In the Cinderella Bar, Chu Heng glanced at the black girl singing heartily on the stage, raised his hand to look at the time, and saw that it was already one o'clock in the evening.
He took a deep breath, felt his beating heart, picked up the wine glass on the table and drained the strong wine in one gulp, then licked his lips and looked at Cen Hao, who was flirting with a foreign girl, patted him on the shoulder and said
: "You can play here by yourself for a while, I'll go out to do some errands and I'll be back in two hours."
After hearing this, Cen Hao turned around and asked worriedly: "Can you do it yourself? Master Chu."
"Have fun with you."
Chu Heng smiled and patted him on the shoulder, then stood up and left his seat, and walked straight out of the bar under Cen Hao's worried eyes.
At this time, the road was empty, not even a ghost was seen.
"call!"
A gust of cold wind blew, causing Chu Heng's cheeks to hurt. He quickly tightened his collar, found a place to carry people, took out a 28-inch truck from the warehouse, and rode towards the Port of Seattle with noisy sounds.
go.
Walk halfway.
Two big-bodied little black men suddenly jumped out of the alley on the street and blocked his way.
One of them was holding a pistol, and the other was holding a sharp knife.
"If you are sensible, take out the money! Damn yellow-skinned pig!"
"And your bike!"
The two of them yelled at him with fierce expressions.
"What a free America!"
Chu Heng got out of the car mumbling, took out two hundred-denomination bills from his arms with a dark face and dropped them on the ground.
Their eyes suddenly lit up, and they rushed forward and bent down to pick up the money, without any sense of precaution.
Chu Heng looked down at the two grandsons who had the backs of their heads exposed in front of him. Without thinking, he took out a heavy huanghuali table leg from the warehouse and hit the two of them on the backs of their heads.
"Bang bang!"
Following two muffled sounds, the two young men, who were beaten to a bloody pulp, fell to the ground unconscious.
"It's unlucky for you to meet me at this time." Chu Heng pouted, stepped forward and dragged the two of them into the alley, and then heard muffled sounds coming from inside, as if they were hammering Chaoshan beef balls.
After a while.
With an angry look on his face, Chu Heng walked out of the alley carrying a bloody table leg. Then he shook his numb wrist, put away the table leg, got in the car and continued on his way.
More than twenty minutes later.
He arrived near the Port of Seattle. At this time, the lights in the port were bright, some docks were still busy, and the roar of machines could be heard far and wide.
Chu Heng looked at it from a distance, found an alley and got in. After a while, he changed into black clothes and came out. Then he found an opening at the previous stop and sneaked into the Port of Seattle quietly.
Having mastered the patrol route and time in advance, he followed the planned route, turning left and right, stopping and walking, and soon arrived near the unguarded warehouse at Pier 8. There was no one around during the whole process.
meet.
"Twenty minutes left."
He lowered his head and looked at his watch. After estimating the time it would take for the dock guards to pass by, he first carefully walked around the warehouse. After confirming that no one was nearby, he came to the warehouse door.
Chu Heng glanced at the seal and chain on the door, stretched out his hand and placed it on the seal tightly attached to the door, and said silently in his heart.
Whoosh!
The seal disappeared instantly and he entered the warehouse.
He took out the lockpicking tool again, used the lockpicking technique he had learned from a Buddhist master under Du San, and opened the lock on the iron lock wrapped around the door, and then threw it into the warehouse.
"My knowledge is so complex."
After doing this, Chu Heng clapped his hands with a proud look on his face, carefully pushed the door open through a gap, and ducked in.
He didn't dare to turn on the light. With the moonlight shining through the transom above his head, he looked at the warehouse and finally understood why the customs didn't arrange guards here.
In this warehouse, there were thirty or forty large wooden boxes as tall as one person neatly stacked. Chu Heng stepped forward and tried to push them, but the boxes did not move at all. It was obviously very heavy.
These things really don't need to be guarded. If someone really wants to take these things away, they will definitely use machinery. The noise will naturally not be small, and it will definitely alarm the people in the dock!
"It's a pity that you met me."
Chu Heng smiled mischievously, quickly put the boxes into the warehouse, then quickly exited, reattached the seal, hung up the chain, and disappeared into the darkness.
It's not even three o'clock.
He returned to the bar and came to the card table. He greeted Cen Hao, who was about to fall asleep, "Let's go."
"Okay." Cen Hao quickly cheered up, stood up and walked out with him, and asked in a low voice: "Is it done? Master Chu."
"It's done."
Chu Heng grinned and nodded, looking quite excited.
Seeing this, Cen Hao didn't ask any more questions. He followed him out of the bar angrily and took the car back to the Hilton.
Because they were leaving by plane later, the two brothers didn't sleep after entering the room. They each took a shower, tidied up, and watched TV for a while. At about four o'clock, the front desk called to remind them that it was time to leave.
Already.
"Gone, gone."
After Chu Heng hung up the phone, he quickly greeted Cen Hao, who was watching TV reluctantly, and went downstairs to pay the bill with large and small packages, and then took the hotel's courtesy car to the airport.
At this point, their trip to Citigroup has come to a successful conclusion and they have gained a lot.
…
"boom!"
Twelve o'clock midnight.
A plane departing from Citigroup appeared in the sky above Kai Tak Airport, hovered for a while and then slowly landed.
"Bye, pretty girl."
"Call me on the phone, handsome boy."
Chu Heng, a multi-millionaire with many talents, smiled and waved to a beautiful stewardess who stuffed him a note, and got off the plane before ordinary passengers.
Standing on the hard cement floor, Chu Heng took a deep breath and felt quite emotional.
In less than two months, when he left, he was still a little-known person, but when he came back, he had a net worth of tens of millions, which always felt a bit unreal.
"Let's go, Master Chu."
Seeing that he was in a daze, Cen Hao quickly pulled him and got on the shuttle bus together.
It didn't take long.
The two of them came out of the airport pick-up gate carrying their luggage.
"Mr. Chu, Brother Hao!"
A Dong, who had been waiting here for a long time, saw the two people coming out and waved quickly, with an excited look on his face.
The God of Wealth is back, and his life will be much easier!
"It's A Dong!"
Cen Hao followed the sound. After wandering away for so long, he finally saw an acquaintance. He couldn't help but smile on his face.
Chu Heng also spotted this guy, waved his hand with a smile, and walked over with his luggage: "How long have you been waiting?"
"Not long."
A Dong quickly stepped forward to take the luggage from his hand and walked to the parking lot together.
A few people walked and chatted. After getting into the car, A Dong diligently handed over an insulated lunch box and said, "This is the chicken soup made by my wife. Mr. Chu, you guys have been working hard all the way, so drink some soup to warm your stomach."
"I'm determined."
Chu Heng took the lunch box quite unexpectedly, opened it and took a few sips. The warm and fragrant chicken soup really relieved his fatigue a lot.
"This chicken soup is good." He smiled and nodded and praised, then gave the lunch box to Cen Hao, crossed his legs and chatted with A Dong: "By the way, before I left, I asked you to learn hotel management. How did you go?
?I plan to buy the Mandarin Hotel when I come back this time, so don’t wait until then."
A Dong's face turned bitter when he heard this, and said: "Why do we still charge hotels? Mr. Chu, our hotel is about to close down!"
