Zhao Yixin stood there blankly until Han Sen and others walked away and could not see their backs, then he lowered his head and looked at the note in his hand.
The worker next to him asked: "Axin, the person you are talking to looks familiar to me. Is he really your friend?"
Zhao Yixin smiled and said, "Yes, my friend."
He continued to stare at the contact information on the note for a long time, then slowly folded it, put it in his pocket, and continued to clean the airport.
When others saw him like this, they didn't ask any more questions, and they dispersed and continued their business.
After about half an hour, Zhao Yixin finished his work, sat on a chair, picked up a bottle of pure water, sipped slowly, and looked at everything around him without focus.
There are hurried travelers everywhere.
After finishing the bottle of water, he stood up, took off his vest, and handed the work ID around his neck to the worker: "I left, and I may not come back again."
"Figured out?"
The worker smiled and said: "Since you came here to do volunteer work half a month ago, I have guessed that you have something on your mind, and I have been looking for opportunities to relieve you..."
"Thank you. I hope we can meet again in the future. I'll invite you to tea then."
Zhao Yixin took a deep breath, then turned around and walked slowly towards the exit.
He once wanted to hide his secret from himself, but after this period of time passed, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
For half a month, I felt restless and restless every day. In the end, I became hazy and confused, and seemed to have lost the meaning of moving forward in life.
It wasn't until Han Sen revealed the secret and pointed out a clear path for him just now that his stagnant heart suddenly felt a ripple.
…
At the same time, far across the ocean in Detroit.
A group of American police officers, under the command of a Chinese man, surrounded a residential building.
Not long after, TVB field manager Lao Yan, who had been missing for a month, was thrown out of the passage by a group of police with a horrified look on his face, and was beaten to death.
Before he could get up, an American police officer next to him kicked Lao Yan to the ground. Then the police officer stepped forward, clamped Lao Yan's neck with his knee, and ordered his colleagues to put a collar on the man.
Put on handcuffs.
Lao Yan screamed in pain and shouted: "You bunch of white-skinned pearls! I, Du Lei Lao Mu, am a Chinese, an authentic Chinese. I come here to consume because I look up to you. If you dare to arrest me, I will report it to the ambassador."
The museum tells you..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the leading Chinese man in the police force came over. While unhooking the gun from his waist, he quickly squatted down, raised his hand to grab Lao Yan's hair, picked it up, and put the gun against Lao Yan's forehead and eyes.
He glared at me and said, "If you say one more thing that you are Chinese, I will kill you with one shot. You are a disgrace."
When Lao Yan heard Mandarin, his heart skipped a beat. He looked up and saw that he was a Chinese. He quickly begged for mercy: "Brother, we are all our own people. The Chinese will not arrest the Chinese..."
"Shut up!"
The Chinese man stabbed Lao Yan in the abdomen with the butt of his gun, then stood up, took the document from the hands of the American police officer next to him, opened it, and read the information in the document: "Yan Shi?"
"It's me! It's me."
Lao Yan nodded as if he was talking, but the policeman locked his neck with his knee. He was panting for a while and struggled to speak.
The Chinese man asked the police officer to let go of Lao Yan. After comparing the information one by one, he continued to ask: "Do you know what you committed?"
Lao Yan sat up and said blankly: "I know, but I didn't do it for free. I paid for it. Isn't this kind of thing legal in Detroit?"
The Chinese man sneered: "Oh, you are really good at pretending!"
Lao Yan quickly said: "Don't dare, don't dare, Chinese people don't lie to Chinese people."
Seeing this, the Chinese man closed the document and kicked it over: "Do you know Han Sen?"
Lao Yan was in pain, and at the same time his heart felt cold, and he instantly understood the purpose of the other party's visit.
Seeing that Lao Yan didn't speak, the Chinese man asked the police officer to throw him into the police car and said: "You should understand the principle of leniency for those who confess and severity for those who resist. If you don't confess honestly, I am confident that you will be put in jail."
wear."
Lao Yan's face looked gloomy and uncertain.
Sitting in the car, looking at the iron fence in front of him, and listening to the dirty sirens in his ears, Lao Yan thought of his recent exile life, and a wave of resentment suddenly grew in his heart.
After accomplishing that thing, we agreed to go to New York, but left me in a deadbeat place like Detroit.
Forget it, where is the money?
Where is the money you agreed to give me?
You don’t have any money, and you still want me to work for you?
Lao Yan suddenly cursed and pulled at the wound at the corner of his mouth, and immediately took a breath of pain.
My heart felt even more chilled.
At the end, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the black police officer in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "I confess!"
The black police officer looked puzzled. He was obviously not proficient in Chinese. Seeing the other party gnashing his teeth and cursing, he thought he was cursing himself. He frowned, drew his baton and pointed it at the other party. He shouted in broken Chinese: "What did you say?"
What!"
"..."
Lao Yan rolled his eyes wildly.
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Hong Kong, Deep Water Bay.
After Zhai Wenjun answered the phone call, his face looked very ugly.
"Recruited? Recruited so quickly?"
"Didn't you hold on for a minute?"
"Already on the way back?"
Zhai Wenjun's heart was pounding. After hanging up the phone, he felt smoke coming from his forehead and his heart was filled with rage.
He immediately called Lei Huaqiang from Lei's Martial Arts School and shouted loudly: "Did you give the money I asked you to give to Lao Yan?"
"What's wrong?" Lei Huaqiang seemed to have just woken up, his voice was a little weak.
Zhai Wenjun said angrily: "What's wrong? Lao Yan was arrested! He committed everything! What the hell did you do? You jumped on the street and swallowed the money again?"
Lei Huaqiang seemed to wake up just now. After a moment of silence, there was a sudden snap and he said in an annoyed tone: "I...I'm sorry, Mr. Zhai, I forgot about this!"
"It's true that a dog can't change its habit of eating shit."
Zhai Wenjun cursed: "I'm so out of my mind that I believed your lies!"
"Mr. Zhai, this matter has nothing to do with you. Even if Lao Yan does it, he will blame it on me at most. Don't worry, if I am found, I will never say a word that is not detrimental to you, Mr. Zhai.
"
Lei Huaqiang said firmly: "Now that things have happened, let's just make the second plan and blame everything on the man named Zhao and let him be the scapegoat."
Zhai Wenjun cursed a few times, but in the end he could only agree: "Then let's do it."
"Okay, leave everything to me."
Lei Hua is strong and confident.
After hanging up the phone, Zhai Wenjun narrowed his eyes, turned off the phone with his backhand, then quickly took out the phone card and cut it off with scissors.
After a while, he quickly ran to the bedroom, opened the safe at home, took out his suitcase, and began to frantically put the belongings in the safe into the suitcase.
While pretending, he called his assistant: "Contact Manager Wang of the bank. I want to withdraw money. How much? As much as I have! By the way, book me a ticket to Iceland."
"Where?" The assistant thought he heard wrongly.
"Iceland!"
After doing all this, Zhai Wenjun, wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and a backpack, drove quickly to the Kowloon port.
He wanted to leave by boat, stay out of the limelight for a while, and then return after confirming that everything was safe.