"Kalashnikov's signature gun? You only gave me five thousand?" Peng Hong subconsciously looked back at Qin Feng and said, "Gertai, you are a bit unkind. These two guns
I won’t sell it anymore…”
Peng Hong knew that Kalashnikov was the designer of the AK series and a very famous firearms design master. Because the AK47 is still prosperous half a century after its launch, Kalashnikov's name
It can be engraved in the history of weapons.
With the ban on guns in China, there is naturally no market for gun collection. However, overseas, especially in European and American countries, there are many people who enthusiastically collect famous guns. For example, Kalashnikov's signature gun costs at least US$10,000.
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"Brother Peng, you also know that what you get from us can never be taken out again."
As soon as Peng Hong finished speaking, the Mongolian sitting under Gertai suddenly showed a sneer on his face and said: "My eldest brother has made a price, and you must abide by it. This is our rule here..."
"Huh? Gemuleng, are you talking to me?"
Hearing the Mongolian's words, Peng Hong's original smile faded, and his muscles tensed up. At the same time, his eyes also looked at the two guns that Gertai put back on the desk.
, his whole body exuded a dangerous aura.
"Gemuleng, who asked you to speak?"
After feeling the temperature in the tent that seemed to drop suddenly, Gertai slapped his brother on the head and said angrily: "Why are you talking to Brother Peng? Didn't I teach you to be polite to guests?"
"Brother, when you enter the tent, we make an offer. This is a rule!" Gemuleng shouted with some dissatisfaction: "Since you have entered the tent, you have to sell. This is also a rule. Why can he not abide by this rule?"
"You also said, I... I will beat you to death. Get out of here..."
Gertai slapped him in the face again. Rules are made by the strong. In Gertai's view, Peng Hong is the person qualified to make rules. Although his presence on the grassland is very low and he has always been alone.
He comes and goes alone. But none of the big guys on the grassland dare to look down upon him.
"Huh, he's just a Han..." Gemuleng snorted coldly. After dodging his brother's slap, he stood up and left the tent with an annoyed look on his face.
"Brother Peng, I'm really sorry. Gemuleng is too ignorant." After his brother went out, Gertai said apologetically: "I want to ask, are these two guns yours, Brother Peng? Or are they yours?"
The one behind you?"
"Is there any difference?" Peng Hong frowned when he heard this. He realized that he had made a mistake. He had known better that he would not have brought Qin Feng in.
"If it's Brother Peng's gun, I'll buy it for 20,000 yuan."
Ge Tai stared at Peng Hong and said, "But if it's not your gun, it's five thousand. This price is because of your face, Brother Peng."
"My face is worth five thousand yuan?"
Hearing Ge Tai's words, Peng Hong laughed instead of getting angry. He finally understood what Ge Tai meant. That is, if Qin Feng brought this gun to sell it himself, I'm afraid Ge Tai would only sell it as an ordinary second-hand
ak47 came to trade.
Selling a gun abroad for 10,000 US dollars, Geertai gave himself 20,000 yuan. This price was not outrageous. After all, it would cost a lot of money to smuggle the gun out and find a buyer. But the price he gave Qin Feng
, but it is really a bit low.
"Brother Peng, there are rules in the grassland, that is, the weak eat the strong..."
Speaking of this, Geertai refused to give in. He controlled 60% of the gun circulation in the grassland and was very powerful. Moreover, he was just unwilling to provoke Peng Hong, not that he couldn't afford it.
"I'm not selling it, can we go to the head office?" Peng Hong grabbed his hand on the table.
"Wait a minute..."
Just when Peng Hong was about to get the gun, Gertai's right hand suddenly pressed on the back of his hand and said: "Brother Peng, if it belongs to you, you can take it away, but if it belongs to him, this
But the gun is going to be left behind..."
Being able to control the circulation of most of the guns on the grassland, Gertai is naturally not a believer, and the profits of these two guns are extremely high. As long as they are resold abroad, they can get more than 100,000 yuan. Although he is worried about Peng Hong, but
It's hard to say that I have to buy and sell by force.
"this is me……"
"This is my gun and has nothing to do with Peng Hong..."
Just when Peng Hong was about to admit that it was his gun, Qin Feng, who had been silent behind him, suddenly spoke, and the tent suddenly became quiet.
"Brother Peng, did you hear that? This guy said that it has nothing to do with you." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Gertai burst into laughter. The owner of the gun had already spoken. If Peng Hong interferes with it again, it will be
The rules on the grassland have been broken.
"Five thousand dollars!" Gertai shouted: "Gemuleng, come here with 10,000 yuan, the deal is done..."
