"Mickey, is your dad at home? I have something to ask him for." Frank said to Mickey.

"Do you have something to do with my dad?" Mickey frowned.

"Some adult matters..."

When Frank entered the house, he saw a reckless man in a sweatshirt and shorts sitting on the sofa watching TV. He had tattoos everywhere and looked fierce. He looked like a good person. He was the kind of fierce person who stood in front of you and didn't dare to look at him. He was blocked by the police on the road to check his ID card.

"Hmm? Frank? Are you still alive?" Old Milkowich was stunned when he saw Frank.

"Of course I'm alive." Frank was also surprised when he heard this. Anyone who saw him reacted like this.

"What are you doing in my house?" Old Millkowich was surprised, but didn't care. He and Frank were not friends either. They just met and drank with each other and asked.

"Try this for you to discuss business," Frank said, taking out a small bag from his pocket with samples.

"Good goods." Old Milkowicz was aware of the goods. He took the sample and took a look and then realized that this was a high-end goods.

"You have the goods on your hands. If they are of this quality, I will collect them all." Old Milkowic said, taking out the samples and planning to inspect the goods.

"You eat it alone," Frank said.

"I can't eat it? How many goods do you have...Fak! It's so strong!" Old Milkowic put a piece of sample on the table, picked up the knife beside it, smashed it into powder with the handle of the knife, picked up a little with the tip of the knife, sucked it hard, and jumped up from the sofa.

"I haven't sucked such a powerful product, good things, it's so good. Where did you get it?" Old Milkowicz was very excited under the influence of medicine.

"Don't worry about this, I have a lot of goods on my hands, all of which are of this quality," Frank said.

"Tell me, I will collect all the amount." Old Milkowic asked while calming down, sitting on the sofa.

"I said, you can't eat it, so you'd better contact more people." Frank said.

"How many ounces?" asked Old Milkowic.

"Twelve pounds!" Frank said.

"Twelve...how many!?" Old Milkowic's eyes widened.

"Twelve pounds, can you eat it?" Frank asked.

"Watfak...where did you come from so many goods? Are you working for others now?" asked Old Millkowich.

Twelve pounds are not a small amount, they are already at the level of D-owl. Even ordinary D-owls can't produce so many goods.

Old Milkowich knew what kind of person "Frank" was. How could he have so many goods? It must be someone else's, and he helped takeout.

"So, I said you can't eat it. We are friends, so I came to you. You have tried the quality of the goods. All twelve pounds are of this quality. You can find someone to share it." Frank did not explain where the goods came from.

"How much?" asked Old Milkowic.

"One pound and sixty thousand!" Frank lion spoke up.

"No, too much." Old Milkowicz said immediately.

"Where is more? Let's talk about it at that time. You can call the person first, let's make an appointment to chat in detail, bring all the money with you, and hand over the money and deliver the goods in the same way." Frank said.

"It's noon today." Old Milkowic said with a little lifted up with the tip of the knife and sucked it.

"I'll find a place and call you when the time comes. This is the sample, you can let them all taste it." Frank left about an ounce of the sample and left.

In New Mexico, Frank and others had no way to get the goods. As soon as they returned to Chicago, they found the channel directly. After a few simple conversations, they discussed the business well. This is the benefit of local snakes.

Although Frank and Old Milkowich are not friends, they have known each other for decades. They met each other when they were not even children and drank in the bar together.

Both of them are well-know people, so there is no need to worry about the police undercover problem. After all, the most important thing in this kind of business is trust. The film and television dramas that pay D are all tested by each other because of trust.

After solving the problem of trust, the rest is simple, just like doing ordinary business, discussing how the goods are, how much they cost, etc.

The reason why Frank came to find Old Milkowicz was because he knew many people, and he was a member of all kinds of religions.

Frank brought too many goods, and ordinary D-owls couldn't eat them.

D-owls are always poor. This business is a huge profitable industry. How could it be that there is not even hundreds of thousands?

But this game should be like doing business. No one has so much cash or working capital on hand.

So, Frank came to find Old Milkowic and asked him to take the lead in contacting people so that he could take the goods at one time.

Old Milkowic is a man of great power. He can do any business, assassination, smuggling, destroying corpses, forging absenteeism, causing trouble in prison, etc.

In this slum in the South District, all the bad guys are basically related, especially for the Milkowicz family. With the old Milkowicz leading the guarantee, there is no need to worry about the problem of being a bad guy.

‘Dongdongdongdongdong…’ Frank returned to the hotel and knocked on the door, but after waiting for a long time, the door did not open.

"The room number is right, nothing will happen." Frank looked at the room number again and frowned.

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong!!’ Frank knocked hard for a few more times before the door opened.

"Damn, what are you doing? Don't use this to deal with me!" As soon as the door opened and saw the situation inside, Frank took a sudden step back and hid to the side and said.

In the room, Pinkman was holding a pistol in both hands and aimed at the door. Frank walked into the room, and the gun almost stood on his forehead.

Pinkman was originally a little gangster with little knowledge. Although he had exercised his courage when dealing with two corpses, he still couldn't.

He was alone in the room, guarding the goods worth hundreds of thousands, and was under great pressure, both afraid of the police and others robbing them.

When someone passed by the door, Pinkman was nervous, his heart was about to jump out of his throat, and he was shaking his feet subconsciously and clenching his pistol with both hands.

The pistol was left by Frank. When he was in New Mexico, Frank took Pinkman to practice guns. After all, he couldn't even open a gun in this business, which would be a bit outrageous.

So, Frank left a gun and if something unexpected happened, Pinkmann would protect himself.

When Frank just knocked on the door, Pinkmann was nervous and tense, and stood up in a panic with a gun, rubbing towards the door little by little, so he didn't open the door for a long time.

When Frank knocked hard for the second time, Pinkman trembled all over, subconsciously raised his gun and pointed it at the door, and then opened the door.

Frank saw Pinkman's hand trembling with the gun, and was afraid that he would break him by fire, so he quickly snatched the gun.

When Pinkman saw Frank, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved back in his stomach.
Chapter completed!