Following.

The sky was foggy.

The wind wafting from Tijuana also carries the smell of "big meat", and the black dogs who have no money, open their mouths and take a sip, maybe they can still be addicted.

Gao Jun, dressed in a straight suit, walked into the company, he was the earliest, has always been like this, sitting in the office, holding a photo in his hand, after being stepped on by Bob yesterday, he tried to wipe it clean, but the dirt on it was like sticking, there was no way.

But...

The other side wants to get back on his feet, unless God is black.

Pedal pedal pedal ~

I heard a chaotic sound of rushing at the door, and four or five people rushed in, with horror on their faces, like some man-eating monster behind them.

Gao Jun took out a small tape recorder from his briefcase, about the size of his palm, and stuffed it into his pocket.

He knew that the only thing that could cause panic in the deer herd was the beast with heavy units.

Sure enough, Director Martha followed.

Inferior perfume, already smelled at the door.

She is definitely going to find fault, and she likes to "kill chickens and make an example of monkeys" every day.

And Gao Jun is the easiest chicken to bully.

The fat pig's gaze patrolled, but no one dared to look at each other, and finally fixed on Gao Jun, "Gao." ”

The others were relieved and looked at him pitifully.

"What's the matter? Ms. Martha. Gao Jun raised his head indifferently and asked, this casual look made his colleagues feel as if he had changed, different from the previous submissive.

As if provoked, Martha came over and shouted, "Stand up! He kicked off his chair as he spoke.

"You Chinese guy, keep your eyes open, idiot, you should go back to your country, you are a yellow monkey who is useless at all, you should be grateful, I will give you a job, but you are like an uncivilized orangutan, you can't handle it at all!"

"I'm telling you, you haven't opened an order today, you just get out with me, get out of here, get out like a dog..."

Gao Jun really endured enough, grabbed her hair, and slammed her on the table, the tools on the table fell on the table chaotically, and the colleagues next to him were frightened.

He picked up the utility knife on the table and pressed it under Martha's neck, gritting his teeth, "I've had enough of you fat pig, I really want to kill you, you know?" ”

Gao Jun slowly leaned over and said into her ear, "Even if it's a black dog, I don't want to be on your white pig, you're disgusting!" ”

"Hey, hey, high, don't be impulsive, calm down." A male colleague stood up and said.

Gao Jun hated this kind of hypocritical colleague relationship, tugging at Martha's hair, she looked frightened, her eyes widened, and her lips trembled slightly, "No, no, no." ”

"I'm quitting!"

Gao Jun ripped off his work card, slapped her in the face, and took out a tape recorder from his pocket, "Please send me my salary this month, otherwise, the racist remarks here will appear in the New York Times, understand?" Ms. Martha! ”

After speaking, he pushed her hard, and the other party fell heavily to the ground.

Gao Jun half-tilted his head, straightened his suit, and pulled up a smirk, "Sorry, gentlemen, disturbing your morning, goodbye, God bless you." ”

Grab your bag and tape recorder and leave.

When he walked out of the door, the fat pig there came back to his senses and screamed, she was really frightened, she had always thought that the most "timid" and "easy to bully" Chinese actually jumped up.

She clamored to call the police and get this Chinese out of the United States.

But the fierceness on his lips didn't make any action at all.

Because in the United States, racial discrimination is illegal, like a newly recruited white man from the Detroit Fire Department giving watermelons to his colleagues and... was expelled.

Because blacks feel insulted.

In the United States, before being a, the first thing you have to learn is disguise, human rights on the left and world peace on the right.

The "gentlemen" of Congress liked this.

……

"It's comfortable!"

Gao Jun stood downstairs and raised his head, just in time to see a stubborn sunlight piercing the foggy sky.

I wanted to beat her up for a long time.

Don't think that he won't fight women.

In a happy mood, he walked to the door of the "Tired Weilang Gun Shop", the door of the shop had not yet opened, and Paul was not so diligent.

Gao Jun sat on a small pillar at the door and waited, just in time to see the convenience store opposite open, and went in to buy a bag of camels.

This $5 pack is usually reluctant to be smoked.

As soon as you put it in your mouth, you feel that the enjoyment is different.

You say that people live, why do they work so hard? If you have money, you can earn it, and you can spend it when you earn it, and you are worried about not having enough savings?

That's because you're not making enough money!

Standing at the door of the convenience store, he pulled down the match, lit a cigarette, shook it a few times, and extinguished the match in a chic manner, and saw an old man standing at the door of the gun store.

Wearing a black baseball cap and dark blue clothes, the man was lying on his back, anxiously wandering at the door, perhaps with bad legs and feet, and reciting small broken steps, and holding a stick in his hand wrapped in a cloth.

Gao Jun's expression moved, and when he walked over, he opened his mouth to say hello, "Hi, sir, is there anything I can help you with?" ”

"No, no, thank you." The old man turned his head and looked at him as he spoke.

