The Secret to Picking Up Girls

Hearing Zhang Yuze's words, Aleksey's expression immediately relaxed, and he burst out laughing.

“Mr. Zhang Yuze, I am very happy to welcome you from afar. Come, drink some of our special black tea.” Aleksey said to Zhang Yuze with a smile.

Zhang Yuze knew that Russians also liked to drink tea, and they also added some honey or jam to it, but Zhang Yuze took a sip and didn't drink any more. Zhang Yuze really couldn't compliment that taste. How could these Western devils know the breadth and depth of Eastern tea culture!

Seeing Zhang Yuze like this, Aleksey didn't say anything, just smiled slightly. After they both relaxed, they began to talk business.

“I don’t have many Bison submachine guns on hand right now, but there are still 2,000. If you take them all, I can give you a discount.” Aleksey said, looking at Zhang Yuze with a smile.

Zhang Yuze pondered for a moment, feeling that since he was going to expand his team anyway, taking all these guns would save him trouble in the future.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuze nodded and looked at Aleksey and said, “Okay, but in terms of ammunition, I hope there will be at least 20 million.”

Zhang Yuze thought for a while: submachine guns consume bullets very quickly. If there are not enough bullets, this submachine gun is not as practical as a fire stick.

Aleksey was very straightforward and said to Zhang Yuze: “I have already given you a 30% discount on the price, $5 million, a one-time price.”

“These things are just a part of my supply. Your stuff is in front.” Aleksey said to Zhang Yuze with a smile.

Zhang Yuze nodded upon hearing this. Aleksey led Zhang Yuze into a room filled with wooden boxes stacked in rows and piles. Needless to say, these were what Zhang Yuze wanted.

As a buyer, Zhang Yuze of course had to inspect the goods. He took out a Bison submachine gun from a wooden box and tried it out, feeling that the performance was not bad.

“Do you want to try it out? There is a shooting range outside!” Aleksey saw Zhang Yuze's excited appearance and couldn't help but smile at him.

Zhang Yuze really felt a little itchy when he saw the new gun at this time. He nodded immediately after hearing Aleksey's suggestion, and then the two walked together towards the shooting range outside.

On a table, several younger brothers brought a few pistols and placed them in front of the two. Among these weapons were also domestically produced Type 92 pistols, but Zhang Yuze ultimately picked up the Bison submachine gun.

Looking at Zhang Yuze's seemingly professional gun-holding posture, a hint of surprise appeared in Aleksey's eyes.