"First, I decide the time and place of each transaction. Second, I am not allowed to reveal anything about our cooperation or my name to others. Third, I only accept cash, and half of the deposit must be paid before each transaction."
"No problem. I currently need thirty submachine guns, fifty pistols, and two hundred rifles. Are they available?"
"It's a small problem, even if you want airplanes and tanks, it's no problem." He does a big business. This is simply a small business, but he doesn't mind the money. China is a very good market, and the things he produces can officially enter the Chinese market.
It's an honor in itself for him
"I don't need those for now. I brought these. Do you think the deposit is enough?" Kunshan took out a small bag of diamonds from his pocket and handed them over. He used to sell diamonds. This thing is easy to carry, small and expensive, so bring it
The deal couldn't be better.
Bai Lai opened the bag and took a look. He was very satisfied and felt that doing business in Kunshan was very practical: "You stay here for two more days. The day after tomorrow, I will send what you need directly to your plane."
"Thank you." Kunshan breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't expect the negotiation to be concluded so smoothly. He had been worried before he came, but he could finally put it down.
After the business was done, Bai Lai wanted to bet money with Baozhu. Baozhu saw that Kunshan looked very happy, and she was also happy. She agreed as soon as she was happy. When she was happy, she would naturally win money.
Then, in less than an hour, more than half of the small bag of diamonds that Mr. Bai Lai had just received had returned to the orb's pocket.
Kunshan looked on and felt miserable. His wife was simply a money-making machine!
Kunshan was under the table and gently kicked Baozhu with his foot, hoping that she would win less.
Bao Zhu thought he was kicking her for fun, so she stretched out her foot and kicked her back gently while continuing to gamble.
Kunshan saw that the hint was ineffective, so he had to say: "It's getting late, Baozhu, let's go back! Don't delay Mr. Bai Lai's rest."
Bao Zhu raised his head and glanced at Mr. Bai Lai, who had already lost and had sweat on his forehead. He seemed really tired. Bao Zhu thought he was very tired, so he clapped his hands and said kindly: "Mr. Bai Lai, are you feeling well? Take good care of yourself.
Rest, I’m leaving now and I’ll see you tomorrow!”
Mr. Bai Lai watched them leave. He was very conflicted about wanting Baozhu to come back tomorrow, but at the same time he hoped she wouldn't come because his pocket was really bleeding...
The diamond I just got!
Gambling is really bad. There is a saying that if you work hard to make money for thirty years, you can go back to the time before liberation once you gamble.
He didn't believe it at first, but he believed it after seeing the pearl
He grew up gambling, and nine times out of ten he gambled, he was not afraid of cheating! He was a cheat! He had always been the only one who cheated others, but when he encountered the orb, he lost.
After learning from the painful experience, in order to hold on to the remaining half bag of diamonds, he decided to quit gambling and never gamble money again!
But he is an old man. Since he has decided to quit gambling, he plans to hold a ceremony for everyone to bear witness to him.
After Baozhu heard about it, he took Kunshan there excitedly. Although he no longer gambled, Mr. Bai Lai was still very happy to see Baozhu: "Dear Baozhu, you are welcome to come."
Mr. Bailey's gambler friends were very interested in his Chinese friend and asked her to write a few Chinese characters for Bailey as a souvenir.
Kunshan finished translating for Baozhu, and just as he was about to decline for her, he just didn't recognize the few words she wrote sometimes.
But Bao Zhu nodded, thinking that I didn't bring any gifts, so it would be nice to just write a few words and pay for the meal!
When everyone saw her nodding, they immediately asked people to prepare rice paper and brushes with great interest. Baozhu looked at the white paper and was a little confused. Her mind was almost blank. She held up the brush and never dropped it.
After Kunshan glanced at her, he reminded: "Do you still remember what Xiao Qu's uncle often said?"
Bao Zhu remembered it, took up a pen and scrawled a few lines of large characters on the paper, and Kunshan didn't even recognize the scrawled words. Although he was used to being embarrassed, this was the first time he had been thrown abroad, and he just wanted to show off his help.
She smoothed things over
Suddenly, after a moment of almost silence, there was thunderous applause. A white man said: "Art! Chinese characters are really broad and profound, so artistic!"
A black man said: "Very good, very creative!"
Kunshan is speechless, what kind of aesthetic is this?
Is he crazy? Or is everyone else crazy?
He must be crazy, because everyone else can't be crazy?
Can I read the characters on the orb?
He has the urge to vomit blood
It happened that even Mr. Bai Lai admired the calligraphy of Baozhu and was very interested in asking Kunshan to translate it. This is something that Uncle Xiao Qu often talks about when educating his nephew. Every time he comes to his house to see his nephew, he will remember it very much.
Clearly: "Novices are afraid of veterans, veterans are afraid of thousands of hands, thousands of hands are afraid of missing, and if they miss, they will chop off their hands."
"Brilliant! Hit the nail on the head! Well written!" If he was still a little itchy before, when he heard this sentence, he was completely desperate. It turns out that after gambling, no matter how good a gambler is, he may face nothing more in the end.
If you chop your hands, what are you betting on?
Are you waiting to buy it?
Fortunately, he was frightened by the orb and had the intention to retreat and woke him up with some words, otherwise he would not have known what year or month he would suddenly have his hands chopped off.
In order to thank Bao Zhu for cutting his leg, Mr. Bailey gave Bao Zhu a very compact pistol for self-defense. The pistol was very beautiful and unique. Bao Zhu stuffed it into his pocket very much and took out the gun smoothly.
Nickname: "Xiao Yin looks so cute"
Pistol Xiaoyin: "..."
Kunshan had just returned to Guangzhou with the orb. The uncle from the house next door called him anxiously through the wall. He was so anxious that he didn't even have the heart to give away antiques. He came directly and couldn't take care of it.
There are so many rules, so I asked him: "Kunshan! You are finally back."
"What's wrong?"
"Every time you go out, something seems to happen here at home. Last time it was the old hall master, and this time it was the new hall master. Qiu hall master was ambushed on Xiangping Street the day before yesterday. He was shot in the leg. The doctor said he was dead.
He may have recovered. Although he can still walk, he is already a cripple. If the hall did not discriminate against the disabled, he probably would not be able to keep the position of the hall master. If something happens to him, you will be the biggest beneficiary, but you are at this time.
Not only are you not in the country, some people in the hall guessed that you did it. Some even said that you were absconding out of fear of crime. Some even made a big fuss about the old hall master’s resignation, saying that you wanted to ascend the throne, so you deliberately let the old hall master pretend.
The illness has been cured so that you can ascend to the throne. Unexpectedly, an enemy of the Hall Master showed up on the way. You held a grudge and killed him. Tell me honestly, was it you who did it?"