Chapter 74: How Many Trump Cards Does the Boss Have!
The third child tilted his neck and saw the section in the newspaper, but immediately frowned.
"Exotic animal beauty pageant?"
The third child of this competition knows that it is a competition sponsored by the "Shadu Entertainment News". Shadu is held every year, and this year is already the fifth.
It's just that the participants are basically the ladies and ladies in the upper city. It can be said that it is a small circle of small circles. Besides...
"Boss, you may have just come to Sandu and don't know much about some things."
The third child first opened his mouth to find a step for Link, and then said: "Although this event is written that everyone can sign up to participate, it is mainly aimed at the ladies and ladies in the upper city. It is an event within their small circle, and it is difficult for outsiders to participate. Squeeze in. And this event has a long time and a lot of processes, and now it is only the primary selection for registration, and the finals will not start until mid-to-late May.”
"Even if you win the championship in the end, the reward is only 150,000, which cannot solve the urgent need."
Now the Jack Gang's turf is gone, and the animals in the basement show no sign of selling.
There is still a week left to pay the monthly payment to Baihetang, and the road for Jack's gang will become more and more difficult.
When the boss came back, he took a confident step and said that the Jack gang would go to glory, but the third thought that the boss was confident.
But after knowing the boss's suggestion, the third child's heart seemed to be poured with cold water in an instant.
Link saw the changes in the third child's expression without changing his expression: "It's alright, I just use the animal beauty pageant as a pedal, and take advantage of the trend to make the Jack Gang's wild animal fame. By the way, the third child, you are now arranging for the manpower, copy Get an empty room, the bigger the better, I'm useful."
The third child wanted to persuade him again, but after hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't say it. Besides, he might make the elder one feel disgusted and counterproductive.
This wave of Baihetang was aggressive, directly pinching the lifeline of the Jack Gang, the boss was still thinking about animal beauty pageants, and ignored the emotional depression of the gang brothers.
It's over, it's over!
The third child weakly pointed at three or five people: "You, you, you, and you, come with me to clean up the house."
The faces of the thugs were also full of reluctance, and the faces of those who were called were extremely bad.
"The site is gone. Why are you cleaning up the house now? Are you planning to train us to be babysitters?"
"At this rate, we can't last for two months, right?"
"When Boss Jack was there, revenue and expenditure were just flat. Now that the site is gone, it will definitely collapse. It's just a matter of time."
The third child clapped his hands and said, "Okay, don't complain, it's not good for the boss to hear it, and move things quickly."
Link was in the office, opened the portfolio, and took out all the information in it.
Many thugs' handwriting is crooked, and their strokes are trembling. It can be seen that writing is a very difficult thing for them.
This is not unrelated to the educational environment in the slums.
There were also schools in the slums, but they only taught the basics of reading and literacy.
The rulers and the powerful do not want anyone to cross the class, so for the ghetto, the policy of captivity has always been adopted.
Two days ago, Link had just been in charge of the Jack Gang, and due to external pressure, he had not had time to understand the brothers of the Jack Gang.
Now take the opportunity to look at the archives to learn more about their subordinates.
Because it was stated before that I wanted to write specialties, everyone racked their brains.
Link glanced at it, unlocking and stealing were all commonplace, as well as writing about driving and rolling dice.
Link first focused on looking at his specialties, and the one who impressed him the most was a young man who wrote ventriloquism.
This specialty made Link's whole body tremble, and he remembered this person's name - Quentin.
After a while, the third child knocked on the door sweating profusely and said, "Boss,
The room has been tidied up. "
"You called Ah Fu, and everyone else, to the rest area. I have something to announce."
Link got up, smoothed the folds on his shirt, and walked out of the office.
The third child and the thugs are like eggplants beaten by frost, their heads bowed and slumped.
Link remembered that when he went out in the morning, the eyes of the thugs were full of brilliant brilliance, which was the expectation and yearning for the future.
But now, everyone is dead, and weakly lined up to stand in the rest area.
Like a doll to be played with, and like a zombie without emotion.
The site was gone, and Baihetang started. Not only did the boss not lead them to counterattack, but he simply retreated.
They could only watch Jack help the 'terminally ill' old man, a little bit of breath, but there was nothing they could do.
A deep sense of powerlessness took root in the hearts of everyone.
Ah Fu was the last to arrive, and ran back from the outside, sweating profusely.
"Afu, why did you go?"
Link looked at Ah Fu's panting appearance and asked curiously.
"I'm practicing driving at the entrance of the alley. Didn't the boss tell me to practice driving well last night?"
Link crossed his hands on his chest and half sat on the dining table: "Wipe off the sweat first, and then take out the things in the backpack."
The little brother Licking Dog hurriedly handed over the tissue, and Ah Fu briefly wiped the sweat on his forehead and removed the reinforced backpack from his body.
"Boss, is it right here?" Ah Fu pointed to the empty concrete floor.
The third child and the thugs looked at each other, confused, not knowing what the elder brother and Brother Fu were talking about.
I don't know what the boss called them together to show them.
