After separating from Xu Huanshan, Lu Yuan did not go too far, but went straight to a coffee shop on the street. Business in this coffee shop didn't seem to be very good, there were only a few customers, Lu Yuan passed through a few tables near the door, and sat down at the table under the large window facing the street. The corner of his eye swept out of the window, and several black-clothed people hurriedly ran out of the window, Lu Yuan couldn't help but laugh secretly, the place he was looking for was really suitable for observing the street scene outside.

There have been three waves of black-clothed people running past the outside of the coffee shop in a row, and Lu Yuan, who was separated by a window, was drinking coffee quietly, with that lazy look, no matter who saw it, he would not regard Lu Yuan as a target chased by the black-clothed people. The warm and mellow coffee in the stomach made Lu Yuan's body slowly warm up, and while observing the movement outside the window, Lu Yuan, who was silent on the surface, was secretly calculating tonight's harvest in his heart.

The black-clothed people who were shot by Lu Yuan outside the Paramount Gate were all from the Blue Coat Society, and Lu Yuan emptied all the pockets on their bodies and took away the weapons and ammunition of those black-clothed people. Lu Yuan vaguely remembered that he found dozens of banknotes and more than a dozen oceans from those black-clothed people, and in addition, the weapons and ammunition used by those black-clothed people. Before the crossing, Lu Yuan had seen too many world-famous guns on the Internet, so the weapons used by these members of the Blue Coat Society were not attractive to Lu Yuan.

It's one thing whether it's attractive or not, it's another thing to not care, at least for Lu Yuan now, these weapons are an ocean of white flowers. Almost all of those pistols are what are called pistols on the market, and two are Japanese-style southern pistols, which are commonly known as Wangba boxes, Lu Yuan didn't think about how the people of the Blue Coat Society would be equipped with Japanese-style pistols, but thought about how he should shoot these pistols.

Although Lu Yuan failed to get 40 oceans from Xu Huanshan and the others, the banknotes that Lu Yuan found from the pockets of those black-clothed people were about the same amount as Dayang plus a piece, and if you count the dollars given by the middle-aged man, the banknotes that Lu Yuan had already received would definitely exceed 60 oceans. Counting the pistols and bullets that Lu Yuan got from those men in black, Lu Yuan could be regarded as earning tonight, even according to the lowest price in the black market, those pistols and more than 100 rounds of ammunition could be sold for at least a few hundred yuan.

After thinking about these things secretly, Lu Yuan's face couldn't help but show a hint of triumph, hundreds of oceans were in the account, even if it was to rent a yard, the cost was enough. After sitting in the coffee shop for more than ten minutes, Lu Yuan slowly walked out of the coffee shop with his cowhide backpack, and then walked slowly along the street. The street lights in the streets are all lit up, and this is the beginning of Shanghai's nightlife, and there are not only more idlers and gangsters on the streets, but also more beautifully dressed warbler dancers.

Like most people on the street, Lu Yuan, who was carrying a backpack, ignored the wandering warbler dancers who flattered him, and also ignored the idlers and gangsters with fierce eyes, and only walked with his head down. It wasn't until he saw the flashing signboard of the Rose Bar from a distance that Lu Yuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The Rose Bar is not far from the patrol room of the French Concession, which is the safest place in the French Concession, and the Rose Bar is not the best bar in the French Concession.

According to the information that Lu Yuan inquired from the landlady of White Russia, the owner of this rose bar, Mr. Hansen, is a retired German military officer, and on the surface, the rose bar is just a common tavern for drinkers to pass the time, but in fact, the rose bar is a frequent meeting place for many black marketeers in the Shanghai Concession. Most of the drinkers who have been hanging out in the Rose Bar for a long time are intelligence dealers and brokers from all walks of life who have been in the black market, but there are also rookies like Lu Yuan who are just starting out and preparing to step into the black market.

Pushing open the wooden door of the Rose Bar, a hustle and bustle greeted him, and Lu Yuan saw at a glance the bar owner Hansen, who was busy making cocktails for the guests behind the bar at the moment. As the White Russian landlady described, Hansen wore an eyepatch on his face, and it was heard that Hansen's left eye had been lost in a duel.

