"It's like a roadside vendor in Santos. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "For Wen Hui to make such an exclamation, there is naturally a factual basis.

After solving the attacker's matter, Wen Hui did not stay at Santos, and followed Santos out to "visit relatives". The person to be met this time is Santos's godfather, a few large estate owners after Escobar, who can be regarded as a "prince" type figure who controls one side.

The number of troops under his command exceeded 10,000, black and white were all eaten, and the energy of this person could be seen in the fact that no government action found him, and the government was unwilling to provoke him. This man is also Santos's only supporter when he is in trouble this time, mentally, compared to his peers who sharpen their knives, this is already the greatest help Santos has received.

"So your relationship isn't really that close?" On the plane, Wen Hui asked very bluntly.

"No, we're close now, because I'm holding my turf and expanding my sphere of influence so that those who offend me get what they deserve, so our relationship is very good." Santos naturally gave a reason.

Understood, this is also a "pragmatic" guy. Wen Hui nodded, knowing how to deal with the person he was about to meet.

As soon as I got off the plane, someone greeted me: "Look who's back?" Our Peon is also a big man in his own right. ”

"Father, are you okay?" Santos stepped forward and kissed the old man in a wheelchair.

Wen Hui quietly watched the two people greeting each other, it was not the same as imagined, it was not the image of wearing a floral shirt, a pistol pinned to the waistband of his trousers, and a cigar in his mouth, this was an old man in his old age, with dry white hair, his skin was full of wrinkles and age spots, except that his eyes were still bright, and he couldn't tell that this was an underworld emperor at all.

"This is the secret weapon you're trying to cover up?" The old man made a joke to Santos, and then stretched out his hand to Wen Hui with a smile: "Call me Gangsares, close friends call me that." ”

"Dmitry Andreevich, it's okay to call me whatever you want." Wen Hui stretched out his hand to hold it, a formulaic smile on his face.

"Haha, this way, please." The old man was very enthusiastic, and the people under his hand pushed the wheelchair and Wen Hui side by side, and Santos followed a few steps behind.

Wen Hui looked at the situation here while chatting with the old man, I have to say that Gang Sales does have strength, not to mention that the clothes of his subordinates are unified, all of them are jungle camouflage uniforms, and they have a more regular army feeling than Santos's colorful subordinates. In his hand, he is a beautiful weapon, and it seems that he has a good relationship with the United States. As for the area of the plantations, not to mention, Santos is the field of the small peasant era, and here it is the model of the mechanized big farmer.

More powerful than Santos, and a bigger territory means that this guy has stronger purchasing power, which is a good customer, and this is the case from the point of view of strength.

When he arrived at the reception place, Wen Hui deeply realized what it means to be called "Emperor of the Soil", Santos is to build a few villas, and the household appliances and facilities that should be installed in them are finished. The complex on the side of Gangsales can be described as a palace, luxurious to the extreme!

"Makes you laugh." Wen Hui was stunned by the palace that appeared here, and Justizer explained a little embarrassed: "You know, although we have money, but in this jungle we are theoretically similar to those primitive people, there is no market for us to consume, and the American knives we earn are buried in the ground to rot except for feeding the rats in the cellar, so we can only consume to the maximum, such as improving the living environment and the like." Because the budget exceeded their expectations, I don't plan to recoup the extra money, so you see ......"

What's the deal with this sense of loneliness with a lot of money and nowhere to spend? Why did Wen Hui hear a "pop" slap in the face?

Entering the house, Wen Hui opened his eyes, putting aside the outside environment, saying that this is the palace of a certain royal family in Europe is definitely believed!

The height of the foyer is more than five meters, the columns carved with Western mythological characters play a supporting role in addition to decoration, and the ceiling is full of colorful paintings, all kinds of Western mythological stories can be found on it, and Wen Hui, a layman, can see that the level of the painter is not low.

