're all inside." Wu Guobin pointed to the factory building, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something. Looking at him, Gao Jun smiled and said, "Let me take a look. If there is no problem with the equipment, I can take over."

Anyway, if you want to produce rotten cans, as long as the equipment is in place and a dog is put in to supervise it, it will be fine.

Wu Guobin hurriedly opened the retractable door. The lying dog got up and barked wildly. He kicked the opponent in the air and said, "Go, go, go."

Standing on one side to prevent Gao Jun and the others from being bitten by the dog, he watched them walk in and then trotted after them. "This factory is more than 600 square meters and has 2 sets of equipment. If the raw materials and employees can meet the requirements, we can produce it in one minute."

About 40 cans.”

So one production line without stopping for a day can produce 57,600 cans, and two production lines can produce close to 115,000 cans.

The output is good.

Gao Jun stood at the door and took a look. It was indeed quite big and well maintained. There was no dirt on the floor.

"Is business not doing well lately?" he asked casually.

Wu Guobin laughed sarcastically, "The price of raw materials has increased and the canned food market is saturated. I plan to return to China."

"Uncle Abin, you want to go back to China?" Nie Zhenbang said in surprise.

"Yes, all the good things outside are not as good as at home. People think you are living a prosperous life outside, but in fact... you have lost your teeth and you are suffering in your stomach. Only you know what is floating outside and never comes back.

Everyone in the family has their own difficulties."

There is no place for you in a foreign country.

Gao Jun glanced at his cousin. He lowered his head and looked sentimental.

Young people, you still lack exercise. Do you believe what others say?

"How much do you want to transfer?"

"$100,000!"

When Gao Jun heard the quotation, he looked at Wu Guobin, and Nie Zhenbang's eyes widened as well.

"20,000 US dollars. If you agree, I will give you the money. If you don't agree, I will find someone else. I see you are not the only one in this factory."

What 100,000 US dollars, how dare you shout!

Even the skull of John F. Kennedy buried in your factory is not worth that much.

Wu Guobin opened his mouth to speak, but Gao Jun made a move to leave and immediately agreed.

"The raw material suppliers will also provide it to us."

"Okay, you guys wait a minute, I'll call the management here and sign a contract." Wu Guobin seemed to be afraid that Gao Jun would regret it, so he immediately prepared to complete all the procedures.

"Cousin, why did you buy this place? It's of no use."

Gao Jun looked around and said, "It's quite big."

It would be a good place to store weapons in the future, and it could also be used as a warehouse.

"There is a huge demand for canned food in the Soviet Union, and I can also sell it to Afghanistan. People there have no food to eat every day, and the canned food is cheap. Since Mr. Wu wanted to transfer it, I took it over."

Who says arms dealers must sell arms?

As long as the frontline troops need it, anything can be sold!

Condoms, lunch boxes, and even body bags can be sold.

Don't think that these are not profitable.

In a war zone, everything is valuable except life.

Think about it, when you feel depressed during a war, if an original copy of "Playboy" is delivered to you, will you be able to press the m60 with one hand?
To be continued...