Chris' smile completely revealed his bluffing performance. This was just a small gimmick. Since it could not scare the buyer and did not cause fear to the buyer, it would be better to have a real deal.

The contact person came to Chris and pointed at Ma Qian'an and informed Chris of the name of the visitor.

Chris reached out and invited Ma Qian'an and others to sit on the side of the round table that had been arranged long ago, and hesitated for a moment and sat opposite him.

"Okay, Mr. God of China, Oh, let's call you Mr. Zhan. I don't have any good feelings for that old man God, although I have to pray to him every time I sell my gun." Chris savoredly picked up the red wine placed in front of him, took a sip, and made a loud noise. Hearing the indecent sound of sucking wine, Lloyd, who was sitting next to him, closed his eyes involuntarily.

Ma Qian'an stared at Chris with bright eyes, waiting for his next sentence.

"Do you know? I have suffered a lot since I took this mess from my father five years ago. Why did God have to let me do this business of going to hell after death? In fact, my ambition is to do an industry that can bring love to people, such as being a doctor."

Ma Qian'an laughed silently. He followed Chris's movements and picked up a glass of red wine in front of him, and tasted it elegantly. Ma Qian'an's comfort attracted Lloyd's praise.

Ma Qian'an made a gesture and said, "Mr. Smith, there is a proverb in your country. It says that the most successful relationship between two people starts with lying and deceiving, and the relationship develops to the end is also lying and deceiving. Do you want our relationship to be like that?"

Wei Guangshen was stunned. How could such a proverb be there? Chris was also stunned. He didn't say anything for a long time. When he saw the unnatural smiles of the crowd around him, he couldn't help but curl his mouth.

"Okay," Chris turned the cup in his hand, "later I figured it out, it was just a business, a business that could make money, and this business could guarantee me to gain everything, including fame and power, so I fell in love with this business. This is the truth. I am honest with you, right?"

"I won't pay an extra penny to give you honesty!" Ma Qian'an stopped Chris's performance in a sarcastic tone.

"Hey! You Chinese!"

"At this time, only Chinese people will buy your gun."

"No, there are Japanese people, don't even think you can reduce my price!"

"Japanese? Your business is really irrelevant to race!" Ma Qian'an sneered.

"Ah! You Chinese hate the Japanese, that's your problem. They are my God here, O God, why are my God all yellow-skinned East Asians? Could it be?"

"This is my list" Ma Qian'an went straight to the point.

Chris, who had been close to him, was stunned again. The Chinese people opposite were obviously not silenced. After a while, Chris took the list and praised Ma Qian'an indifferently: "Uh, you are so refreshed, let me see your weight."

Chris slowly glanced at the list in his hand, and he was very satisfied with the types and quantity of goods stated on it. This big customer could sweep away half of his inventory almost at once, and praise God.

Fortunately, the list only says that you need 1ooo rifle, 1oo machine gun, 1o mortar door, etc., only numbers and no model. It seems that the other party doesn’t understand the model very much? This can be done and take the opportunity to sell some unsold goods?

Chris nodded to Lloyd, and Lloyd hurriedly took out a thick album that had been prepared and handed it to Ma Qian'an.

Each photo on the album was taken with a weapon, and more than 30 photos were placed in the entire album. There were all kinds of weapons, all old models and new models, and there were also turtle box pistols. I don’t know how Chris collected so many brands of weapons, but except for the extremely backward models, most of the other guns were OK, at least a little better than the old sleeves. It seems that as he said, this is a weapon dealer with a long history.

Ma Qian'an slowly flipped over, thought and calculated. Turning to the last page, a familiar weapon was revealed, Thomson M1919a1 submachine gun, huge 1oo bullet drum, which made it unique. This gun is also called Chicago typewriter and trench broom. But his fate was miserable. Because of its high price and the military did not recognize it, it only produced a small amount. Because of its huge firepower, it barely maintained its production. This gun was developed by Otto Arms Company founded by General Thomson and commissioned to be produced by Colt.

Ma Qian'an glanced at Chris expressionlessly, suppressed his excitement, and slowly flipped the album from beginning to end.

Chris was stretching his neck and waiting patiently.

"I want this, m1 Garland semi-automatic rifle, 5oo, and this, Brown light machine gun 1oo, m16o mortar 3o door "Ah brother, you said you want 1,000 rifles, I have the latest Enfield model."

"I changed my mind."

"Oxet" Chris couldn't help but curse, "The price is undisclosed."

"Tell me?"

"Add 20,000 bullets, 50,000 mortar shells, a total of 32,000 pounds." Chris pushed the page of paper with the numbers over. (1 pound = 4.87 US dollars) Ma Qian'anmer calculated it and thought in his heart that Chris is worthy of being an arms dealer, very heartless, and this offer is more than twice as high as the international market offer.

"16,000 pounds." Ma Qian'an returned the paper to Chris calmly.

"What?" Chris was furious, and his fat body suddenly jumped up with an incredible degree. "You are playing tricks on me, come!"

