Wen Hui returned directly to his own world, and this time the transaction volume of more than one million provided him with sufficient funds to do what he wanted to do. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's still a commission of 1 point, but this time there is more than 50,000 gold in the account. Wen Hui took the bar he had liked all at once. The location is a bit off, but the decoration is very good, if it is not for the original owner's funds problems, people will not necessarily shoot.

This place is regarded by Wenhui as a foothold in Hudong, along with the bar business, it doesn't matter if you make money or not, what Wenhui values is the quiet environment here. This can be seen on the surface, as for the previous retreat problem, what needs to be done is more secretive, so Wen Hui is ready to postpone it for a while, to see if it is arranged here or in his hometown.

Attend classes, practice guns, and then get busy preparing for the opening of the bar. Wen Hui, who doesn't plan to make money from bars, makes it a slow shake according to his own preferences. It's a pure bar, no meat, no powder, no contraband, no overpriced drinks, and of course no private rooms for guests to do certain activities that are not suitable for children. It's just a simple drink, singing K and the like, and the door closes at one or two o'clock in the morning.

Then, on a calm morning, a small bar called "Blues" opened. The bartender and waiter are ready to welcome customers, while the new owner is hesitant to prepare some means, after all, in the novel, the opening of this new store will always encounter the entanglement of local snakes or the problem of protection money, and there is no problem with the formalities on the official side, but this kind of social problem must be solved.

So should I prepare for Glock or use the G36, which has never been opened? Wen Hui said that he was more entangled. However, he proved to be overly worried, and for the next few days, no one bothered him, except for a few occasional guests.

"It seems that the security of the society is still very good!" It's the end of another day, and Wen Hui regrets that he couldn't use the guy in his hand.

And what is the truth? Qian Kun, that fat man has been paying attention to Wen Hui's movements, knowing that he had greeted him in advance after opening a store there, if there is someone who does not open his eyes to provoke Wen Hui, it is necessary to bear the consequences, and then be prepared to go against him. Of course, Wen Hui's identity as a seller of iron has also spread out from the fat man, and as soon as the two reasons are combined, naturally no one wants to provoke Wen Hui.

Whether you can collect the money or not, it is secondary to provoke the fat man, in case you find the door and are driven out by the guy with the head of the family, it will be a shame, and it will not be worth losing your life.

Wen Hui, who was talking about the bleak business, walked into the blues, and then saw that Ivan guy was promoting consumption, "What kind of wine did you drink in the morning?" ”

"Hah! Dmitry, how are you doing? Ivan poured the rest of the vodka into his mouth in one gulp.

"Fortunately, 100,000 rifles were sold at the beginning, and follow-up orders are not counted, and it also triggered the reform of the opponent's military equipment. But I'm thinking about whether to sell their line. "Wen Hui has nothing to hide.

"Small business, but not bad." Ivan was unimpressed, "What production line?" ”

"Bullets, production lines for the manufacture of firearms."

"Want to hear my advice?" Ivan's newly opened wine bottle was taken away by Wen Hui, so he had to take out a cigar and put it in his mouth. Wen Hui nodded.

"I don't think it matters if you sell to them, it doesn't affect your business. Yes, after the production line is sold, they will gradually reduce the purchase volume of these things, which is an inevitable trend. Wouldn't you have done it without the rifle business? You can also sell artillery, tanks, planes, warships, these are the main sources of money, a battleship is less than a few million, more than tens of millions, how many rifles do you have to sell to achieve such a transaction? There are also production facilities such as shipyards, which are not much cheaper than battleships. Step by step, sell the goods first, then sell the production equipment, and before they are fully able to produce their own products, you can make money by selling the goods, and after they are able to sell services, such as production line upgrades and so on...... In short, take a long-term view, even if you don't make money, you will earn the friendship of the other party. ”

Ivan's words woke up Wen Hui, the authorities were confused, and he had been entangled in the profits of small products such as rifles, but his goods were not just individual firearms, although the more profitable ones had not yet been unlocked. Think about a few genuine international arms dealers now, guns are just a daily business, and the real money is nothing more than missiles, warships, warplanes, these commodities, the price of tens of millions of dollars will break 100 million yuan, and it will take several months to get the first batch of goods. Wen Hui nodded, next time he knew what to do, no matter whether there was production capacity over there or not, as long as he wanted it, he would sell it to him, and he didn't have so many political binding conditions, so what did he want.

