After an eighteen-hour flight, Chu Heng's flight finally arrived at Washington Dulles Airport.
After the plane stopped, people in first class got off first.
Under the guidance of the stewardess, several first-class passengers, including Chu Heng, took their luggage and walked out of the cabin one after another.
The old white man with serious racial discrimination was the first to get off the plane. When he stepped out of the plane, he deliberately complained in a loud voice: "Oh, I finally don't have to breathe the filth that garbage has breathed."
The air is dirty! It’s so wonderful.”
"hehe!"
Hearing his words, several other white passengers smiled with unknown meaning and glanced at the black passenger and the Chu Heng brothers who were traveling with him, intentionally or unintentionally.
The black man lowered his head with a stern face and walked towards the shuttle bus silently. He had long been accustomed to this kind of situation full of injustice and discrimination.
"Where's your dad? Do you believe he will pluck out your eyeballs?"
Chu Heng, who never suffered a loss, glared back fiercely. Seeing that he was not easy to mess with, those people immediately restrained themselves, turned around and hurriedly walked off the plane.
After all, we are all people with status. There is really no need to argue with such villains. If they are injured or die, other men will sleep with their wives, spend their money, and beat their children.
…
Oh, God, it makes me shudder just thinking about it.
A flight attendant standing at the door of the plane saw that Chu Heng was being bullied, but she felt very distressed. She quickly comforted him softly: "Please don't mind it, handsome guy. Some people always have bad mouths."
"Thank you, I'm fine." Chu Heng smiled politely at the other party.
"You're welcome, remember to call me." The flight attendant blinked and whispered.
"I will."
Chu Heng bowed and got off the plane with Cen Hao, carrying his luggage.
What was comforting was that they did not need to leave in the same car with the old white man. Instead, they took a shuttle bus specially prepared for foreigners like them and went to the immigration checkpoint to go through customs clearance procedures.
After completing all the formalities, they took their luggage to customs and prepared for inspection.
Here, Chu Heng met the old white man who was on the same flight as him, and he also noticed him.
The old man, whose luggage was being checked by the prosecutor, glanced at Chu Heng with a sinister smile, then turned around and muttered something to the prosecutor, who was also white. The two of them glanced at him from time to time.
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Chu Heng's heart sank when he saw this, knowing that things were going to be bad.
Sure enough, when it was his turn to check his luggage, he was embarrassed by the prosecutors. The prosecutors randomly rummaged through his luggage and asked questions.
"What is this?"
"toothpaste!"
"Why don't I feel like it? Why don't you use it now and show me?"
"..."
Chu Heng, who was being made difficult in every way, looked at the other party with a dark face, reluctantly threw a hundred-dollar bill on the ground, and then pointed at it: "Sir, you dropped something."
The white man glanced subconsciously and quickly picked up the banknote, with a kind smile on his serious face: "Thank you, I did drop this."
Immediately, his attitude immediately changed 180 degrees, he stuffed Chu Heng's belongings into the suitcase indiscriminately, and reached out his hand enthusiastically: "I think your things are fine, I wish you a happy journey,
Man!"
"Thank you." Chu Heng smiled and shook hands with him, and told the other party that Cen Hao behind him was his companion, then he closed the suitcase, gritted his teeth and walked out of the customs with his little brother.
Unfortunately, I couldn't find the old white man.
"Old dog! Don't let me see you again!"
Chu Heng glanced at the noisy crowd picking up the airport outside, and walked towards a white young man with a dark face holding a sign with his and Cen Hao's names written on it.
The other party was the concierge driver sent by the Hilton Hotel to pick them up. After confirming the identities of Chu Heng and the others, he respectfully led them out of the lobby, got into a silver-gray Rolls-Royce, and drove out of the airport.
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Due to the time difference, unlike Hong Kong Island where it was just dawn at this time, it was already dusk in Washington. A red sunset was slowly sinking towards the horizon, and the surrounding area was decorated with clouds of fire.
Inside the car.
After almost a day of flying, brothers Chu Heng and Cen Hao leaned back on their chairs a little tired, quietly admiring the scenery outside the car window.
The driver was very steady. He did not drive recklessly on the road like Adong because he was driving a luxury car. Instead, he obeyed the rules and waited and gave way when needed.
It's not that he has high quality, it's mainly that he cares about his life.
This is a free Citibank. If someone gets upset because of something, how should he respond if he takes out an American-style Iai?
In this way, the car drove leisurely on the spacious road. About an hour later, Chu Heng and the others arrived at the Hilton Hotel, which was not far from the White House.
Accompanied by the service staff, after completing the check-in procedures, Chu Heng used the front desk phone to notify Chrissy, telling him that he was already here and asking him to come over early tomorrow morning.
Then the two brothers went upstairs, settled down, washed up, and then went downstairs to have a meal in the hotel restaurant, then went back to the room to sleep and get over the jet lag.
However, Krishna and his wife did not understand the hard work of the two of them after the long journey. Not long after Chu Heng and the others fell asleep, Ya drove a newly purchased Audi car to the Hilton in a hurry.
"Dingle bell!"
The phone suddenly rang loudly and quickly in the room.
The Chu Heng brothers, who were sleeping soundly, were suddenly awakened with a start, breathing heavily with palpitations.
"What the hell!"
After Chu Heng calmed down for a while, he grabbed the phone with a curse and yelled in a bad tone: "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, sir, to disturb you. A gentleman named Chrissy Boli is coming to visit you. Do you want him to come up?"
The apologetic voice of the lady at the front desk came over the phone.
"This lunatic! Send him up!" Chu Heng put down the phone speechlessly, glanced at Cen Hao, who was still a little confused, and told him to go back to sleep. Then he got up and went to the bathroom, wiped his face to wake up, and then put on his pajamas.
I came to the living room of the suite, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette and waited quietly for Chrissy to come over.
A few moments.
"Dong dong dong!"
There was a knock on the door. Chu Heng, who was still a little tired of getting out of bed, stood up with a slumped face and went to open the door. He saw Chrissie, a bearded man who looked like a mop pole stuck on the ground.
"Oh, dear Chu, we finally meet again!"
As soon as Fang met, Chrissy warmly opened her arms and gave him a big hug.
"Damn it, didn't I tell you to come back tomorrow? Do you know that I just took an eighteen-hour flight?" Chu Heng pushed Ya away with a stinky face, took out a one-dollar bill and sent it away.
The waiter who brought Chrissy up.
"Haha, I'm so sorry, I really missed you so much, so I couldn't wait to come over." Chrissie laughed and walked into the house, holding his shoulders, and said sneakily: "Guess what we
How much money have you made now?”
"Three million?"
"Hey, four hundred! It's four million, and it's still growing at a very high rate."