Anita was immersed in the fragrance of her taste buds, and Gao Jun's sudden attack made her almost choke, patted her chest, and waved her hand gesturefully, "Boss, what do you mean by this?" ”

"It's very simple, I can give you a reward of 500,000 US dollars, or 2% of the profits of the "God of Destruction" in the European and American markets, which one do you choose? Gao Jun said bluntly that the price surprised Ernest.

Because, few arms dealers will give designers dividends, for example, the F16 developed by Lockheed is sold in more than 30 countries around the world, isn't that... The designer is going to make money, although the pistol and the fighter cannot be compared, but in essence, they want to be the same, if the "God of Destruction" forms a hit, the profit of two percent is simply to make Anita open her pockets and keep stuffing money into it.

As long as it is a normal person, they will choose the latter!

500,000 US dollars, which may seem like a lot, but it is not enough for the price of a screw on the F16...

Sure enough, Anita was also surprised by Gao Jun's generosity, and she looked at Lucian a little bewildered, who frowned.

Grabbing Anita's hand, he understood that he had to stand up for himself at this time, Anita's character was too weak, and she was very bad at this kind of competition for interests.

Lucian looked at Gao Jun and said boldly, "We choose the second option, and Anita can serve HP, but if there is a large company to solicit, your company can't set up a pipe card." ”

Gao Jun frowned, his hand paused slightly, raised his head and stared at Lucien, and scolded his mother in his heart.

He still thinks this guy is an honest man, but he has a lot of eyes, Lucien is arranging a back road for Anita, this is because he thinks that HP Company can't tolerate her big Buddha, or rather, the private arms dealer will be killed sooner or later!

Gao Jun had a lot of scenes, his eyes glanced at each other between Anita and Lucian, and suddenly smiled, "Of course you can, where to go is Miss Anita's freedom, I definitely won't set up a stuck point, but, my request, the patent application for "God of Destruction" must be HP company!" ”

Lucien hesitated slightly, then agreed on Anita's behalf.

Gao Jun looked at the other party deeply, took a sip of the broth, he was a little curious about Lucien in his heart, and he had to find an opportunity to let people check his details.

At this moment, Xiu'er was serving the food, Gao Jun hurriedly changed the topic, knocked the chopsticks lightly on the table, first reached out and added a piece of duck neck into his mouth, and shouted at Ernest and the others very exaggeratedly, "Taste it..."

Ernest had been listening to the side, he had actually tried to recruit Anita under his command, but he didn't dare to speak! Don't look at Gao Jun's polite conversation with him now, but he doesn't want to mess with this mess, the arms dealer has dirt in his hands, if he lets him know that he is digging the foot of the wall, the next day, he will have to lie on the floor of the house!

In this regard, Ernest had no doubt at all, he could only suppress this idea, scooped up the spicy soup at will, almost didn't burn the skin of his mouth, and drank it all in a hurry, which made the numb tongue slow down for a while, and the forehead was full of sweat stains, and smiled bitterly at Gao Jun, "God, it's so spicy, I can't even feel where my tongue is." ”

"You have to drink it slowly so you can taste the sweetness and sourness in it." Gao Jun pursed his lips, squinting his eyes very cheerfully.

Ernest felt the tingling on his lips, waved his hand with a sneer, groaned, and hooked his fingers at the secretary, who hurriedly stood up and straightened his skirt and leaned over, bent over, and leaned his ears over, and his chest instantly revealed a moment of spring.

The eyes of several black men directly opposite lit up!

They are all at the bottom of society, when have I ever seen such a beautiful woman baring her breasts to them, she didn't have much brains, but now she was carried away by hormones, they looked at each other, and the black man sitting in the innermost put his hand into his trouser pocket and began to shake up and down... His eyes stared at the secretary, and the sound of breathing gradually

Ernest asked the secretary to take out two stacks of dollars from the bag he was carrying, and slapped them directly on the table, this movement was not small, and the nearby spectators who were already staring at Gao Jun and others were all wide-eyed, that stack of dollars, at least thirty or forty thousand!

"Fuck! It's really rich...", a Chinese man said with his head down enviously, licking his tongue.

The eyes of the people around are red, tens of thousands of dollars, enough to make people crazy, and some families may not be able to earn so much money in a year.

Aren't many people who come to Chinatown just to eat? There are some of them who are bold, but as soon as they leave the stool, they see Adolf and the others gathered around, and sit down stupidly, they don't have much confidence that they can withstand the punch of these strong men, and besides, Chinatown has the rules of Chinatown, if you come blindly, you may not be thrown into the Hudson River tomorrow and drowned.

