Chapter 3267
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The man was of medium build. Although he was in his fifties, his facial features were very handsome. He had a black beard, and age had not left too many traces on his face. His every movement had the unique gentlemanly demeanor of a Russian and the valiant bearing of a Jun.
Gong Jie put on a black hat and pushed open the car door. When he walked in front of him with Yoo Yoo in his arms, a strange look flashed across Daemon's face. He sized up the little munchkin in confusion and looked a little wary. However, out of courtesy, he still reached out his hand in a friendly manner. The two of them shook hands politely.
"Mr. Daemon, the goods are ready. You can check them at any time."
Daemon nodded and his expression softened. However, a sly look flashed across his eyes and disappeared in a flash. "Are all the goods I want on the ship?"
"Of course."
Daemon nodded and said, "The contract and transaction fee are ready. But before that, can you allow me to check my goods first?"
Gong Jie smiled and said, "Of course."
Daemon smiled and turned his head. He signaled with his eyes and two of his subordinates went up to the warehouse to check the goods.
Gong Jie also ordered his subordinates to bring the samples of the goods for this transaction. He opened the boxes neatly and picked up an FNFNC submachine gun. He walked in front of Daemon and explained in fluent Russian with a smile, "It's my honor to be able to show you the equipment for this transaction. The FN rifle was modified from the FNCAL design. It uses a 30-round M16 standard magazine. It can be semi-automatic, three-point, or fully automatic. The bolt mechanism is similar to the design of an AK-47. It's very accurate and has high lethality. "
Yoo Yoo was a little surprised.
He didn't expect him to know Russian.
Russian was extremely difficult, second only to Arabic.
What he didn't know was that among the five languages that Gong Jie knew, Arabic and Russian were the most proficient.
Daemon calmly took the rifle with both hands. This fellow was really heavy. He held the rifle with one hand and gently stroked the body of the rifle with the other. The texture of the metal and the workmanship could be considered fine. At the very least, it could be distinguished from inferior products at a glance. Such a rifle was priced at 1,500 per rifle in the black market, and Hurricane was priced at 1,000 per rifle. It was a very generous price.
The weapons made by Hurricane were excellent in all aspects. Daimon was very satisfied. He put down the rifle and studied the Desert Eagle at the side. He picked it up and weighed it in his hand. Then, he aimed the gun at the ground and pulled the trigger. Bang! It was extremely powerful.
After a while, a few of his subordinates returned and nodded to him, indicating that the goods were complete.
Daemon lowered his head and casually played with the pistol as he ordered in a low voice, "Sritov, sign and accept the goods."
His subordinate nodded, took out two contracts from his briefcase, and signed them with Gong Jie.
Gong Jie sent someone to open the two small suitcases, which were full of US dollars. He went forward to check, but found that there were only six million US dollars.
"Young Master Gong, the transaction amount is wrong!"
What? Wrong?
Gong Jie turned around with a puzzled expression. His subordinate hurriedly went forward and checked again. He raised his head and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Daemon, are you sure there are eight million US dollars in here?"
Daemon narrowed his eyes and looked at her deeply. There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone. "According to the market price, six million is already very high."
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