"How much the hell did you actually earn?"
After Joe Ga finalized the 'memorandum' with the American Delegation, he handed out ten thousand dollars in chips to each of them, inviting them to stay and play a little, and then he found a room to call Aaron...
On the phone, Aaron's tone was lazy, "Hu Lang, what are you talking about?"
Joe Ga was momentarily speechless, then irritably said, "How much money did you actually make from the arms business over in Aqionghan?
Split it with me, or else I'll lock it down and won't let you ship it. Worst case, I'll buy it all myself. Anyway, those people aren't asking for a high price."
Aaron, upon hearing this, cursed angrily, "Are you insane? What's wrong with me making some money?
Do you really think that junk from Aqionghan is that valuable?
You think all of the Pentagon's bad debts are in Aqionghan?
I don't care, you help me manage those high-value weapons and ammunition well—helicopters, rocket launchers, tanks, armored vehicles...