"I know Paul well, do you need any help from him?" Gao Jun pointed to the gun shop, looked at his watch, and crossed his waist, "He should still need an hour to get up, you know, the sun always rises later than others in his house." ”

The humorous joke didn't make the old man laugh, but the old face wrinkled together, muttering, and his expression became more anxious.

"You can tell me, I'll be happy to help you." Gao Jun wasn't really that enthusiastic, but a vague intuition always made him feel that he could make a profit from the old man.

The old man hesitated, and tore off the long cloth, revealing a shotgun inside, and besides, this style was very familiar.

"Model: Remington M870 shotgun (1968 civilian version), Caliber: No. 12, Load: 7 rounds, Manufacturer: Remington Company, Cost price: $56, purchase price: $134, MSP: $433, real-time price fluctuations: 1, $511 in Tijuana, $478 in Ecatipe, $476 in Guadalajara..."

"Used Weapons Product Estimate: $117!"

"There are 2 minor damages, cracks under the cover, and aging rifling."

"I recommend starting with it."

TMD。

Trolls!

And it is also a powerful Remington, who does not know, its home has the largest mouth and is famous in the world.

Whether it is military police or civilian, it is the first place.

"I want Paul to sell this gun." The old man touched his shotgun and said, "My granddaughter has a birthday, but I don't have any money..."

Tears were streaming down his cheeks as he spoke.

"I can only sell it, it has been lost for more than 20 years, I am reluctant to give it up, but I love my granddaughter more."

Gao Jun sighed, patted him on the shoulder, comforted him, but his mind began to spin rapidly, and the system gave a second-hand assessment, whether he could eat it, and... Sold?

"But it will be a long time before Paul..."

Gao Jun shook his head, "That's it, I'll take it, I'm friends with him, it's the same for anyone you sell to, isn't it?" ”

The old man looked him up and down, "How much can you give?" ”

Gao Jun stretched out his palm, "$50!" ”

The system said that if you give $117, you really shout at this price? This old man is telling a story at a glance, your granddaughter's birthday? Even if your wife wants to give birth to a son, don't even think about making an extra penny from me today.

Gao Jun can tell hundreds of such stories.

He can even say that the Indian next door has insulted his dog, and he has to treat the dog and need to sell insurance hard to save the small animal.

Stop it...

The greatest sincerity between people is that I see you as a pen.

The old man almost didn't mention it in one breath, $50?

But then Gao Jun asked before he could speak, "Do you have any procedures for this shotgun?" The police department needs to approve the transfer. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the old man's expression, the latter's facial expression was stiff, Gao Jun suddenly knew in his heart, lowered his head, and frowned, "You make me very embarrassed like this......

"However, I also have a grandfather like you, who is also very good to me, and I see his shadow in you, 55 dollars, I want this gun."

As he spoke, Gao Jun took out a $50 sheet from his pocket, on which the Ulysses Simpson Grant head was really like a silly fork, rummaged through the briefcase, found five steel hammers from it, and handed it over.

The old man was stunned.

Is this Chinese so "picky"?

He clenched his shotgun and shook his head, "No, this price is not good, at least $200." ”

Gao Jun spread his hands and looked helpless, "I'm sorry, this is beyond the scope of my heart, I wish you a good price, he should be coming soon." He looked at his watch and said.

The old man didn't have that much patience.

He looked anxious.

"$180!"

"$55!" Gao Jun was still smiling.

"$170."

"$55."

…

The two of you come and go, Gao Jun just bites 55 US dollars, and he doesn't move at all, there are too many Remington shotguns, each model is different, like the old version of the 12th caliber, at least 20 years +, more than 4 million have been produced.

There are other messy models, adding up to tens of millions.

Of course, if this gun is very new, then more than 400 US dollars is absolutely necessary, and the gun is not wine, the older it is, the more mellow it is.

The system also bid $117, which is a melon.

Normal people know that the bargain is cut in half.

The old man's mouth was dry from him, and finally his energy was gone, "To you, to you!" ”

Gao Jun smiled and stuffed the money into him, took the gun, "I wish your grandchild a happy birthday." ”

The old man didn't look very happy.

Gao Jun is very cool, is this an arms deal?

It seems that it is no different from selling insurance, and even from the vegetable market.

He felt that the process was exciting, but in the end, it was boring.

But...

He seems to like the taste.

He definitely earned this gun.

If the lower cover is cracked, just change it, it doesn't cost much, the rifling is aging, it will cause the warhead to move unsteadily, it will drift or even roll in flight, and the final result is to deviate from the target.

You don't understand.

This is called casual marksmanship.

However, the troll tube is stable and unstable, as long as it goes out, there are two ways, either dead or disabled.

Trolls in hand, stormy America?