Will the North doubt your determination to cooperate with him?
I have no doubt that if the foreigners offered a higher price, you, Gao Ren, would also not hesitate to rip them off!
After a moment of silence, Gao Ren spoke.
"Can you get in touch with the Western military?"
Fang Jiexia shook her head and said,
"I definitely can't get in touch with him, but Mr. Huo certainly can!"
Upon hearing this, Gao Ren immediately spoke up.
"After you've dealt with the Jiang brothers, you'll go and inherit the position of head of the Fang family!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Jiexia knew that Gao Ren had already dealt with her uncles...
He nodded immediately, and for the first time today, he spoke to Gao Ren with a serious expression.
Thanks!
Gao Ren pinched her fair and tender cheek and said,
"We've already said we're family, so let's not talk like that..."
Just as Gao Ren was contacting Huo Jianguo, on the other side, inside the foreign military camp,
Handsome Kun, who had been brought here at gunpoint by the foreigners, looked at Big D and Crow, who were equally dejected inside the house.
The three exchanged a glance, already guessing why they had been arrested, and immediately said in unison,
"Grass!"
"Another day of taking a bullet for Kirito!"
"Handsome Kun, you've really killed me this time!"
"Damn it, if you hadn't dragged me into this, would I have been forced to come here by those foreigners with guns at my fingertips!"
Seeing that Big D had brought up the old issue again, Handsome Kun wasn't going to tolerate it this time and directly retorted.
"Grass!"
"Why didn't you say that when you were counting money last night?!"
"Just from yesterday's market revenue, you made a fucking million-dollar profit!"
“Give me the money, and I’ll tell Guiliren right now that you want to withdraw,”
"And I guarantee that Guiliren won't lay a hand on you!"
Big D just grumbled a few words because he was annoyed.
You want him to really withdraw from his cooperation with Gao Ren... damn it!
Unless he's lost his mind,
Counterfeit cigarettes, counterfeit alcohol, and a monopolized farmers' market... these three things combined generate at least two million in net profit every day.
"Depend on!"
"Can't I even complain a little?!"
Meanwhile, in the office, Allen put down the phone, a faint smile playing on his lips...
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