Ivan looked behind Wen Hui for a moment, and then looked around the bar, as if looking for someone. "What are you looking for?" Wen Hui also followed, there was no problem after a circle, except for himself, the owner who came to the bar in the morning was Ivan, a drunkard.

"What about your people?" Ivan's expression was serious.

"My people? Who? Wen Hui is also strange, he is just a single person, where is anyone.

"Your men, your bodyguards, your private army, your doglegs, whatever you call them. So who can block bullets for you and save your life? Ivan said seriously.

"No, I'm just starting now, where can I get a meat shield to block bullets."

"In other words, you did the previous business alone?" Ivan lowered his voice and roared.

"Hmm." Wen Hui nodded honestly, he really couldn't find this kind of suitable escort now.

"Idiot! Don't you know that when we sell death, death also eats back on us? Ivan was very unhappy, "You need to build your own squad, your own badge, you need to have it if you are responsible for doing dirty work, you need to be responsible for using your brains to break water." ”

"It's a pity that you didn't tell me, I never knew." Wen Hui shrugged, he had always thought that he had to do all this himself.

"Damn it, staff training can't be perfected! No wonder so many new people die every year. Ivan pulled the cigarette out of his hand and rolled up the sleeve of his left hand to reveal a tattoo on his arm.

"Wow! What is it? That's cool! Wen Hui admired from the bottom of a skull, two AK rifles crisscrossed behind a skull, and in the background was a red flag with a hammer and sickle with broken bullet holes.

"This is my personal badge, everyone can design their own personal badge, which will be used as a personal symbol, but also as a recognition mark between peers, through the filing in the Black Fire, you can find the owner of the logo according to the logo. Of course, this is also the badge of your bodyguard or private army, and everyone who joins has such a tattoo, in addition to the uniform logo, this is their contract, or a form of insurance, unless you break the contract with him, otherwise there is a behavior that endangers you, then death is the only outcome. "This is the benefit of someone to bring it, no one talks about this, Wen Hui doesn't know when he will be able to discover these features.

"But I don't have anyone to tattoo this but myself."

"It's fine. The key is to have it, maybe your existence is like a shooting star, but maybe it will also be a star. Either way, you have to make your mark and prove your existence. As for the bodyguards, I have a candidate, you can go and look at it. Ivan waved his hand.

"Can you follow me? Going to different places? "Wen Hui cares about this, if it doesn't work, it's better to be alone.

"Definitely, otherwise how will it solve your problems. The premise is to have your personal badge, which is key. Yakov and Boris came with me, and this time I brought not any people from here, but more than two dozen people in total. ”

"Why so little?"

"How much more do you want? We are businessmen, not soldiers, and our subordinates are not going to war, protecting your life is the first priority. ”

"Quantity?"

"The higher the transaction amount, the higher the quantity. But you're lucky to have a spot of five people at the moment, and it's usually three. Be cautious when picking people, and the quota can be used repeatedly, but the handling work after the termination is very troublesome, and a weak chicken like you is afraid that you will be in a hurry. Ivan's words shattered Wenhui's illusions.

Complete your own badge design first, and then slowly recruit people. According to Ivan, the process of accumulating business is the process of collecting under his hands, take your time.

"You're not going to be looking for me to drink and talk this time, are you?" Wen Hui turned to the whole.

"I've come here to inform you of a party, and that's where the business handover you told you started with." Sure enough, it's a business thing.

"Okay, when and where?" Wen Hui nodded, "How about this logo?" After finding the function of the badge design in the barracks, Wenhui quickly took out a draft, although it was tattooed on his hand, it could be changed before it was finalized, which was a very convenient function.

"On weekends, I'll send Boris here to pick you up in the morning." Ivan looked at it, the black cross with an intricate pattern was wrapped with thorns, and at the intersection of the cross and vertical, a smiling skull was facing Ivan, and an inscription around it wrapped the cross.

"Blasphemy." Ivan seems to be a religious person.

"What's the matter, I don't expect to go to heaven, our boss is the object of our faith." Wen Hui added some background to the slightly empty circle, where the cross stood on a battlefield without corpses, guns, bullets, shells, and steel helmets piled up underfoot, accompanied by the smoke that spread into the distance, where there were several trails of missile launches.