"Crunch!"
The red Ferrari stopped in front of Red Beard.
Mr. Simon, the eldest son of Bicheng Pharmaceutical, opened the car door, got out of the car and walked towards Red Beard. He clapped his hands and said, "Well done, man! I saw it, yes! It was a wonderful fire, and the burning was also wonderful! You guessed it." Yes, those poor guys are probably going to turn into roasted suckling pigs! Hahaha!"
Master Simon was very concerned about the fire and danced excitedly when he saw the light from afar.
When he saw that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, he knew that there was no way to save it. He just admired the fire for a while, and then drove over to see Red Beard.
"As long as you're satisfied, Master Simon!" Redbeard chewed his cigar with an unruly look on his face.
"Satisfied! I'm very satisfied! Come here!" Master Simon snapped his fingers.
Someone immediately came forward and handed the remaining balance to Hongbeard.
"Take it, man! You deserve this!" Simon pointed to the money, "The total is twenty thousand pounds, plus what I gave you before, the total is thirty thousand, right?"
"Yes, Master Simon!" Redbeard asked someone to put the money away and stretched out his hand: "I hope we can have a happy cooperation next time!"
"Of course!" Simon smiled, turned to leave, then suddenly turned around and said: "But there is a question I want to ask you -"
He raised his finger: "Do you really don't know whose company you burned?"
"I know, Master Simon!" Red Beard said arrogantly, "It's a Chinaman named Du Yongxiao, isn't he?"
"Du Yongxiao, Chinaman?" Master Simon was stunned for a moment, "You are right! He is indeed a very useless Chinaman, a lowly Chinese dog! Apart from that, you don't know anything else?"
"Is there anything else I need to know, Master Simon?"
"Oh no, no, no, you don't need to know anything! Yes, that's it!" After Master Simon finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, danced, walked over, and jumped on the Ferrari, "Drive!"
boom!
The Ferrari sped away.
The wild wolf, who had not spoken much, stepped forward, shaved his chin with a dog-leg knife, and said to Redbeard: "Boss, I always feel like something is wrong..."
Red Beard said disdainfully: "What's wrong? We just burned down a Chinaman's company, can he still bite me?"
"Yes, how dare a despicable Chinese dog bite someone?"
"Hahaha!"
For the speedsters, the Chinese immigrants in London are the easiest to bully.
The Chinese nation is gentle by nature and accepts all circumstances. When they immigrated to the UK, they were even more discriminated against. However, they did not resist or complain, they just endured silently. This made evil people, including the Speeder Party, regard the Chinese as pigs and dogs who could be bullied at will, and even Not as good as a pig or a dog?
"Let's go! Let's go into the city!"
"Go into the city and prostitute those Chinese girls for free!"
"Hahaha! Although they are stupid, they are very obedient!"
Redbeard led the men and horses, mounted the motorcycle, and roared away.
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"These are treasures collected by the arms team! Did you see that one is a rocket launcher from World War II, and that box is a real German hand grenade!"
Du Yongxiao enthusiastically introduced Ye Hetang and others.
These dozen Chinatown bosses thought Du Yongxiao was going to treat them to hot pot, but they didn't expect that they were here to sell arms.
Ye Hetang grimaced: "No, Manager Ye, these grenades are older than my dead father. Do they work?"
"Yes, although we really want to buy arms, we have to be able to use them - besides, with all the popular grenades being updated, who still uses grenades?" said another boss.
Du Yongxiao smiled: "If you want to know whether it works, it's easy! You stand in a row and I'll let someone throw one to try!"
"No, no, no! I believe it! We all believe it!"
"Now that I believe it, do you want to buy it?"
"Buy! Of course I have to buy it!" Ye Hetang said, "We each order that...one box."
"Only one box?" Du Yongxiao's face sank, "I treat you as brothers, what do you think of me?"
"Two boxes!"
"Three boxes!"
"How about four boxes?"
Du Yongxiao still had a straight face.
Ye Hetang felt cruel and stretched out his hand: "Ten boxes, let's order ten boxes each! Is that okay?"
Du Yongxiao smiled and slapped Ye Hetang on the shoulder: "I know you are loyal, Old Ye! Ten boxes, right? I promise you!"
Ye Hetang couldn't laugh or cry, making them seem like they were begging to buy these rubbish.
"By the way, there are a batch of Soviet-style rifles over there! Let's go over and take a look!" Du Yongxiao led everyone forward, and then added: "They are all antiques!"
The bosses staggered and almost fell down. What they were most afraid of hearing now was antiques.
"Everyone, please don't react so much!" Du Yongxiao consoled him, "Be a bit more open-minded. You are not buying these things for war anyway. As long as you can use them to scare people, don't ask for too much!"
"No, Director Du!" Ye Hetang hurriedly stepped forward, "After all, what we got is real money. You cheated us like this, oh no, take care of us, do you have a good conscience?"
Du Yongxiao stopped and spoke righteously: "I am now the supervisor of the arms team, and my responsibility is to sweep away arms. How could I know the law and break the law and sell arms to you and others?"
"Ah, what are you doing?"
"I am also thinking about you. I will sweep away all the arms in England in the future! As for you antique-level people, I will never sweep them away!" Du Yongxiao promised, patting his chest.
Ye Hetang and others looked at each other.
What's the meaning?
Doesn't it mean that their scrap metal will be the only armament in the future?
"Director Du, what you said...is it true?"
"What do you think? Is it the first day you met me?" Du Yongxiao looked unruly.
Ye Hetang and others looked at each other and suddenly became happy: "Director Du, we believe you! Give me three hundred for this antique rifle!"
"I want five hundred!"
"I'm eight hundred!"
"Don't fight or rob, everyone has a share! Pay the money first!" Du Yongxiao greeted everyone, "Musk, record it, everyone can't buy too much! Remember, we are selling antiques, not arms. !”
"Understood, boss!" Musk and others expressed admiration for Du Yongxiao.
Just selling antiques will completely eliminate the crime of buying and selling arms!
Just when Du Yongxiao was taking the Chinatown bosses to visit the arsenal, Asan brother Shahluhan hurried in, "Boss! It's bad, there's a fire in the pharmaceutical company..."
Hearing this, Du Yongxiao turned around and asked urgently: "Are there any casualties?!"
Shahruhan said: "There were no casualties, but several staff members suffered varying degrees of burns while trying to rescue research data! Paul has sent the injured to the hospital."
"It's good that everyone is fine!" Du Yongxiao said in a relieved tone. In fact, he was more concerned about researching the information. He was even more relieved when he heard that the information had been rescued.
"Know who did this?!"
"British, speeding gang!"
(End of chapter)
