Chapter 547 The Power of a Bullet Fired at the Age of Ten or Thirty Is the Same

Winston contempt, "You say anything now. Anyway, some people have helped you to clean up those hidden dangers for free for the Hammer's business and wealth."

"Haha, don't I have to thank those guys?" William laughed, "Unfortunately, the time is wrong now, otherwise I have to ask them to ask for the benefits. Is it so easy to take over Hammer Group? "

Winston glanced at William who wanted to make money, and said with a moment of silence, "The bullets from the ten -year -old child are the same as a 30 -year -old adult, William, I hope you will come in the future Will not regret it because of some kindness that should not be. "

"Who knows?" He shrugged, but he wanted to kill him directly, but some great gods were not allowed.

Maybe he had just started here, and was immediately lay down by some described existence.

I don't want to discuss these William anymore. I asked Winston to know that Winston knew that an Indian female weapon businessman. According to memory, Mr. X will go to the woman to ask the warhead's clues.

"Indian female weapon dealers?" Winston said only a few seconds, "You should be Silma, she is an agent of hand -made firearms and ammunition production and sale.

Many people who have higher demand for firearms will find her to order. They have a special use of Uzcin to create firearm patterns. If you are interested, you can also find Silma to try it. "

After saying that Winston took out the pistol from the armpits and handed it to William, "This gun was ordered by her. The only problem was that all steel pistols would be a bit heavy for some people."

It doesn't matter if you don't take it seriously.

"She is probably not long. The goal I am looking for is likely that Ms. Silma."

"Okay", Winston frowned, and then didn't care to put away the gun.

But it doesn't matter. She is just an agent. If you hang it, you will hang it. If you like it, I will instruct people to help you find a manual master to order. "

"Forget it, you give me the other party's phone. I may order a lot. If you can, I plan to bring each pistol and bring it back to Oxford to collect it."

One by each one? Winston couldn't help but turn his eyes, "Then don't think about it, they can't make 20 pistols in Uz steel a year, how can it make you round."

As soon as I heard that the output was so small, William was not interested in waiting, "That's it."

After talking about what the cannon fodder was to do, and the session, William came out of the mainland hotel and drove to Wesley by the Sunday's prompts.

If you want to accept Wesley as your men, of course, you have to contact them before Sloan.

Stop the car, ordered a cup of American coffee at a lounge coffee shop on the street, enjoying the afterglow of the sun while drinking. It was almost six o'clock for half an hour.

Sunday suddenly reported, "Sir, I suggest you go to dinner first, and see the situation, Mr. Wesley Gibbes should work overtime."

"Seeing ghosts", William scolded depressed, and then ordered Sunday, "Place orders for Wesley's company and let him come to see me immediately."

"Understand, Sir, but it is recommended that you think about what to buy, lest Mr. Wesli Gibbs be troubled by his boss tomorrow."

"God, will he be troubled?" He can't help but turn his eyes. "And he can't stay in that company for a few days. Finally, see if anyone follows him, I am now Can't be exposed. "

"Understand, SIR".

In this way, Wesley, who was working overtime, suddenly saw the fat -looking boss Jennie walk quickly to his own desk,

"Out of task, Wesley."

"What?" Wesley looked at Jenny unexpectedly.

"God, are you deaf? Out mission, some customers want to see you."

Jenny stared at his eyes and shouted with a stinky face, "Hurry up, waste, if you mess up this order, I promise that the boss will drive you away."

"But I am not a sales or promoter, and I have never dealt with the customer at all." Wesley hesitated.

Seeing Wesley didn't want to go, Jenny roared immediately, "Seeing ghosts, if not the customer pays a deposit of 10,000 US dollars, and then name it to see you, do you think I will give you this good thing? Hurry up, idiot"

"Ding Ding Ding, Ding Ding Ding", a telephone ringing sounded from the landline of Wesley's desk.

"Hey, hey, hello, this is XX company, what can you serve for you?"

"Wesley-Gibbes?"

"Yes, yes, sir, I am Wesley Gibbes."

"You have 15 minutes to rush to the Italian restaurant on XX Street. You can get your car with your car and arrive at your company's main entrance for 3 minutes. Don't be late. Finally, please wear a formal dress, thank you."

"Click" and the phone hanging into some of the fascinated Wesley's ears.

"The Italian restaurant outside the two streets?" Wesley stared at the plane with a lot of eyes, and didn't understand who would find himself to the Michelin Samsung Restaurant to talk about his business.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

On the one hand, Jenny looked at Wesley jealous. She had gone her teeth once in that restaurant, and it took only $ 400 to order the most common set meal.

Now someone actually invited Wesley to a free meal, which made Jenny a little crazy, "Hurry up, idiot, didn't you hear the customer say that he was not allowed to be late? Idiot."

"Oh, oh, oh" Wesley nodded hurriedly, and suddenly he was looking forward to meeting the unknown customer.

He stood up, grabbed his suit and ran out, and hurriedly got into the taxi that came to pick him up. When he arrived at the destination, he got off the car and saw an Italian restaurant that looked very inconspicuous.

After tidying up his appearance, Wesley walked up the steps of the restaurant a little nervously.

He looked at a neatly dressed middle-aged man, and the other party smiled and asked, "Mr. Wesley Gibbs?"

"Yes, yes, sir, I am Wesley Gibbs."

"I am Vincent Tangwen, the lobby manager of this restaurant, please follow me, Mr. Gibbs, your table is ready",

Vincent politely extended his hand to Wesley, motioning him to follow him.

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Tangwen".

Wesley, who had never been treated so politely, grabbed his briefcase with both hands and nervously followed Vincent Tangwen to a table by the window.

"Wait a minute," Wesley asked unexpectedly, looking at the empty table, "Sorry, Mr. Tangwen, I came here at the request of a client,

but now it seems that my client has not arrived yet, so, so", Wesley didn't know what to do for a while.

Although it is normal to sit down and wait, he has never dealt with clients before, and he thinks it is better to wait at the restaurant door or waiting area for politeness.