A Fu reached into the reinforcement backpack, and soon something in the backpack fell to the ground.
Everyone's eyes were all focused on the black pistol on the ground, and soon someone exclaimed.
"USP1995 classic semi-automatic pistol!"
"Isn't this a pistol?" the surrounding thugs said involuntarily.
"This is not an ordinary semi-automatic pistol, this is a USP1995 classic! If it is placed on the underground black market, this pistol can be sold for 6000 wasteland gangs!"
"What? It's doubled... ten times?" The thug opened his mouth wide and looked at this unremarkable USP pistol. He didn't expect the price to be ten times more expensive than the usual USP!
"Six thousand wasteland gangs are enough for us to pay half a street's protection fee." Many thugs gasped and lit up.
Ah Fu didn't care about that much, no matter how amazed these thugs were, he just took out all the guns in his backpack and fell to the ground according to the boss's wishes.
Fu's reinforced backpack is like a bottomless pit, and the pistol falls out of it.
The exclamation of the gun-savvy thug never stopped.
None of the pistols that Brother Fu took out of his backpack were common goods.
"M2000, P29, M1911..."
"Hey! The collector's edition of the Colt six-shot revolver is priced at 11,000 in the underground black market!"
The thug watched the gun fall to the ground, and his body trembled.
In his opinion, these are all works of art, and it is really distressing to just fall to the ground.
The third child's head is now buzzing blankly, and there are already more than a dozen pistols on the ground, but looking at Ah Fu's posture, not only does it mean that it is not over, but it is even more energetic.
Although the others didn't understand it, they became excited when they saw so many guns being pulled out of their backpacks.
"Your name is Zhang Ming, right?" Link turned over the file, and there was a young man named Zhang Ming, who filled in the specialty of 'knowing guns'.
Zhang Ming, who was called by his name, was a little flustered, and at the same time was overjoyed. He didn't expect the boss to know his name.
"Boss, it's me!"
"Since you feel distressed, then help Ah Fu clean up together."
"Okay!" The bright smile on Zhang Ming's face couldn't be stopped, and being able to touch his beloved big baby with his own hands was simply a trip to fulfill his dream.
Zhang Ming stepped forward hurriedly and placed all the pistols on the ground on the dining table.
Ah Fu took out the last pistol, clapped his hands, and let out a long sigh: "The pistols are all gone!"
Zhang Ming looked at the dozens of pistols on the table, his eyes lit up.
These are simply works of art!
The eyes of the other thugs also radiated light. The boss made so many guns at once. This is a clear sign that he is going to do something!
"Boss, you are..." Before the third child finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ah Fu raising his hand.
"Don't worry, it's still in the bag."
Various miniature submachine guns, single-bore shotguns, and assault rifles.
The weapon that Ah Fu took out from his backpack became more and more powerful, and the shape became more and more exaggerated.
In addition to the original firearms, there are also enhanced versions that have been modified and configured, and there are even several assault rifles. Zhang Ming can't name the model.
When Ah Fu finally came out with his sniper rifle in both hands, Zhang Ming's mouth was so wide that he could squeeze a fist into it.
The third child and other thugs behind him have gradually turned their eyes into sand sculptures, their eyes are dull, and their brains are completely shut down.
In addition to the firearms on the table, the capacity of Ah Fu's backpack made them feel unreal.
"This, this is the butcher dismemberment..."
Zhang Ming trembled and said the name of the sniper rifle.
"Eight times optical sniper scopes, specially customized extended silencers, specially modified lengths and detachable module settings, hand-stitched rhino leather stock, customized high-energy armor-piercing bullets... This gun is completely customized."
"How much is this gun?" Afu asked curiously.
Zhang Ming shook his head solemnly and said: "The ordinary version of the underground black market is also priced at 60,000 to 80,000 wasteland coins. This is completely customized, and the price will only be higher! If the price is 100,000, I am afraid The underground black market is going crazy!"
hiss!
Except for Link, everyone in the audience took a deep breath.
A 100,000 gun, what is the concept?
Looking at the firearms piled up on the dining table, it looks like a small arsenal.
Most of the guns in the hands of the thugs were bought from second-hand stores in the underground black market.
The price of a new gun usually fluctuates between seven or eight hundred, and a simple second-hand pistol can cost three or four hundred.
But the cheapest guns on the table in front of them cost two or three thousand waste coins.
The thugs had a sense of rarity in Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot, there is still something I haven't cleaned out."
As Fu said, he took out four more body armors from his backpack.
The bewildered thugs gradually regained their senses, and the fire of revenge ignited in their eyes.
Fuck, take this gun.
They even had the guts to go straight out and confront the other three gangs!
"Now, move these guns to the room inside, and that room will be the arsenal of our Jack gang in the future."
This time, there is no need to specify an arrangement.
One by one, the thugs acted as if they were stimulants, and they took the initiative to help, moving all the firearms and equipment into the room.
The third child on the side, looking at the confident boss with a slightly upturned mouth, couldn't help but sigh: boss, how many surprises and cards do you have!
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