"Hello, welcome to Longguang 958 Music Radio Station. When the program was coming to an end, an enthusiastic listener requested a song, the original Scottish version of "Auld Lang Syne" for an elder he respected throughout his life, and left a message like this, No matter when or where I am, I have never forgotten the days that have passed by your side. No matter whether I have grown up to be full-fledged at this moment, I still remember that when I was weak, I also stood Remember the past on your giant shoulders, never forget your original intention, there will be you and me on the road ahead."
The female anchor's voice rang gently on the phone.
"Whose words are written by this guy? They are too sour."
Qian Mingtang felt goosebumps all over his body when he heard this, and cursed silently.
Fatty Dai was holding the lunch box and suddenly raised his head. After brewing for a long time, he sneezed hard and sprayed Qian Mingtang's face with the food in his mouth.
"Fuck."
Qian Mingtang wiped his face in disgust, opened his mouth and asked, "Can I eat it?"
"The chili is too spicy, I choked on it."
Fatty Dai wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, put down his lunch box, opened his mouth and asked Huo Guang, "How is it? Have you finished your research?"
"If you try hard, the consequences will be too serious. Of the four of us, only one is willing to go." Huo Guang shook his head.
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When Fatty Dai heard this, he was silent for a while, and then he gasped and said, "Forget it, let's think of a solution."
"kindness."
Huo Guang was stunned for a moment.
Qian Mingtang also looked at Fatty Dai in surprise.
"Well, let's find out Zhang Weimin's exact location first, and you can wait for the news." Fatty Dai added immediately.
"Well then, okay then,."
Huo Guang still stuttered a reply, and waited for four or five minutes. Then, seeing that Fatty Dai did not change his words, he took the others away.
After Huo Guang left, Qian Mingtang frowned and said to Fatty Dai: "Fuck, why are you acting like this all the time? The reason why Huo Guang came back and said that he was the only one willing to go was because he wanted to raise the price. Why did you suddenly do it again? He changed his tune."
"I thought about it, it's easy to get into trouble if you try hard, so let's try another way first."
Fatty Dai took a sip of mineral water and replied quickly.
"What way?" Qian Mingtang asked puzzledly.
"Do you dare to go to Xingnong Village and talk to their leader to see if they can buy it for Zhang Weimin? If they think it is not good to betray Zhang Weimin so directly, they can give us some advice. Let’s do it ourselves.”
Fatty Dai said directly.
"No, do you think this is possible?" Qian Mingtang asked in disbelief.
"Just tell me whether you dare to go or not." Fatty Dai smiled, and the frown disappeared from his face.
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Qian Mingtang looked at Zhang Weimin and was silent for a long time, then replied: "Okay, I'll try it."
On the other side, somewhere in Hebei, in a high-rise residential complex.
A young man wearing otaku glasses, a hurdle vest, big pants, and flip-flops was looking dull, unshaven, clasping his feet while typing on the keyboard.
This is a three-bedroom house. There is basically no decoration in the house. The curtains are kept open all year round, and the house is dark and smells of dampness.
Two of the rooms were filled with piles of cardboard boxes, and outside there were some scattered steel ball boxes, SVD sniper rifles, Barrett sniper rifles, Browning pistols, Desert Eagle pistols, and some military uniforms. Combat training uniforms, military field uniforms, military special operations uniforms, body armor, tactical gloves, transparent explosion-proof shields and other items.
"Dudu."
The voice of QQ voice sounded, and the young man ordered a Yuxi drink that cost more than 20 yuan a box. Then he crossed his legs and grabbed the headset. He puffed out smoke rings and put the headset on his head.
"Hello, um, I'm the head of the Global Weapons Support Department, Yuri."
The young man said something silly.
"Comrade, I have finally found you. You are so famous in the circle of military fans."
The other party said something flattering.
"I just live a low-key life and do things in a high-profile manner. I won't brag to you at all. B. If Bin Laden had not died, he would have bought a gun from me. Therefore, it is normal for there to be legends about me in the world."
The young man nodded reservedly, and then asked directly: "To make a long story short, what do you want? Except for nuclear bombs, intercontinental cruise missiles, aircraft carriers and the like, we can't get them here. We have no problem with other hand-held weapons."
"I want to batch some goods."
"How much can you order for bulk goods?" the young man asked.
"At least more than one million," the other party replied.
"Fuck, we can still have an in-depth chat. Just leave me your contact information and I'll call you later via Internet phone."
The young man blinked his eyes and said quickly.
"Euler."
The other party agreed and then ended the call.
Ten hours later, the young man ate a box of braised chicken and rice at home, then lay on the bed, prepared toilet paper, and took out his phone, preparing to call the anchor of a certain voice chat room for a shameless phone bombardment. .
"Squeak."
Outside, the security door was gradually opened, and three people quickly walked in.
"flap."
When the young man in the room heard the noise, he sat up suddenly, pulled up his pants, and tried to pull the gun from under the pillow.
"Bang."
The door inside the house was kicked open, and three people rushed into the house. Two of them rushed to the bed and pressed the young man on the bed.
"Hello, Mr. Yuri, the head of the Global Weapons Support Department."
The man standing at the door glanced around and then spoke.
"Who the hell are you?"
The young man was pinned down on the bed and asked sideways.
"I'm talking about a business worth more than one million yuan with you, but you don't know me."
The person at the door replied casually, then glanced inside the room again, and continued: "Have you placed an order for Xingnong Village?"
The young man frowned and pursed his lips without replying.
"Okay, from now on, I will live with you for five hours, and you will treat me as if I don't exist. You will work as you usually do now."
The person at the door said slowly.
When the young man heard this, he became even more confused.
Five hours later, the man who arrived, dressed, spoke and looked like a young man from the fake arms dealer, was like a twin brother.
More than ten hours later, this man arrived at Xingnong Village. The person responsible for receiving him was the "leader of the sales team" in Xingnong Village named Hou Zhen. The two met at the entrance of the village.
"Hello, my name is Hou Zhen." The farmer in his forties stretched out his hand and said.
"Hello, my QQ name is the director of the Global Weapons Support Department, and my nickname is Little JB."
The young man shook hands reservedly and said.
"Chick. Damn, your name is quite modest."
Hou Zhen said in shock.
"It's little Kiba, okay." The young man was speechless.
"Yeah, I understand, little chicken."
Hou Zhen nodded understandingly.
"Oh, I really don't like doing business with you rural people. Mr. Kiba, the largest arms leader in the Middle East in the 1950s, when he comes here, he stares at you and turns into piss."
The young man sighed with emotion, and then said: "Forget it, you should call me Xiaoxin." This book was first published on 17K Novel Network, and you can read the original content immediately!