Mei Man Knives

Chapter 48 Are You Rich?
to join you guys?

Stop joking!

Zhang Jun laughed out loud. "Hahaha……"

Seeing Zhang Jun's wanton laugh, Phil Coulson was slightly angry.

"what's so funny?"

Zhang Jun stopped laughing and said.

"Dude, the starting price of my entrustment is now millions of dollars, and it will be hundreds of millions of dollars a year. Can your S.H.I.E.L.D. give me such a high salary?"

Phil Coulson yelled. "But joining our department, the salary can't give you that high, but we can compensate you in other places. Honor, responsibility, equipment, and home! Our S.H.I.E.L.D. unites and helps each other. It can give you a sense of belonging at home! "

Family?
Zhang Jun glanced at Phil Coulson.

Don't say that you SHIELD can't pay such a high salary.

I still can't see Nick Fury's one-eyed dragon.

Not to mention that SHIELD has been infiltrated and controlled by Hydra, which is a big pit.

How could I jump in.

Zhang Jun took out a business card from the counter, held it between his index and middle fingers, and handed it to Phil Coulson.

"Dude, don't talk about joining your department. If you have troubles to solve in the future, call me. As long as you have enough money, God, I can help you get rid of him!"

Hearing Zhang Jun say that as long as the money is enough, God can kill such arrogant words, Phil Coulson was almost swallowed.

Phil Coulson took the business card handed over by Zhang Jun and put it in his pocket without even looking at it. "I think I have understood your attitude, Mr. Zhang! Let me go!"

For this kind, it is not to solve the trouble, but to give the task.The guy who still wants to find out about himself.

Zhang Jun has no good attitude.

"No delivery!"

Phil Coulson walked out of the bar and got into Zhang Jun's old Corvette C1 convertible sports car, his eyes lit up.

If you don't look carefully, his antique sports car is a bit like his own Laura.

Still, his own Laura was better.

Phil Coulson thought about it proudly, and drove back to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

The director's office on the top floor of the Trident Building, SHIELD headquarters.

Wearing a black trench coat, the bald-headed one-eyed Nick Fury leaned back against a chair, holding a business card in his right hand.

Standing in front of him, Phil Coulson told the story of meeting Zhang Jun.

Nick Fury said blankly. "You mean that guy doesn't want to talk about himself, and he's not interested in our solicitation?"

Cole Coulson nodded. "Yes. He is only interested in money. At least that's what he showed. By the way, he just bought a villa and 3 luxury cars last month!"

Nick Fury put down his business card, and he looked at his confidant, Phil Coulson.

"Have you found out about him?"

Phil Coulson shook his head.

"No. His Chinese information is all routine information, which is useless at all. All we can learn is that he came to the United States alone two years ago, started as an unknown mercenary, and has hundreds of missions, large and small. , without a single miss. Since successfully rescuing Stark, he has received a sky-high reward of [-] million U.S. dollars. Now he is the number one mercenary in North America!"

Nick Fury heard, he stood up, stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out.

"For this man. What do you think?"

Phil Coulson pondered for a moment and said cautiously. "Although I don't know the purpose of his coming to North America, and I don't know the details of this person. But for the time being, he is not our enemy. In some matters, if necessary, we can ask him for help!"

Hearing Phil Coulson's evaluation of Zhang Jun, Nick Fury did not agree or refute.

"I see. You go out first!"

He looked at the scenery outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

"Yes, sir!"

Phil Coulson walked out of the office immediately.

Not long after Phil Coulson left, Zhang Jun put up the normal business sign.

Zhang Jun, who hadn't seen him for a long time, reappeared.

Some old customers immediately shouted. "Boss. I haven't seen it this month. Didn't I go out to work again?"

Zhang Jun never concealed that he was a mercenary, and occasionally even talked about some interesting things he encountered with customers as if they were bragging.

Zhang Jun wiped the glass and shouted with an exaggerated expression.

"Ah! You all know this! It seems that you all have the ability to be detectives!"

Some customers who like to listen to stories immediately booed. "I said, boss, what mission did you go on? Let me know!"

Zhang Jun is not interested in telling about the rescue of Stark.

Anyway, the big shots must have known about this kind of thing through various channels.

As for ordinary people, forget it.There is no need to go out of your way to promote it.

Can the average American afford $100 million?

Can't afford it!

If he can't afford it, Zhang Jun is not interested in hunting cats and dogs, taking pictures of extramarital affairs and other chores.

That's grabbing a job with a paparazzi detective, and it's to be hated.

I, Zhang Jun, am now a rich man, a well-known mercenary all over the world, and only do business for the upper class.

High salary, fast money!
"If you signed a non-disclosure agreement, you can't say it!"

Hearing Zhang Jun's refusal to disclose his work, those customers immediately shouted dissatisfied.

"Boss, just tell me about your experience! Don't spoil the fun like this!"

Zhang Jun took out a bottle of cheap whiskey from the counter and shouted.

"I invite you this round! OK?"

Hearing that the boss wanted to buy everyone a free drink, those customers immediately forgot what happened just now and shouted.

"Great!"

"It should have been this way!"

"Say it earlier. Boss!"

"Pour the wine quickly! Fill it up, boss, don't be so stingy!"

"Oh, I forgot to upload it! Hurry up and upload it, I'm envious of other people!"

"Yep……"

After Zhang Jun poured a measure of wine for the customers with the wine bottle, he walked up to John Wick and poured a third of his wine glass.

Since the killing order was cancelled, John Wick has resumed his peaceful life in the past, returning to Zhang Jun's bar from time to time to drink a glass of wine.

Zhang Jun looked at the black pit bull at his feet.

"A new dog?"

"Ok!"

"Hey? During this period of time, there are always some boring ladies asking me to find a dog. Thinking of me, Saber Zhang Jun, the famous number one guy in the international mercenary rankings, actually looking for a dog, it's really slippery. Big joke! Don’t you think so?”

John Wick didn't even bother to deal with Zhang Jun's narcissism.

He picked up the bourbon whiskey and drank his own wine.

At this moment, bang!
The door was roughly pushed open again.

A little guy who was only fourteen or fifteen years old broke in suddenly.

As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly looked around and saw Zhang Jun in the bar.

He hurried over.

Seeing the other party's delicate and immature face, Zhang Jun joked.

"Hey! Kid, you're not old enough to drink. You've gone to the wrong place!"

cried John Connen anxiously. "Help me, someone is going to hunt me down!"

When Zhang Jun heard it, he slapped himself on the forehead.

Although he saved Stark and made himself famous.But the downside is that there are always people who bother themselves with trivial matters.

Zhang Jun shouted angrily. "Little devil. If someone wants to kill you, you should go to the police. Not me!"

John Kang could hear that the other party didn't seem to believe him at all, and he was anxious.

"No! Sir, you must save me. Only you can save me. The other party is a very powerful robot!"

(End of this chapter)