Chris's people around him drew out their pistols and pointed the black hole muzzle at Ma Qian'an and the other two.

Ma Qian'an looked at Chris with a funny look. How do you play this trick? Are you not afraid of embarrassing when playing with old tricks?

"You can increase the price, and I can also increase the goods. When discussing a business, you have to be a business deal. How can you become an arms tycoon with this trick? Are you satisfied with this small-scale fight?" Ma Qian'an spread his hands and said impatiently.

Seeing that Ma Qian'an was still motionless, Chris sat down like a deflated ball, waved his hand to drive away a group of younger brothers, leaving only Lloyd.

Ma Qian'an nodded with satisfaction and praised, "This is the way to talk between friends. I am very optimistic about you."

Chris, who was amused and crying, accepted Ma Qian'an's praise with a slight needle.

"Enfield, Garland, how many Mauser rifles do you have?" Ma Qian'an began a new round of negotiations.

"24o5 branches." Chris, who was extremely familiar with his inventory, rushed out.

"How many Brown machine guns do you have?"

“151 pieces”

“6o mortar?”

“32 doors”

"Based on the basis of normal international gun quotations, I will add 5o% to you. I will ask for all these guns and ammunition. Don't lie to me, I know all the weapons market."

…………… Chris turned his head and looked at the military advisor Lloyd. He saw it in the latter's eyes without surprise. He knew that it was the same in his eyes.

The unwilling Chris shifted the topic to another aspect: "Your country is fighting, and I am preparing to contact the Chinese to buy my weapons, so your offer is a little lower. As far as I know, I am very interested in the price I have given your army."

Ma Qian'an looked at him with a smile: "Oh, are they here? As far as I know, our Chairman Jiang is discussing with the Americans. The amount of things there is large and low in price. I also heard that Americans will be banned. By then, large quantities of weapons will be continuously transported to Yangon and transported to the Chinese border through the Myanmar railway. Think about it, who will come to buy your expensive and complicated things."

Another lie was exposed, and Chris was angry and held the weapon booklet in his hand and flipped it to the end, "Who said they didn't come? They bought a large batch of submachine guns and installed five large trucks."

These Thomson submachine guns were a heart-wrenching problem for Chris. They had been lying in the warehouse for more than ten years and few people were interested in it. They were all blamed for the devil's father. After drinking the ** soup from the salesman of Otto's arms company, he bought a large number of them and crushed the funds to death in an instant. It took several years to recover. Otherwise, in my father's generation, the business would have started, so he would not have to work hard to raise funds to please the immortal Mandelson.

Ma Qian'an stretched out his head and glanced at it, and said, "I'm afraid the bullets are rusted, right? I don't want it if I give it to you for free. If there is no bullet, it's just a fire stick."

"No, absolutely no rust. It's been more than ten years, and we've sent people to take care of it every year."

"Oh! It's been more than ten years, who dares to want such an old guy?" Ma Qian'an teased. In fact, even though this kind of gun has been over ten years, it is still advanced. The only thing that old guy Thomson thought too far and set off an epoch-making weapon. How can ordinary people understand Thomson's great thinking? They invaded this advanced weapon into the cold palace.

Another bottom was missing, and Chris wanted to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

"Besides, as far as I know, we Chinese only bought 56 ​​units and equipped Premier Sun's guards. Where can we have 5 trucks? I know this batch of goods, and I know his buyers. The buyer has a good relationship with your father, so he takes care of your father's business, right?" Ma Qian'an added with a smile.

It was over, and the Chinese man on the other side had already figured out his bottom. How could he negotiate this business? Chris hugged his head and secretly glanced at the military advisor Lloyd through the cracks of his fingers.

Lloyd sat at the table like a piece of wood until he was furiously kicked by Chris, and he found that Chris was "struggling in pain".

Lloyd, who had recovered from his senses, took over the boss's negotiation position and slowly spoke: "If you can eat this batch of 325 Thomsons, at the price of 95 pounds each, and..."

“And what?”

"And..." Lloyd looked at Chris, and Chris waved his hand and signaled to delegate power.

"And you buy no less than the guns you traded within three months. We can agree to your price and only add 5o%.

After saying these words with difficulty, Lloyd felt like he had just fished out of the water. This decision was too difficult. Chris pretended to be unconscious and he could only force himself.

Ma Qian'an quickly calculated it again and asked about the ammunition reserves and prices. The price of bullets and shells was quite reliable, and only 5o% was added. Finally, Ma Qian'an patted the table with a smile, looked at Chris with anticipation, and asked, "What do you think?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders "indifferent" and said lightly: "You said there is no problem, then I will be fine."

In fact, even if he sells it at international prices, he will make nearly double the profit, not to mention that he can add 50%, not to mention that he can deal with the old Thomson who has accumulated for more than ten years at once, which has already reached his psychological bottom line.

Ma Qian'an stood up, stretched out his big hand to Chris through the table, and said, "Okay, I'm fine, I'm done with the deal?"
Chapter completed!