The Strongest Arms Dealer

Gao Jianguo was also helpless.

If it is not forced by life, who would like to be full of talents?

He originally wanted to go to Maozi to earn a living, but who knew that group of people were so fierce, and the peak light infantry was helpless in the face of numbers and heavy weapons.

Almost folded in that icy and snowy place.

Brother Xiao Ma's scolding sound was stuck in his throat but he didn't have the courage to speak it out. He was so dull, took a glass of xo from the bartender, and took a sip, but the wine was too strong, and he found that the bacteria in his mouth were eliminated Many, and at this time, Gao Jianguo moved the chair halfway, facing Brother Ma, staring straight at him.

This time, Brother Xiao Ma was completely terrified.

"What do you want to say, just say it."

"Brother Ma, shall we...do we want to do it again?" Gao Jianguo tidied up his words and said.

As he was talking, he was still looking at the other person's facial expression. When he noticed that the corners of Xiao Ma's eyes were trembling, he quickly changed the subject and said in a hurried tone, "Now is the best time to make money. If we don't go to hk, we can go other places."

"Jianguo!"

Brother Xiao Ma directly interrupted the former with his eyes closed, "I'm too tired, I don't want to go back to HK, that place hurts me here." He hammered the heart part of his left chest, where he lost his beloved, and The so-called self-confidence and all.

He also believes that if he relies on the ability of the boss, he can completely regain what he lost.

But what's the use?

Like is lost justice still justice?

It's just that the devil can't stand it anymore.

Revenge, after waiting for too long, has long since lost its meaning. Moreover, I also shot that guy's leg at the beginning, and now I am afraid that I will have to use a wheelchair. Seeing that Xiao Ma is so negative, Gao Jianguo is anxious. , he himself is not a coordinator at all, he can do some more violent work at most, but Mao Zi gave him a deep impression, now the times have changed!

"Brother Ma, if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your brothers. When you were killed and ran overseas, those brothers refused to stay. Many people lost their source of income. It's hard." Gao Jiangong started to play the emotional card.

Sure enough, Brother Ma's complexion turned red.

Sometimes, you can't fall, you fall, and there are too many things behind it.

One man also decides the fate of many.

"I'm already working in a multinational company. If the brothers want to come, I can arrange it, but I'll go back to HK." Xiao Ma shook his head, "I don't need to talk about this, and our company's benefits are also very good. It is considered a big company in the world and has business.”

"But we haven't read too many story books, this..."

Company C does not recruit everyone. Modern warfare means high-quality soldiers, especially mercenaries. It is impossible to fight like a legion. It requires more personal quality, and it requires at least two or more subjects to be familiar with. Foreign languages, proficiency in all kinds of weapons, and the most important thing is to understand personal equipment, from night vision goggles to gs navigation, these can't be operated without a little bit of culture.

The so-called low level of education is all nonsense.

Most of Yingjiang's seals and deltas have a college degree, and John Bull's family has regular cultural examinations, and the moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor development is comprehensive.

Umbrella companies are taking the elite route.

Of course, there are also those who earn extra money, such as summer jobs and part-time jobs, but most of them do not pay high salaries and are not the main combat positions.

"If you don't know it, then learn! Take advantage of your youth." Brother Xiao Ma patted Gao Jianguo on the shoulder, "Brains can earn you money faster than violence at any time. This brain is not just for you to eat." He finished speaking , took out a stack of US dollars from his pocket, wrote a series of numbers on a white paper, put it on the table, and said in a slightly gentle tone, "You stay here first, this is my number, when I report to the boss, I'll arrange for you to come in."

Gao Jianguo looked at the stack of Franklins, which was about 10,000 yuan, which was just enough to solve their urgent needs. Food for these people was also a large sum of money. The so-called polite refusal seemed a lot hypocritical in the face of reality. Qian's subordinate looked at the phone number again, helplessness flashed in his eyes, "Brother Ma, you... are you in good health now?"

Congliang?

Is this a man?

Persuading the world to be good, persuading good women to become prostitutes...

Brother Xiao Ma didn't explain, and drank the xo in front of him in one gulp.

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The wind in Seoul tonight is very quiet, but not everyone is very suitable for falling asleep.

An Junji drove home and walked into the house with a dark face. His beloved lakeside terrier ran over affectionately wagging its tail and wanted to stick out his tongue to say hello, but An Junji was obviously in a bad mood and kicked him Open, this strength is not small, the painful lakeside screams, and the timidity is humanized in the eyes.

This shrill cry was very harsh in the villa.

The nanny who heard the voice came out of the kitchen, "Master, are you back?"

An Junji slammed his suit on the sofa and lay down there, smelling of alcohol all over his face.

Others upstairs who heard the movement also came down.

The half-brother An Juncha wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, wearing dark green pajamas, with his right hand in his pocket, standing on the steps and looking at him. The relationship between them is not very good. He was killed by his father An Taewang When the heir was raised, and An Junji was more like a pig, an idiot who had to be taken care of at all times, he just took a look, turned around and went back to the room.

Another day of drunkenness.

But An Junji's mother trot down very distressed, pushed him down, told the nanny to get some hangover, and sat beside him, "Junji, are you going to drink again? what?"

"Leave me alone!" An Junji waved his hand~www.wuxiaspot.com~ His eyes were scarlet, as if complaining, "I was beaten! I was beaten in the clubhouse."

"what?"

Mother An was very surprised, and then asked anxiously, "Where was the hit? Was it injured? Where is that person? Did you call the police?"

"He's gone! That idiot Binlong let him go." An Junji suddenly stood up excitedly and kicked the table in front of him, but it was very heavy and he couldn't kick it over. An Junji, who was in the chest, picked up the things on the table like a madman and threw them on the ground, so frightened that An's mother hurriedly grabbed him, and kept comforting him.

"Is this... being bullied outside?"

A middle-aged man walked down the stairs, with a swollen face, and he was very careful when walking the stairs. His leg seemed to be limping. Seeing this, the nanny hurriedly helped him down. This guy who looks like Takeshi Kitano is An Taiwang , the actual founder of Taiwang Group!

A well-known rich man, philanthropist and social activist in Korea.

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