June nights.

Santiago's climate is still mild.

The street lady on the road, dressed very coolly, leaned under the street lamp, beckoning passers-by.

Look, the black dogs seemed to be tempted to take off their pants.

Perhaps they have just come from Africa, but they have not yet been converted into the civilized world, and perhaps they still think that they can be like wild dogs, and they can have fun in public.

Gao Jun looked at it twice, and Paul looked like he was joking.

"If you really want to be cool, don't look for them."

He glanced at the freshly dressed street ladies and whispered, "You don't like HIV on them." ”

Gao Jun smiled, "I have a spiritual cleanliness fetish. ”

It's a joke.

"When you make money, you can even find Hollywood stars, for the dollar, they are the most primitive venting tools, of course, if you have a special hobby, I can find it for you..."

"No, no, no, I don't want to go to the sewers, and besides, it's the kind that's covered in!"

Paul laughed and scolded, pointed to a bar and said, "Here we are." ”

"Dog of God?" Gao Jun raised his head and looked at the signboard, "Very strange name." ”

"It's an Italian bar, so don't be surprised when you go in and see anything."

This... When you are a country turtle?

The two walked into the bar, and a burst of music came to the surface, and at first glance, Gao Jun saw the white girl twisting her waist on the stage, and her eyes were popping out.

"Fuck you, it's so big!"

Under this stripping stage, there are all screaming men, red-eyed and roaring loudly, but as long as there are groping pig hands touching each other, someone will come out to stop them.

When Gao Jun left, he couldn't help but look back twice.

Damn, I watched two-thirds of it without spending money, it's worth it!

Paul walked over to the bar, tapped his fist with his right hand, and asked the bartender inside, "What about Mr. Edward?" ”

The bartender was wiping down his goblet, pointing to a corner of the bar.

"Thanks, bring me two whiskeys and some ice."

Paul turned around and whispered, "Edward has a smuggling route from San Diego to Tijuana, he has the goods we need, don't get into trouble with him." ”

"He's our upline?" Gao Jun's expression moved slightly.

"He's involved in the whole gray industry in San Diego, and he's connected to a group in Mexico."

Gao Jun was a little confused, "Then why didn't Tomman come to him and buy it directly than them?" ”

"The price is different, I'm a long-term partner, and Edward doesn't like short-term cooperation."

Gao Jun nodded as if he didn't understand.

Following Paul, he walked to the bartender's booth.

A man in a blue suit leans cross-legged on the sofa, his hair is combed, his eyes are deep, he looks very handsome, he has a block of Jaeger-LeCoultre in his hand, a glass of red wine, he is talking to someone, and there is a looming smile on his face.

This...

San Diego Underground Gangsters?

I don't know, I think Hollywood is a tough actor.

"Mr. Edward." Paul stood two meters away and greeted him respectfully.

"Hey, Paul, it's a pleasure to meet you." Edward looked up in greeting, hooked his hand, and motioned for him to come in and sit down.

And the person who was talking to him also turned his head, and Gao Jun saw that Paul's expression became ugly.

"Malik?"

It was a middle-aged man who was a little fat, with glasses, and when he opened his mouth, the flesh on his face was shaking, "Paul, don't you want to call me uncle?" ”

"You know?" Edward raised an eyebrow.

"I'm best friends with his father, right?" Malik said teasingly.

Gao Jun felt that Paul's anger value was soaring.

"Is this Asian? Your friend? Or your employees? You have to be brainy, don't let people fool you, or I won't be able to explain it to your parents. ”

"He's my friend!" Paul hummed.

"Asian... Friend? Malik smiled and shook his head.

Edward glanced at Gao Jun, then withdrew his gaze, a minion is not worth asking, he flicked the goblet, made a crisp sound, Malik obediently shut his mouth.

"Paul, you're here just in time, Malik wants to come to San Diego to start a weapons business, wants to follow me, but you know, I have a share every month," Edward said.

"You give him a 30% share, and I'll let someone else give the rest."

Paul was suddenly anxious, "Sir, what are three percent?" ”

There are too many gun shops in the United States, and many people are willing to go to the franchise stores of large companies to buy them, like "Tired Weilang", which itself has few customers, and most of the income is actually earned from the gray area.

Otherwise, how to provide for him and his girlfriend's luxurious life?

Thirty percent?

At least tens of thousands of dollars are lost every month!

Even if you get a big order in the future, you will score a bite from others.

Edward patiently explained, "Last month, your performance was not very good. ”

"Paul, if you take less than three percent of the goods, your pressure will not be so great, I am here to help you." Malik laughed like a chrysanthemum, very proud.

"Sir, I promise to buy more this month, I'm here to place an order today, I need 6 TEC-9 submachine guns." Paul said anxiously.

Gao Jun saw that when he finished speaking, Malik grinned sarcastically, and Edward shook his head slightly.

"Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom." Malik got up, mainly because he was afraid that he would not be able to hold it back.

What does Edward make money on?

There are few goods in the downline, and he doesn't have much money to make, Malik has obviously negotiated a certain profit share with him, otherwise, he will directly ask Paul for a 30% share?

Interests are what these bigwigs consider.

An order for 6 TEC-9 submachine guns?

Selling is much more profitable than that.

Paul wanted to fight Edward, but Gao Jun slowly got up, smiled apologetically at the latter, and ran towards the bathroom.

When I walked into the men's bathroom, I saw Malik shaking and shaking, and when I saw him come in, my eyes were full of disdain.

Gao Jun also put the water and exhaled, and when he walked to the sink to wash his hands, Malik spoke next to him, "How much did Paul give you?" How about you come and work for me? ”

He looked up and saw the other party's ugly face reflected in the glass, and he straightened his hair with his moist hands, "I'm coming to San Diego, I lack a servant, what do you think?" ”

"No thanks."

"Paul wasn't a businessman, he was naïve all the time, just like his father."

"Actually, Mr. Malik, there is no need for this, I see that you are familiar with Paul, why can't you take a step back?"

Malik chuckled wildly, "Take a step back? Hahahaha, the tired Weilang gun shop is mine! I'll take back my own, and when the time comes, you and him will get out! ”

"Your mouth stinks." Gao Jun frowned, took a step back, and shook his head, "We Chinese have a saying, called..."

It is better to settle the dispute, and it is not appropriate to say it in English?

He turned over all the words in his head, but he still couldn't find a description.

"You mean, it's impossible to make concessions?"

"Nope! In a pig's eye! ”

Malik said with a glare.

Before he finished speaking, his head hit the glass heavily, boom~

Split spider web shape.

Blood remained from Malik's forehead, he exhaled in pain, Gao Jun pulled his collar and dragged him to the bathroom, the main party was not tall, only about 165, and Gao Jun was at least 175+, a difference of ten centimeters.

In the innermost squatting position, the door is retracted.

Pressing Malik's head hard into the toilet, Gao Jun's face was hideous at this time, "Lao Tzu provoked you?" Enigmatical! Let you take a step back, you don't give face, what are you going to do? Cut off my money? ”

Malik struggled, his head was grabbed by Gao Jun, and he slammed it towards the wall, the wall was covered with blood, and he was still angry, raised his foot, and kicked his head!

After the other party was powerless, he stepped on several times.

"Whew~"

Tired, stand and catch your breath.

Looking at Malik, who is like a dead dog, it's cool!

As soon as Lao Tzu joined the company, you are going to cut off my business?

I have nowhere to eat, do you support me?

Gao Jun didn't notice that he seemed to be becoming more and more violent.

Walking out of the bathroom, a few women just walked out of the women's toilet opposite, and when they saw the blood on his body, their faces turned white with fright, and they ran in a hurry.

Turn on the faucet and wash the blood off your hands.

Blood stains washed down the drain.

I straightened out my clothes, pulled out a piece of paper, and walked back to the booth while wiping it.

Even if he stood two or three meters away, he could see the impatience on Edward's face.

"I promise you that the share will be distributed to you first in the future."

Paul was about to open his mouth when he heard a word interject from beside him.

"Mr. Edward, I think you can give us all of Malik's share in the future, and we can eat it." Gao Jun walked over with a smile.

Edward looked up at him, and Gao Jun just stood like that, a little condescending.

"I just saw Malik slip in the toilet, and I think he's more seriously injured and shouldn't be able to work for you."

Edward's face changed and he glanced at the bodyguard behind him, who nodded, rushed into the bathroom, and returned a short time later, muttering a few words in his ear.

Edward sat up straight for a moment, frowning.

"You hit him!"

"No, he fell on his own." Gao Jun grinned, seeing that the other party's expression became more and more dissatisfied, he immediately made the first move, "What Malik can give you, we can also give." ”

"He promised me $150,000 a month to buy goods from me!"

Paul's face changed.

"We're going to buy $200,000 in goods, and the share that was originally allocated to Malik will all belong to us."

"High," Paul said anxiously.

"Mr. Edward, you are a businessman, and so am I, and the most important thing in doing business is profit, isn't it? If we're better than him, why not look for us? Gao Jun patted Paul on the shoulder and signaled him to be quiet.

Edward's face was gloomy, he leaned back on the couch and fell silent, "If you lie to me, I'll throw you into the Atlantic." ”

"Of course!"

"Still, you beat up my guest, and it embarrasses me."

"Sir, Malik fell on his own!" Gao Jun emphasized.

Edward looked at him deeply and waved, "Get out." ”

When Gao Jun dragged Paul away, his eyes were still on the former's back.

"Get Malik to the hospital, don't let him die here."

"Okay."

The bodyguard answered.

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