One hour later.

Every arms dealer present received a letter with the private seal of the "Gun King". That was the market share of the arms market for the next year that they would get from the "Gun King".

Looking at the content of the letter in their hands, many people laughed. Their torrent of money was on this piece of paper. Of course, many people were "floating" around the data on the letter.

"Everyone. This year's "Gun King" annual meeting has reached its last stage. It's late at night. I guess you're hungry. Please go to the hall to start the exchange and party." Butler Mar En led a large number of maids and walked out of the corridor with a smile.

"Haha. The most exciting time has come."

"Well. I remember this time last year, Husanna from India brought a young man from Ahsan. He relied on Ahsura to pick up the four major arms dealers in Southeast Asia. He won nearly 40% of the arms market share in the Southeast Asian market alone."

"Husanna is there." A man pointed to the Indian who was talking to the butler Maren. Three people stood beside Huusanna: one woman and two men.

One of the two men is the low and coldest young man. That is the mighty Agashura who showed off at the "Gun King" annual meeting last year. The other man and the other woman are also master bodyguards brought by Husanna.

With the famous arms merchants from five continents pouring into the hall, this is the most exciting part of the entire annual meeting.

Many people will use their market share in the next time to make equivalent bets with others' hands. The process of equivalent bets is provocation or fighting competition.

Ye Piaoling and Bai Lu waited until everyone had almost left before slowly walking towards the hall.

"Young Master, look at them all looking very happy. Is there anything good?" Bai Lu said gently and obediently, holding Ye Piaoling's arm in one hand.

"Yes. I guessed it." Ye Piaoling said with a smile: "Think about it. When the market share in others becomes part of you, are you very happy?"

"That's for sure," Bai Lu said: "The global market is so big. It's amazing if it's 1% of the market share of a country."

"I heard that an Indian brought a subordinate last year. He relied on that outstanding subordinate to win 40% of the market share in Southeast Asia." Ye Piaoling said as he walked. They soon arrived at the hall. At this time, this place had become a place for a cocktail party.

"40%." Bai Lu was a little surprised. The value of 40% is amazing. An Indian controls nearly half of the arms trading volume in a country and region. It cannot be underestimated.

"Bai Lulu. Look, it's the Indian San." At this time, Ye Piaoling pointed to an Indian man surrounded by several arms dealers and said. The three master bodyguards were still standing beside the Indian arms dealer.

"Agashura, who is standing on his right hand, is now working in a mercenary group. He is the master who won 40% of the Southeast Asian arms market for Husanna last year." Ye Piaoling looked at the cold young man and said.

"Young Master. He is worth a fight." Looking at the cold young man in the distance, Bai Lu's eyes gradually changed from gentleness to coldness. This body seemed to have turned into ice.

Feeling the changes of Bai Lu, Ye Piaoling thought to himself: No matter how awesome the fighting spirit in the past, Bai Lu would not be full of provocative desire as he is now. Could this be the result of the evolution after injecting the 'gene potential' reagent?

I quickly touched Bai Lu's hand pulse and simply checked that everything was normal.

"Young master, don't worry. I'm normal." It seemed that I knew what Ye Piaoling was thinking. Bai Lu turned around and said coldly and gentlely.

Suddenly, the cold young man Agashura, who was standing on Husanna's right, suddenly raised his head and glanced around him. Following the provocation Bai Lu made to him, he quickly found the target.

Looking at the petite Bai Lu, Agashura's pupils tightened and almost narrowed into a line.

"What's wrong?" Husanna, who was talking to other arms dealers, also noticed Agashura's emotional changes at this time. He also followed Agashura's sight and found Ye Piaoling and Bai Lu in the distance.

"They are..." Looking at Bai Lu and Ye Piaoling with a black scarf on his face, Hu Sanna felt a little confused.

When he saw Ye Piaoling looking at him, he looked like a hunter smiling with joy when he saw prey. For some reason, Husanna felt a chill in his heart.

"These two seem to be very good... They are all from the Plum Blossom Mercenary Group." An arms dealer coming from South America next to him whispered.

Anyone who has experienced the "White War" in the turmoil in South America will never forget the term "Plum Blossom Mercenary Group".

"Is it the plum mercenary group that defeated the five parties of the 'White Paradise' and helped the Raggs family lay a solid foundation for hegemony?" Husanna murmured in a low voice.

...........

An extremely lively party hall.

Crazy. Crazy.