Don't think that overseas Chinese can hold a group, there is absolutely no ambiguity when it is time to hold a group, but when it touches the bottom line or even a problem of interests, it will definitely be blacker than outsiders!

The one who stabs you in the back is always the one you think you trust the most.

"This is the money for fifty handfuls of goods, you take it first." Ernest said.

Gao Jun didn't get started, just leaned his elbows on the table, looked at the other party, and shook his shoulders, "Then I'll take it, and when the goods come out, I'll have someone send it to you." ”

"I'm not in a hurry, I want to discuss a deal with you." Ernest moved the bowl in front of him to the side, and said in a low voice, "I want to destroy God's sales rights in North America, but this is not a contract with HP, I will sign directly with Ms. Anita." ”

tmd！

Gao Jun really wanted to paste the food on the other party's face, the Yankee's shamelessness he simply learned deep into the bone marrow, he wanted to make money, and he was afraid of being targeted after having too much contact with HP, so he wanted to sign a contract with Anita directly!

This dog's day...

Ernest saw Gao Jun's face slowly darkening, and secretly screamed in his heart, so he quickly opened his chips, "I can buy sales rights for two million dollars a year!" ”

Two million dollars? Gao Jun's originally frowning brow eased, which is equivalent to 5,000 pieces, you know, in 2002, the gun manufacturing and sales industry contributed about $31.84 billion to the overall output of the U.S. economy. In terms of tax revenue, the gun manufacturing and sales industry also paid about $2.07 billion in taxes that year. That's a considerable amount of industry tax!

According to guns., a professional gun website in the United States, the annual revenue of the U.S. gun and ammunition manufacturing industry can reach $13.5 billion, while profits can reach $1.5 billion. Among them, the annual revenue of the gun and ammunition store can reach 3.1 billion US dollars, and the profit can reach 400 million US dollars.

That's about eight million!

Of course, this includes pistols, rifles, shotguns...

The number of guns owned by the Hawks ranges from 270 million to 310 million, and 31 percent of American households own guns. According to Smith & Wesson, the largest gunsmith in the United States, Americans spend close to $2 billion a year on handguns...

So, Ernest's two million dollars is like a handout for a beggar!

The corners of Gao Jun's mouth twitched, if this was his own nest, he really wanted to fucking tie him to a tree, and then suddenly.

"Knock knock..."

He tapped his right hand on the table and looked at Ernest with a playful look in his eyes, "Man, are you kidding?" ”

The old guy's heart sank, but his face did not change, but he wrinkled his eyebrows, a little dissatisfied, "Gao, I never have time to waste on jokes, if you are not satisfied, you can say, there is no need to be so weird, God knows that I am an honest person." ”

Will the businessman be honest?

Now Gao Jun offers the right price and asks Ernest to kill all the people in the restaurant, and this grandson will come.

Only the right interests will sell the same weight of soul.

"$40 million a year! At a fixed price, the sales rights of all North America will be given to you. Gao Jun directly offered a terrifying price.

Anita next to her shook her hand, accidentally knocked the cup on the ground, and broke it in half, she apologized in a panic, and was about to squat down to clean it up.

"Let the waiter come, man, clean up over here." Lucian grabbed Anita and shouted to the old horse, who quickly asked the waiter to come up and clean up and sweep the broken glass into the dustpan.

Among them, Gao Jun's eyes did not glance, and stared directly at Ernest, with determination.

"That's too high!"

The old guy has an ugly face, two million directly to forty million, how is this possible?

And at the price of $400 each, it will take at least 100,000 to pay back... CTM, this earns **!

"There are a total of 23 countries in North America, and Bosfield can sell this gun to the national level, and then there will be more than 100,000 law enforcement officers alone." Gao Jun's words are very understatement, but in fact, they are extremely insidious, the sales of weapons at the national level in North America are regarded as forbidden by large companies, and if Persifett wants to occupy the market, he will conflict with them, and when the time comes... It's a good show.

If Ernest really had the ability to sell the gun, he wouldn't lose money...

Perhaps, it would be better to spread the reputation of the God of Destruction even further and sell it in other states?

Gao Jun is calculating him!

Ernest didn't understand that he could gain a foothold in Washington's business sea, which showed his ability, but his entanglement was whether he could resist the counterattack of future arms dealers, he was a little weak-minded, but more greedy...

This person wants to make money but doesn't want to take the risks he deserves, he is afraid of prolapse when he, and he can only make money by pinning his head to the waistband of his pants and raping the law.

Gao Jun was not in a hurry to urge him, and slowly filled his stomach with the soup.

After about three or four minutes, Ernest's face went through several colors, and he leaned over to speak, "High..."

But who knows, as soon as this word came out, there was a roar, "robbery!!" "I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~