Kang Zhihua's voice was full of doubts, "He didn't kill you?"
"No."
Jasmine said, "He just came to leave a message."
"And then left?" Kang Zhihua asked.
"Yes."
Kang Zhihua on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said, "I understand."
Jasmine didn't say anything more and hung up the phone directly.
On the other end of the phone.
Kang Zhihua fell into deep thought. He really couldn't understand the meaning of Zhao Gangjun's words when he ran to Jasmine. Could it be that he wanted to show off his abilities? Or was it a challenge to himself? After all, the recent "My Arc"
The competition between the two movies "My Wife 2" and "Slay the Dragon" is quite fierce.
However, if this is the case, then he can just come to him directly. What are he doing in Chinatown?
Kang Zhihua never imagined that Zhao Gangjun suddenly came up with some idea because he saw what happened on the street. If Kang Zhihua could still imagine such a sudden idea, there would be something wrong.
Kang Zhihua had a huge headache here, but on the other side, Zhao Gangjun had already taken Lin Xin to the appointment.
Originally, Zhao Gangjun planned to go alone, so he might not know what would happen if Vivian and Jessica were with him and the two of them, burning firewood. But Vivian knew that Lin Xin was also with him.
When they were together, he enthusiastically invited Lin Xin to come with him. Lin Xin agreed without thinking too much.
The place to eat is downstairs from the hotel where Vivian and Jessica stay.
"Hey, do you know Chinese Kung Fu?"
Jessica sat opposite Zhao Gangjun and asked curiously.
"Do you really want to know?" Zhao Gangjun asked with a smile.
"think."
Jessica nodded and said, "I have always been curious about Chinese Kung Fu. You were able to save me that night, which proves that you are not an ordinary person."
"That's right, of course I'm not an ordinary person."
Zhao Gang said arrogantly, "According to our Chinese dialect, I am black, rough and tough."
"What is black, rough and hard?" Jessica obviously couldn't understand what Zhao Gangjun meant.
"That's right...um!"
Zhao Gangjun was about to say something, but Lin Xin blocked his mouth with a large piece of beef.
"He is just an ignorant young man, you don't need to worry about him." Lin Xin said.
"It seems you don't know Chinese Kung Fu!" Jessica was obviously very disappointed that Zhao Gangjun was gagged by Lin Xin with a piece of meat. She sighed, a little unmotivated.
"Sorry, Zhao."
Vivian said apologetically, "Jessica likes Chinese Kung Fu very much, so..."
"No, it's okay."
Zhao Gangjun swallowed the meat with difficulty, glared at Lin Xin, and then said to Vivian, "Actually, there are many types of Chinese Kung Fu, both soft and hard, such as Bajiquan, Wing Chun, and
Tai Chi, of course, also includes internal and external cultivation, and I am relatively good at internal cultivation, especially dual cultivation."
"Can you stop embarrassing the Chinese people?" Lin Xin asked.
Zhao Gangjun smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm really good at dual cultivation..."
Eating with three beauties is undoubtedly a pleasant thing for both body and mind. However, halfway through the meal, Zhao Gangjun received a call from Jack Wilson.
On the phone, Jack Wilson enthusiastically invited Zhao Gangjun to pick up a batch of goods with him.
As for what kind of goods it was, Jack Wilson didn't say anything, and Zhao Gangjun didn't ask much.
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Gangjun apologized to the three women and then left.
The place where I met Jack Wilson was not at Jack Wilson's home, but in a large warehouse in the suburbs of Los Angeles.
"This is the warehouse where we store our goods."
Jack Wilson said to Zhao Gangjun, "Tonight a batch of goods will be delivered here, and tomorrow the batch of goods will be sent out, so I will show you tonight. My people are all around here. The Los Angeles police are looking for
Don’t come here.”
"What kind of goods?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
'Heroin.'
Jack Wilson grinned and said, "High-purity heroin, that guy Michael got it from Mexico. Dear Zhao, actually I have always wanted to tell you something."
"What's the matter?" Zhao Gangjun asked.
"It's like this. Now Michael and I have a stable supply of drugs. In the United States, we have done a big enough job. Now we need to expand our business. And you have a large population in China, and the consumption of drugs is the highest in the world.
It can be ranked among the top three within the scope. If you cooperate with us and let our goods enter China through the lines you control, then we will make a lot of money." Jack Wilson said.
"Mr. Jack, the person who wanted to come to me should have told you." Zhao Gangjun said with a smile, "Except for drugs, we can do any other business."
"But drugs are the most profitable."
Jack Wilson said, "The profit from one trip of drug smuggling is comparable to five trips of electronic components and three trips of smuggling trucks! Dear Zhao, I think you are a friend, so I want to hand over this business to you.
Do it, otherwise, I can take the goods from your sd, sh."
"Forget it."
Zhao Gangjun shook his head and said, "One of our family's ancestral mottos is not to do drug business."
"Dear Zhao, seeing so much money placed in front of you, are you really not moved?" Jack Wilson said unwillingly.
"Money doesn't matter. I don't feel comfortable spending the money I earn from doing harm to the country and the people." Zhao Gangjun said.
Jack Wilson sighed and said nothing more.
Half an hour later, several jeeps drove into the warehouse
Michael, whom Zhao Gangjun had met before, led several people to unload several boxes from the van.
After Jack Wilson checked the contents of the box, he let Michael go.
"These things can make me 500 percent profit."
Jack Wilson said, "All it takes is a change of hands. By the way, dear Zhao, Michael invited me to go to Mexico to visit him in a few days. How about we go together then?"
"Forget it."
Zhao Gangjun shook his head and said, "I still have things to be busy with."
"Lobbying can't be done in one or two days. There are still more than ten days left. Mexico is a very interesting country. I believe you will fall in love with that country. Of course, you can also take me with you.
Those two gifts for you! Dear Zhao, if you don’t go, you won’t give me face!” Jack Wilson said.
Hearing Jack Wilson talk about Vivian and Jessica, Zhao Gangjun frowned slightly and said, "When are you going?"
"the day after tomorrow."
"That's okay."
(Do you prefer to read pure urban or urban fantasy, urban fairy tales or urban fantasy fairy tales stewed in a cauldron? Please give me your suggestions, which will largely determine what I write in my next book.)