With Gao Han's reaction, how could the other party succeed? It just happened to establish his authority.

Pull out the gun.

Pointing to the other person's head.

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

The others hurriedly called in English.

Some people also screamed in Chinese.

More people pulled their guns.

Good guy, there are so many people carrying guns in the dance hall.

All Brownings.

No wonder Browning's pistol is so famous.

But Yang Yueyi was not afraid and pretended not to see it.

Gao Han had a Bereta pistol in his right hand and a Uz submachine gun in his left hand. He pointed to the left and right sides.

The atmosphere was very tense at one time.

Finally, Simmons waved his hand and everyone slowly lowered their guns.

Gao Han did not withdraw his gun.

Simmons waved: "Here."

Walking through the dance hall, there is a living room inside.

The place is quite large and quiet. The sound insulation is very good. The noise outside cannot be heard.

No outsiders came in. It was obviously a place to talk about confidentiality.

"Good gun. Can you show me?" Simmons looked at the Beletta pistol in Gao Han's hand.

Gao Han was unmoved.

Yang Yue nodded at her. She handed the Bereta pistol to the other party.

Simmons was obviously aware of the goods. He took the pistol and looked at it briefly and knew that it was a fine product. The design is reasonable, the workmanship is exquisite, and the quality is very good.

“Smith Industries?”

"right!"

Yang Yue nodded.

Everything is pushed above Smith Industry.

Anyway, Simmons couldn't investigate and collect evidence. There was no need. He was just a broker.

Sure enough, Simmons quickly returned the Bereta pistol to Gao Han.

"Dear guest, please sit."

"please."

Yang Yue sat down with a big horse golden sword.

Xia Yuzhu sat next to him, and Gao Han stood behind him.

A brief introduction to identity.

According to the information designed before, Yang Yue claimed to be Song Mingde and had just returned from Texas, USA and wanted to explore the domestic market.

"Mr. Song, are your weapons restricted to the buyer's identity?"

“No restrictions.”

"What if the Japanese want to buy it?"

“The price is 30% more expensive.”

"Why?"

"If someone knows that I sell my weapons to the Japanese, I will be scolded to death. The extra charge of 30% is my reputation compensation."

“Very reasonable.”

Simmons no longer struggles with this issue.

The final agreed result was that each submachine gun would cost 60 dollars. If it was purchased by the Japanese, it would cost 80 dollars.

Two extra dollars, give Simmons as a gift.

Simmons was indeed more active.

"Mr. Song, is it okay to barter with things?"

"That depends on what it is. It must be what I am interested in."

"Gold, silver, jewelry, antique calligraphy and painting, are you interested?"

“You can consider antiques…”

"Do you want Yuan blue and white?"

"It must be authentic."

"certainly!"

Simmons answered yes.

Then walk out. Soon after, I come in with a brocade box.

Put it on the table.

Open.

Inside is a beautiful blue porcelain bowl.

Simmons made a request gesture and asked Yang Yue to inspect the goods himself.

Yang Yue nodded his mouth towards Xia Yuzhu.

Xia Yuzhu then stood up and carefully identified.

Not long after, he slowly nodded to Yang Yue.

This is the authentic product.

But not top-quality.

The market price is not expensive, it is just a few thousand dollars.

If you are lucky, you may be more than 10,000 US dollars. But Yang Yue obviously cannot offer such a high price.

The big head is still behind!

Maybe these Yuan blue and white porcelain are samples taken from the Japanese.

The Japanese invaded and looted everywhere, and must have hoarded a lot of valuable things in their hands. Yuan blue and white porcelain is just one of them.

The most precious treasures of Yuan blue and white, the Japanese are definitely reluctant to take them out.

Yang Yue was not in a hurry. Take his time.
Chapter completed!