Following the lazy appearance of the drinkers in the bar, Lu Yuan sat at the bar with his body tilted, and while reaching out to take the beer, he gestured to Hansen very vaguely. Seeing Lu Yuan's gesture, Han Sen was very surprised to raise his eyes and glance at Lu Yuan, and then said to Lu Yuan with a calm face and a low voice, "Boy, I am a businessman, and I will never push the business I get out." But I advise you, young man, that this muddy water is very deep, and it is very dangerous here, and you should not get involved. ”

Lu Yuan did not marvel at Hansen's standard Chinese, but immediately smiled at Hansen, "Mr. Hansen, thank you for the reminder, but the person who introduced me here said that Mr. Hansen, you are a person who is willing to go to hell for money." It just so happens that I am also such a person, and I am willing to go to hell, but only if Mr. Devil must give me money first. Han Sen stared at Lu Yuan intently for a while, then slowly sighed, and motioned for Lu Yuan to go to the back of the bar with him.

Hansen has an office at the back of the bar, and this is also the place where Hansen conducts some black market transactions, and being brought here by Hansen means that Hansen has agreed to the deal. "Well, young man, show me what good things you've brought." Entering the office, Hansen regained his shrewdness and attitude as a black marketeer, while Lu Yuan followed Hansen's prompts and took out the pistol in his backpack and stacked it on the desk in front of Hansen.

Lu Yuan has been secretly paying attention to Han Sen's expression, but found that the other party didn't seem surprised that he took out so many weapons, especially similar to Lu Yuan's speculation, Han Sen, who had gray hair on his sideburns, was indeed a master of using guns, and after checking the pistols Lu Yuan brought one by one, Han Sen quickly divided the pistols on the table into three piles. "The things you bring are good and bad, and by bad I don't mean they're broken, but that they're relatively poor. The four on your left hand are the best, the middle four are not bad, and the remaining two Japanese southern pistols are toys. ”

Hansen's judgment of these pistols was affirmed by Lu Yuan, but from the appearance, these 8 pistols were all about the same, but after Hansen examined them, he quickly distinguished the advantages and disadvantages. Lu Yuan can also achieve Hansen's level, but he needs to completely disassemble these pistols before he can draw conclusions, and he can't just pull the sleeve and trigger of the pistol like Hansen to get results. "I want to keep a pistol, sell the rest, and I'm sure you'll give me a satisfactory price." Lu Yuan thought for a moment, took out a Browning M1903 pistol from the best pile of guns, and then pushed all the remaining pistols to Hansen.

"As you wish, young man, I am a businessman, and the customer's will is the most important thing." Hansen smiled and disassembled the nine pistols in front of him one by one, examined them carefully, and then picked out all the 9mm bullets used by the Browning M1903 and pushed them to Lu Yuan. "Young man, I guess you're going to need 9mm bullets, and if you need more 9mm rounds, I've got a lot of them here, and you can always come to me and buy them."

Lu Yuan did not stop the kindness released by Hansen, and after filling all the six spare magazines with bullets, Lu Yuan put the remaining 50 rounds of 9mm ammunition on the table into his pocket. Hansen seemed to be satisfied with Lu Yuan's reaction, "Young man, I take back what I just said to you, maybe I should pray for your enemy, I'm glad I'm your friend and not an enemy." Hansen's words made Lu Yuan a little confused, in front of Hansen, he was a small character, but why would Hansen say such a thing.

Needless to say, Hansen offered a suitable price for the nine pistols and a small amount of ammunition, and paid Lu Yuan in US dollars very considerately. "Young man, these guns you brought smell very strong, and I'm sure they all had been fired half an hour ago. I don't want to ask about the origin of these guns, but you must be careful from now on, as far as I know, the forces that can use so many automatic pistols in Shanghai at once will definitely not be local gangsters. ”

"Mr. Hansen, I know you're a man who can keep secrets, and I'm not going to tell you where these pistols came from. If you have something to say, just say it, as long as I can do it, I will definitely not sit idly by. In front of Han Sen, Lu Yuan carefully counted the stack of banknotes, and then carefully put them into his pocket, and the thick stack of banknotes in his pocket made Lu Yuan feel very relieved.

"Okay, then I'll leave it at that." Han Sen pondered for a moment, then glanced at Lu Yuan lightly, and then said with a seemingly harmless smile, "Since you know that I am still doing black market business here, you should know that the black market is not only reselling in-demand materials and arms, but also intelligence exchange and medicine reselling." A few days ago, an American came to me and he wanted to hire a gunman to help him solve a problem. I think you're going to need a lot of money, so maybe I should introduce you to the American, which is over $500 after all. “

"No, Mr. Hansen, I think you may have misunderstood, I'm not a killer, and I can't solve problems for people." Lu Yuan drank the whiskey that Hansen had given him in one gulp, then got up and prepared to leave. Coming to Hansen to sell those pistols was a decision made by Lu Yuan after careful consideration, but if he followed Hansen's wishes to be a killer, it was not Lu Yuan's wish.