"Yes, brother!" Following Gertai's shout, Gemuleng opened the tent and walked in. Behind him were two burly men, looking at Qin Feng and Peng Hong with unkind expressions.
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"Ten thousand, you count..." Gemuleng threw 10,000 yuan in front of Qin Feng and said: "Han people, when they come to the grassland, they must abide by the rules of the grassland. If someone named Peng hadn't brought you here,
You can’t even get the money.”
"The rules of the grassland? I really don't know."
Qin Feng raised his head, looked at Gemuleng, and said, "How about you tell me what the rules are on the grassland first, and then we can talk about the sale of this gun?"
"Boy, do you really don't understand or are you pretending not to understand?"
Hearing Qin Feng's words, Gemuleng was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists and said: "The rules on the grassland are that the weak eat the strong. On our territory, we must follow our rules. Do you understand?"
"This is your territory?"
Qin Feng shook his head slightly and said: "If this becomes my territory, do you all have to listen to me? I said this gun is worth half a million, do you have to pay half a million?
purchase?"
"You...what did you say?"
Gemuleng picked out his ears in disbelief, and then laughed wildly, "Brother, is this kid suffering from mad cow disease? He...he actually wants to turn this place into his territory?"
Not only Gemuleng, but also the two people following him and Geertai all smiled after hearing Qin Feng's words, but their smiles were full of contempt, and they obviously had a disdain for Qin Feng.
I really don't think so.
"Qin Feng, you...speak less."
Peng Hong was also a little angry. By saying such words on such an occasion, Qin Feng was simply provoking the Gertai brothers. In this case, the other party would not give Qin Feng a penny, so there was nothing he could say.
coming.
"Since there are rules, it's easy to handle." Qin Feng shook his head, stood up, shook his neck from side to side, and said: "My rules are that I don't like others to sit and talk with me, otherwise... you all lie down
It’s ready.”
"Arrogant!" After hearing Qin Feng's words, Gertai's face darkened and he shouted: "Gemuleng, let him know how powerful our Mongolian men are..."
"Gertai, this is the person I brought."
Peng Hong stood up and stood in front of Qin Feng. It was him who started this incident. Peng Hong couldn't just watch Qin Feng suffer. As he stood up, a dagger slipped silently.
In Peng Hong's hand.
"Brother Hong, let me see how powerful a Mongolian man is..." Qin Feng's right hand gently pushed Peng Hong's shoulder. Peng Hong only felt a strong force coming from him, and he couldn't resist it.
My body couldn't help but turn to one side.
"This...how does this kid have so much strength?" Peng Hong, who was pushed aside, was stunned on the spot. He was nicknamed the "King of Legs" in the army, and his lower body was the most stable, but he didn't expect Lian Qin to do so.
He couldn't resist the gentle push from the wind.
"Boy, I will remove the joints of your limbs. Don't worry, it will only hurt for a while and I will put them back on you." Seeing Qin Feng coming towards him, Gemuleng showed a sinister smile on his face and stretched out his hand like a cattail leaf fan.
His big hand grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder.
"Huh? This kid didn't hide?" What surprised Gemuleng was that he easily grabbed Qin Feng's shoulder. He couldn't help but feel happy, and he was about to remove Qin Feng with his hands.
joints.
Several people watching from the side also laughed. Qin Feng stood there like a wooden stake. He looked like he knew martial arts. When he met Gemuleng, he was afraid that he would not be able to escape from this trouble.
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"Brother Peng, I'm giving you face, and I hope you can give me face too." Just as Peng Hong was about to make a move, he realized that Gertai had somehow grasped the handle of the AK47 on the table, and the muzzle of the gun had been accidentally or unintentionally moved.
, it is aimed at oneself.
"Damn, I'm so careless!"
Seeing Gertai's actions, Peng Hong felt regretful. He had done business with the Gertai brothers many times before, and they had always behaved well. Unexpectedly, he wanted to swallow these two guns this time.
And he didn't hesitate to fall out with himself.
Although Peng Hong is very skilled and has experienced many scenes of gunfire and bullets, after all, flesh and blood cannot compete with bullets. When someone points a gun at such a close distance, his best choice is to stand there.
like a statue.
"Gertai, I remember it." A sneer appeared on Peng Hong's face. He had never suffered such a loss after coming out of the army, and he was already very angry.
"Boy, get down here!"
Just when Gertai pointed his gun at Peng Hong, Gemuleng's hand over there also used strength, grabbing Qin Feng's shoulder and twisting it, and at the same time tripping, he was about to knock Qin Feng down.
On the ground.
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