Chapter 51 People’s Artist with Excellent Acting Skills

The girl smiled.

"Old senior, that's not how things work. In this case, you are relieved, but I am not."

The eyes under her mask stared at him.

It seems like a smile but not a smile.

The old man frowned.

"did you mean?"

"The meaning is obvious. We pay with one hand and deliver the goods with one hand. Only if I get the goods, the labor fees are yours."

"But I don't have the goods on hand right now, let alone such sensitive high-tech weapons. Even if it's an ordinary arms business, it can't be turned over without two or three months of preparation."

The old man's frown deepened.

"Then I can't give it to you now. You have long nights and many dreams. Who knows if I give it to you now, you will be ignorant and do nothing."

"You don't believe in the credibility of our Guzman family?"

The old man's eyes are deep.

His face became a little ugly.

The girl sneered.

"I don't trust anyone, especially people who are not under my control."

"Friends on the road, when doing business, what matters is the size of the fist and cost-effectiveness. If you really took my money, how could I start a fight between the two major forces for this little money and take the Guzman family from their home base?

Did you find it out?"

The girl said without any concealment.

"Besides, the reputation of your Guzman family in the outside world has nothing to do with your personal behavior, right?"

Her eyes were sharp and she wouldn't give in.

Then under the other person's wide-eyed gaze.

She easily raised the old man's hand.

Slender white fingers pulled the check back little by little.

I could see his muscles twitching and feeling a burst of pain.

It was like watching her slowly cut her own flesh with a dull knife.

She was about to put the check back into her pocket.

The old man finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Then what do you want?"

"I need to protect my rights," the girl said calmly.

"How do you want to guarantee it?" The old man looked at her.

The girl looked around and pointed at the electronic cannons of the drone rocket launchers.

"Then mortgage these things to me first."

"No." The old man refused without any pretense and said with a serious look, "These are heavy weapons with high firepower, and the internal management of our group is also very strict. If you want to use them, you need the approval of all 11 members of the Supreme Committee, and have

Only the leader’s seal of approval will do.”

"That's it..."

Mo Yu sounded regretful, glanced at the sniper rifles, and then looked away.

There was an obvious look of disgust in his eyes, and he said in a worried tone, "This is going to be difficult..."

Seeing that she was about to give up, the old man glanced at the white man, who immediately understood.

Walked up to her and said.

"It's better than this, Ms. Molika. Weapons like Gatling and anti-aircraft machine guns are low-firepower weapons here and are not subject to the control of the Supreme Committee. Our committee members can make their own decisions."

"How about we use these weapons as collateral..."

"What do I need a pile of junk for?"

Mo Yu was angry.

The man smiled and said, "Of course, of course, these things are junk to Miss Mollica. But they are all popular items that you can't buy outside."

"To show our sincerity, we can mortgage weapons and equipment worth one billion to you. In this way, you won't be afraid that we will break our promise."

"That's it..."

Mo Yu's voice hesitated and seemed a little embarrassed.

See her attitude is relaxed.

The man and the old man looked at each other.

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