After Joey left, Du Wei walked to the golf ball by the lake and took the club handed to him by his subordinate.
"Go and check. I want to know everything between Augustus and Mo Bei. I also want to see what's going on in the Duke's Mansion."
"yes!"
One of his men trotted away.
Du Wei raised his hand to swing, and the golf ball flew up diagonally.
Holding the club and looking at the golf ball passing across the lake, Du Wei looked cold.
He has always been a direct person, both as a player and as a person. Detours have never been his habit. Those who stand in his way will either be passed over or destroyed.
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The Mo family mansion.
The assistant walked into Mo Wen's study with a frown, "Brother Wen."
"How is it?" Mo Wen immediately turned around and asked.
"There are sellers, but the prices they offer are very low." The assistant said with a frown on his face, "The other party seems to know that we are short of money now, so they are deliberately lowering the price."
"Damn it." Mo Wen cursed in a low voice.
The assistant pursed his lips and walked forward, "Brother Wen, how about... let's think of other ways?"
"you mean?"
"A few days ago, the Middle East wanted to purchase weapons from us, but my husband refused. Those guys have always been wealthy owners, and the price they offered was much higher than the market price."
"But..." Mo Wen hesitated.
Of course, Mo Wen also knows about this, but the other party is not a regular army. If you want to sell weapons to them, it is illegal and must be smuggled.
"If we don't sell it, others will sell it. They always want to buy it anyway, so why should we refuse? Moreover, aren't we short of money now? It is impossible to sell so many properties in three days, even if
I can only sell one or two sets but I don’t have much money, so it’s of no use to me.”
There was the sound of a car outside the window. Mo Wen walked to the window and saw Mo Bei hurriedly walking out of the car downstairs. She was still wearing the same clothes from last night. It was obvious that she
I didn't sleep all night again.
Looking at her tired figure, Mo Wen felt distressed again.
Mo Bei went upstairs, and Mo Wen had already walked out of the room, "Xiao Bei, you are back."
"Brother." Mo Bei looked at his face, "I'll come back to get something. You don't look good, so don't work too hard. This kind of thing can't be rushed."
"I'm fine." Mo Wen frowned and looked at her face, "On your side, you must pay attention to your health. Mo family needs you, you must not collapse."
"Don't worry, I won't fall down." Mo Bei smiled at him and immediately walked hurriedly to his room.
Looking at her hurried look, Mo Wen was worried. As she walked in, he saw Mo Bei taking away the hidden compartment on the wall. The wall parted, revealing the mezzanine inside, which was covered with various guns.
, none of them are the same as ordinary guns.
One of the sets of pink-colored spears is particularly eye-catching.
Because he only had one daughter, and because of the death of his wife, Mo Wenxiu also doted on Mo Bei. Mo Bei had liked weapons since he was a child. In order to suit his liking, many of the weapons here were designed and given to him personally.
Mo Bei's gift is definitely a unique gun model in the world. These guns are more than just weapons, they can even be called works of art.
Looking at these guns, Mo Bei couldn't help but think of his father. He raised his hand and took the pink sniper rifle from the top. He touched it gently with his fingers and immediately put it into the open gun box beside him, and then took it again.
