Wenhua stood up: "Okay, this is my number, remember to contact me."
After putting down a note, Wenhua turned and left.
Feng Sanpao also hurried out.
There is a bank in the town, and the authenticity can be determined in less than half an hour.
The check is genuine.
Back at the dry cleaners, Feng Sanpao was inexplicably excited.
The waiter came in, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked, "Are they really going to buy so many weapons?"
"The money has been transferred to the boss. He takes it very seriously and is actively preparing the goods. Oh, and the day after tomorrow evening, come with me to the dock to pick up the goods."
Feng Sanpao walked back and forth, appearing very excited.
He has been in this town for some years.
But there are not many customers who are willing to purchase arms and ammunition on such a large scale.
If the boss is happy, then he will naturally benefit.
The clerk frowned and said, "We can have them go to the dock with us. We can complete the unloading and handover at the same time. I also want to see where they got so many people."
Feng Sanpao nodded. "I'm curious too. I heard a lot of Boss Hu's brothers died or dispersed. They'd be lucky to have a few dozen men at most. But this unit is supposed to be staffed with 200 men. Where did they find so many people?"
"In fact, no matter how many there are, they are not as many as the Golden Dragon Gang. They have tanks and cannons. It's nothing but a pipe dream and impossible to want revenge," said the guy.
Feng Sanpao laughed and said, "That's their business. We collect money and sell weapons to them. Whether they fight to the death or not, it has nothing to do with us. I wish they would fight and kill every day so that we can make money."
The guy also laughed: "It seems that the town is no longer peaceful."
(End of this chapter)
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