Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 51 The People's Artist with Superb Acting Skills
The girl smiled.

"Old man, that's not how you do things. In this way, you are at ease, but I am not at ease."

The eyes under her mask stared at him.

Smile but not laugh.

The old man frowned.

"did you mean?"

"The meaning is obvious. We pay the money and deliver the goods. Only when I get the goods, these labor costs are yours."

"But I don't have any goods on hand now, not to mention such sensitive high-tech weapons, even if it is an ordinary arms business, it can't be turned around without two or three months of preparation."

The old man's frown deepened.

"Then I can't give it to you now. Night Changmeng has many dreams. Who knows if I give it to you now, you will be ignorant and not do anything."

"Do you not believe in the credibility of our Guzman family?"

The old man has deep eyes.

His face became a little ugly.

The girl sneered.

"I don't trust anyone, especially people who are not in my hands."

"Friends on the road do business, they pay attention to the size of their fists and cost-effectiveness. If you really took my money, how can I still set off two big forces for this money? From your Guzman family lair Did you find it out?"

The girl said without any concealment.

"Besides, the reputation of your Guzman family in the outside world has nothing to do with your personal behavior, does it?"

Her eyes were sharp and she didn't budge an inch.

Then under the gaze of the other party's wide-eyed eyes.

She lifted the old man's hand easily.

The slender white fingers withdrew the check little by little.

I could see his muscles twitching, causing a burst of pain.

It was like watching her slowly cut her own flesh with a blunt knife.

Seeing that she was about to take the check back into her pocket.

The old man finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Gritting his teeth, "Then what do you want?"

"I need to protect my rights," the girl said lightly.

"How do you want to guarantee it?" The old man looked at her.

The girl looked around, pointing at the electronic cannons of those unmanned rocket launchers.

"Then mortgage these things to me first."

"No." The old man refused bluntly, and said with a serious expression, "These are heavy weapons with high firepower, and our group's internal management is also very strict. If you want to use them, you need the approval of all 11 members of the Supreme Committee, and there are The leader's stamp of approval will do."

"Is that so..."

Mo Yu voiced regret, glanced at the sniper rifles, and then looked away.

There was a clear look of disgust in his eyes, and he said in a worried tone, "This is going to be difficult..."

Seeing that she was about to give up, the old man glanced at the white man, who immediately understood.

Walked up to her and said.

"Miss Morika is not as good as this. Weapons like Gatling and anti-aircraft machine guns are low-fire weapons here and are not controlled by the Supreme Committee. Our committee members can make decisions by themselves."

"Why don't we use these weapons as collateral..."

"What do I want a bunch of junk for?"

Mo Yu said angrily.

The man laughed and said, "Of course, of course, these things are rags to Miss Morika. But they are all sought-after items that can't be bought outside."

"To show our sincerity, we can mortgage you one billion worth of weapons and equipment. In this way, you won't be afraid of us breaking our promise."

"Is that so..."

Mo Yu's voice was hesitant, as if he was a bit embarrassed.

See her relaxed attitude.

The man and the old man looked at each other.

make persistent efforts.

　Ask for a monthly pass, recommend a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)