A huge golden chandelier hangs from the roof, the crystals on the chandelier reflect dazzling light in natural light, and there are oil paintings on the surrounding walls at intervals, which are estimated to be genuine in terms of conservation measures.

The antique furniture in the room is scattered, with the indoor bonsai and decorative ornaments to give people a very comfortable feeling, here you can see that the designer has put a lot of effort into the interior layout, obviously it is a splendid palace built by the nouveau riche, but after walking in, it gives people a warm feeling, the pressure on money has been reduced a lot, if you ignore those pure gold candlesticks.

Wen Hui was looking at the palace in the jungle, Gangsales didn't bother, quietly waiting for the guests to react on their own, every guest who came in would bring different information to Gangsaleth, greed, jealousy, flattery, envy......

Bulletproof glass, vacuum preservation, common museum preservation techniques are seen here, Wen Hui stared at the oil painting in front of him, the maintenance cost of oil paintings here every year is an astronomical amount!

"Dmitry also liked Picasso?" Just now Sales came in a wheelchair himself.

"What?" Wen Hui didn't pay attention to what was painted on the oil painting.

"Picasso, I bought it for less than 10 million dollars, and now this painting is at least 60 million. This thing can be compared to a beautiful knife like waste paper, and the walls are all my collections over the years, do you like it? Gang Sales pointed to a slip of oil paintings hanging on the wall and asked Wenhui, "If you like it, pick one, as a gift from me to you, rest assured that this is all authentic and authentic." ”

"No, I haven't studied these things, my aesthetic level is still at the stage of painting, and this kind of thing that requires spiritual comprehension is not something I can play." Although Wen Hui covets the price of this thing, this is really not his dish, what kind of literary and artistic young man is he pretending to be a military player!

"Haha! Actually, I too, I bought it when I saw it right, and I didn't specifically buy anyone's work, and the Picasso painting was originally bought back to make it look good. Gang Sales didn't care about revealing his shortcomings, "This way, please." ”

After coming to the main hall, Wen Hui's eyelids jumped, and there was a super-large portrait hanging on the wall facing the gate - the oil painting of Taizu standing on the tower of Tiananmen Gate in this dynasty, the kind that occupies a wall, this thing is rare in China now, I didn't expect to see it in South America thousands of miles away, and the rumor that this group of guerrillas like to study Taizu's theory is actually true! It's also too ......

"This is my idol and my mentor, and I am still learning his knowledge of military theory, and every time I read his writings, I have new insights, he is a very great person." Obviously, Santos knows the status of this man in the country, and he is very interested in discussing it.

"Uh...... Let's talk about business. "Wen Hui is very embarrassed, he didn't do well in ideological and political classes, and he doesn't know as much about this old man as he does. But that's right, who will do this with a good outlook?

Returning to the topic, Gang Sales was not a little dissatisfied: "Speaking of business, Dmitry, the price of your things is a little high." "As soon as I came up, I started to bargain, to be honest, the price of 10 million for an Avenger, when Justa Les knew this price, he thought that Santos was slaughtered, but after seeing Santos's goods, he reluctantly agreed, but he didn't say it in his heart, and he wouldn't be soft when he should bargain.

"High? No, I'm a conscience price, if my husband has the channel to buy in large quantities at a low price, why bother to come to me? "Wen Hui is not false, the advertisement has been played, and some people are queuing up to buy it, even if you are a big financier, you are not the worst one.

"Hehe, well, young man, you're right, let's talk about other things without talking about these gadgets." Gonzalez was not angry when he was exposed, and instead diverted the topic.

"Something else? What do you need? Large-caliber artillery or armored vehicles or tanks? Need some fighter jets to guard your airspace? Wen Hui is not afraid to talk about anything else, he is not the small businessman who can only sell individual weapons at the beginning, after a few warships were sold, a large amount of money was not only repaid in the account, but also further lifted the ban on the catalog of goods for sale, artillery directly opened to the equipment of the current society, tanks, airplanes, warships and other things are equipment during the Cold War, but it is completely enough for these people.