Chapter 105 How can I support my family with such meager profits?
But that face, placed here, actually makes the wedding dress look even more beautiful.
The long veil hung down from the top of her head, tilting to the side in the direction of the wind.
Fu Yungui seemed to see Huang Momo's silly appearance as she haphazardly pulled at her white veil in the wind, her smile both innocent and alluring.
The man looked at it for a while, but then he inexplicably became irritated.
When will that woman smile at me so sweetly?
He couldn't help but scoff at the thought. His usual obedience to him was entirely involuntary; how could he possibly have a smile for him?
Feeding these heartless and ungrateful stray cats is both lovable and infuriating.
However, it's unclear whether she's gotten up and eaten yet.
Fu Yungui became increasingly agitated, so he casually extinguished his cigarette and threw it away, then reached out and rested his hand on the balcony railing to enjoy the breeze.
"Brother Yun, the people are here."
Anu called to him from behind, but the man seemed not to hear her and did not react, still standing in the same place looking into the distance.
Anu didn't know what was so interesting there. Even before he arrived, he had seen Anu standing there for a long time, staring out the window.
"Brother Yun."
He couldn't help but reach out and push him.
"I know." The man's tone was extremely impatient.
Anu felt a bit confused. She hadn't done anything wrong; she had just called out to him, and it seemed like he had ruined something good for him. Why was he so resentful?
If you want to see this scenery, you can come over after you finish your business. This beach isn't going to grow legs and run away; you can see it anytime.
Yun Ge has been acting really strange lately, like a lovesick little woman.
Fu Yungui pushed open the door to the east-facing reception room and entered. The first thing he saw was a middle-aged man.
He had a straight posture and slender shoulders, making him tall for a Burmese person. He had an unusually smooth face, like a coffee milk pudding, and although it was a bit dark, it didn't look like he was that age.
He was wearing an Arakan-style robe, adorned with vibrant green and magenta checks. This is the informal attire of Burmese people; the Arakan style is the original dress of the Burmese people.
Fu Yungui walked towards him with a smile and extended her hand, "Mr. Bai Jin."
The man's tone was fairly polite.
"The legendary Mr. Fu, who supposedly controls everything, is actually so young?" Bai Jin responded with a smile, extending his hand.
The man curled his lips into a half-joking smile, "You're indeed not very old, but to claim to have absolute power is a bit of an exaggeration, Mr. Parkin."
Birkin smiled and then walked over to the sofa inside and sat down.
Perkin is the younger brother of the current Supreme Judge of Myanmar. Relying on his brother's power and connections, he has been doing quite well in Myanmar. However, he has always been secretly involved in the drug trade, and it's a mystery when he started dealing in weapons.
"Mr. Birkin asked to meet me today. I wonder what brings him here?" the man asked as he sat down opposite him.
“I’ve come all the way from Myanmar to get here today, so there must be something important to tell me,” Birkin said vaguely, giving the impression that he was deliberately trying to keep his thoughts a secret.
Unfortunately, he used the wrong approach on the wrong person; the man in front of him hated being kept in suspense.
"Let's get straight to the point."
The man didn't want to waste time talking to him, and he had no patience or time to listen to his rambling.
"I'm not here for myself, but on behalf of others. It's just that he's not suitable to come forward."
Birkin smiled and said, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were very obvious on his dark face, making him seem very shrewd.
Fu Yungui smiled faintly, "Is he your older brother?"
Parkin smiled without saying a word, then paused for a moment before saying, "Mr. Fu is indeed clever."
The man scoffed. Even a fool could guess the answer to that question; there was no need to pretend to be mysterious for so long.
"What weapon does he want?" the man asked again.
"Anything will do, either an AK47 assault rifle or a Type 77 pistol."
That's all?
Birkin nodded.
He immediately lost interest.
It's all worthless junk, why bother coming all this way to talk about it?
If he had known about this deal earlier, he wouldn't have been interested even if it were negotiated right at Thailand's doorstep. He would have preferred to spend that time teasing Huang Momo, at least he could have some fun.
"Mr. Birkin, are you sure you're not joking with me?" the man asked patiently, with a slight smile.
Birkin shook his head. "I flew all the way from Myanmar, how could I possibly come here to joke with you?"
The man laughed and leaned back on the sofa. "It sounds like a joke to me."
"How can I support my family with such a small profit?"
"Even buying my wife some sexy lingerie is a struggle."
Birkin smiled and went along with him, saying, "Mr. Fu isn't married yet, so he has enough to buy for his mistress."
The man could tell he'd been investigated, but he pretended not to know and continued to smile, "Even lovers come in different classes. This amount of money might be enough for Mr. Parkin's lover, but for my sister, it's far from enough."
"After all, these sexy lingerie are like my weapons; you get what you pay for. If the price is too low, the style won't look good, and you won't feel anything during sex," the man added.
Birkin certainly understood his sarcasm, but he didn't care. He had long heard that the man was rather arrogant, and he could understand it.
After all, those who can build a large business are rarely pushovers who can be easily exploited.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, and then looked at the young man opposite him.
"For those who fight wars, the more weapons the better, and the more powerful the better, but where do these weapons come from, and how do we obtain them? That's also a problem," Birkin said with a sigh.
"To be honest, I'd also like the latest B-21 bomber, but I'd have to be able to afford it."
Birkin frowned, practically screaming that he was broke.
The man gave a half-smile, "This is the first time I've ever heard of someone asking me for money because they don't have any. How funny."
“To be honest, it’s not that we don’t have the money, it’s just that we don’t have the money to pay the deposit.” Birkin said directly, “We will definitely pay for the weapons on time, but it would be even better if you could compromise on the deposit and agree to pay upon delivery.”
Fu Yungui looked at him as if he had heard a joke. Buying those few broken guns and having to pay upon delivery? "Bai Jin, are you here to talk business?"
Upon hearing the man's cold voice, Sawa, who was standing next to him, immediately reached for his gun.
As a result, the people behind Birkin saw what was happening on the other side and immediately became alert as well.
Birkin gestured for them to leave, then looked at him with a smile, "Don't get excited, I'm really here to talk business."
The man raised an eyebrow. "So you're just trying to fool blind people?" Anyway, normal people can't tell the difference.
Birkin laughed as he listened, then straightened his voice and said, "Mr. Fu, I was just joking. This time, our shipment consists of two Raider bombers, ten vehicle-mounted anti-tank missiles, and the rest of the guns are what I just mentioned."
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