With the sound of the glass of wine being crushed vigorously, the guests who were still in the center of the hall immediately evacuated around and left the area within a radius of more than ten meters in the center of the hall.

They seemed to be very skillful and tacit in doing this move.

"Young Master, what's going on?" Bai Lu, who was slowly tasting the Wang family's fine wine, raised her head and looked at the large space vacant in the center of the hall and asked curiously.

"The most exciting part of this year's annual meeting is about to begin." Ye Piaoling looked at the arms dealers who kept looking at others, and said.

"Really." Bai Lu's eyes lit up after hearing this, and several beautiful brilliance flashed on her face.

Bai Lu had already revealed her meaning to Ye Piaoling: She was going out to challenge.

Ten minutes later, when two arms dealers from different regions stood together and provoked each other, Ye Piaoling said to Bai Lu: "The show is about to begin."

"Young master, I want to go and have fun." Bai Lu said so.

"Okay." Bai Lu showed her intention to challenge the outside world very early. Ye Piaoling quickly agreed to her.

"Remember. Don't play too much." Ye Piaoling said with a smile. However, there was no big stop in his smile.

He just didn't want the master here to be too difficult to do.

At this time, four arms dealers had already set up a challenge. They all bet.

Ye Piaoling and Bai Lu walked to one of the people.

The two arms dealers who participated in the bet were warlords in Africa and the other was international arms dealers who specialized in the European market.

"Looking at the way the slum farmer Lev is determined to win. It seems that he is very confident in the subordinates he brought this time." The people on the side were watching and talking.

Pannon Lev was the arms dealer from the African warlords. The men he brought were a strong black warrior. Although the arms dealer who worked in the European market was not weak and his strength was also strong. However, he did not dare to confront him head-on under the attack of the black soldier like a meat grinder.

"Narand is out of sight this time. Pannin Lev hides his killer weapon. This time, 4% of the African market will fall into Pannin Lev's hands." An arms dealer with unique vision combined the strength of the challenger to give such an evaluation.

"Well. At first I thought Naland would win a lot of market share from Pannin Lev as before. But now Pannin Lev's people have controlled the situation. Naland has made a success or a failure."

"Yeah. I didn't expect that the 4% share of the African market in Naland's hands would be so easy to get by Lev, a slum." Everyone sighed.

More than thirty seconds later, the subordinate of the European international arms dealer Naland was placed in the hands of the African arms dealer Lev.

The master who was defeated by the strong black soldiers was quickly carried down to be treated.

Looking at Nalander, who was about to leave in anger, the pannin Lev said proudly like a victorious African lion: "Narer, you lose now. Why don't you give me the 4% share of the African market? You should know that you used to take away my market share from me very readily."

"Hmph." Naland turned his head and snorted coldly, saying embarrassingly, "Give it to you."

With a raised hand, the envelope containing 4% of the African market share was thrown to the ground. Naland, who was angry and embarrassed, pushed away the onlookers and left in anger.

Originally, Naland had 10% of the African market share. Now, 4% won by Lev, the 4% left is only 6%.

This year, Nalander had already gained a small market share of arms from the Gun King. He wanted to win some of them from others, but he didn't expect that he was plotted by the slum farmer Lev and lost 4% of his hands.

"Who wants to make a bet?" After the victory, Lev, the shangyuan, grew confidence and shouted loudly, and challenged everywhere.

At this time, everyone standing around the shangnin Lev looked at each other and observed each other. However, they looked at the steel and mechanical subordinates brought by the shangnin Lev and then pinched the weight of the people they brought. Finally, they shook their heads.

Many people around him are keen on betting and it is easy to find equal opponents. However, it is not worth fighting with a powerful steel machinery such as Lev, a shangnin.

They are all shrewd people. They are not as confident as Naland. Of course, they will not be able to go to the tricks of the siding renminbi Lev.

"I have 8% of the African market share. Who would like to take a gamble?" It seems that Lev, a shangnin, is very confident. He believes that he can win a lot of market share.

Five people answered even after several calls.

"Nigga. I'll play with you." At this time, Ye Piaoling walked out.

"Who are you? You are going to bet." Lev, the siding farmer, looked at Ye Piaoling with a black scarf on his face and said curiously.

He doesn't know who Ye Piaoling is.

"How much market share do you have? I bet on 8% of the African market share." Sengren Lev reiterated the bet value of the next market.

"Isn't it just 8%? It's too little." Ye Piaoling frowned and said. "We should just bet bigger."
Chapter completed!