The president chatted with Chu Heng and hurriedly called a few people to help him carry his luggage.
In a short time, the eleven suitcases were loaded onto the external luggage rack on the roof of the bus.
"Take care, Comrade President, be sure to come see me when you return to China one day, and I will treat you to the most authentic fried noodles in Sijiucheng!"
"Okay, I'll remember it. If it doesn't taste good then, I can lift the table!"
"Haha, then I'll go back and buy a more important table."
"Okay, don't waste time, let's go quickly."
"Well, see you later!"
Chu Heng shook hands with the president vigorously, turned around and got on the bus with Cen Hao, found a seat and sat down casually, and then the bus quickly set off.
Others in the car looked at these two unfamiliar faces curiously, wondering why they had to wait for them to arrive before setting off, secretly speculating on their identities.
The most curious thing among them was undoubtedly the on-board officer, who was scolded by the always gentle and gentle president because of these two people.
So, the officer thought for a while and then walked over, sat down next to the two of them, handed over two cigarettes, folded them and said, "You two comrades look a little unfamiliar. I wonder where you are from?"
Cen Hao glanced at him and saw nothing. He put his head against the window and closed his eyes to concentrate. Last night he experienced the local customs and customs for most of the night. Today he got up early and went out again, so he didn't get a good rest.
Chu Heng was very considerate, took the cigarette and said cheerfully: "We are all from the 49th city. We have been in Indonesia before and happened to be here on a business trip. I heard that you guys have a car to go back to, so I went with you to get a convenient ride.
"
"So that's it." The clerk nodded suddenly, then pulled him over with interest and asked, "I heard that there are a lot of Chinese over there. Is that true?"
"It's really quite a lot."
Chu Heng talked casually about one thing or another.
After listening to Che Xiaobao for a few times, Che Xiaobao suddenly sat up straight and turned to Jiang Fanghao in surprise: "Hey, why do I feel that that person's voice sounds a bit like a group..."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Fanghao, who also recognized Chu Heng's voice, quickly reached out to cover his mouth, and scolded him in a low voice with a serious look on his face: "It doesn't matter if it is true or not, just treat him as if he is not, do you understand?"
"Hmm~"
Che Xiaobao was also a clever guy, and he immediately guessed that since Chu Heng got into the car in disguise, it must be difficult for others to recognize him, so he nodded to express his understanding.
Only then did Jiang Fanghao let go of his hand with relief, and then glanced aside without realizing it. He was wiping Qian Jiefang of the TV in his arms dearly, closed his eyes and took a nap.
But Che Xiaobao couldn't sit still. He looked back at Chu Heng from time to time, full of doubts in his heart.
I was wondering what kind of immoral thing his Uncle Chu had done, and he even had to disguise himself!
In this way, the car quickly crossed the sea and arrived at the Kowloon Peninsula. It was bumpy all the way and finally arrived at the Luo Wu Port. After some inspections, it successfully arrived at the immigration passenger inspection building on the other side.
"Come on, come on, everyone, please be quiet and cooperate with the comrades' inspection."
Under the organization of the officer, everyone in the car got off the bus one by one and lined up to undergo identity verification by border guards.
When Chu Heng and Cen Hao were queuing up, a middle-aged man in Chinese tunic suit came over with a few people. After looking at the team for a few times, he opened his mouth and shouted in a loud voice, somewhat embarrassed: "Who is this?
Jang Keun Suk and Comrade Wei Balang?"
"Here it is!" Chu Heng quickly led Cen Hao out of the crowd, walked up to the man in front of him, and asked with a smile: "I am Zhang Keunshuo, and this one next to me is Wei Balang. What can I do, comrade?"
"Follow me."
The man looked at the shameless guy with a strange look, turned around and led them to an office in the building. After verifying their identities, he stretched out his hand to shake hands with them and introduced himself: "Hello.
"Two comrades, my name is Kuang Xiuqing. I have been assigned by my superiors to be responsible for picking you up this time."
"Hello, hello, please, Comrade Kuang." Chu Heng said politely.
"No trouble, it's my duty." Kuang Xiuqing looked serious, and after asking about their needs, he took the two brothers out of the office, went to the parking lot outside the inspection building, and got into a parking lot consisting of a truck and two jeeps.
A small convoy escorted them to the airport.
Chu Heng looked at the two soldiers with live ammunition who were responsible for protecting his safety. He felt that it was a bit of a fuss, but he didn't say much. He sat quietly in the car and smoked a cigarette, looking at the dilapidated street scene outside the car window.
, his mind has already flown to Sijiu City, which is thousands of miles away and makes him think about it day and night.
Mother Ni almost misses me, right?
I don't know how the old lady's health is.
That little brat Chu Zhecheng must have forgotten who his father is.
Is the little Huniu almost able to speak?
And Qin Jingru.
I don’t know if the car will leak oil if it is left unused for a long time...
…
"Boom."
A convoy of brand-new Jiefang trucks came from Jinmen and drove quickly into a heavily guarded compound on the outskirts of Sijiu City. The carriages of these vehicles were covered with thick rainproof cloths, and the formal carriages pulled inside were
These are the three sets of machining centers that Chu Heng came back from.
The convoy soon arrived outside a huge warehouse. A group of anxious scientific researchers who had been waiting at the door quickly directed them to drive into the warehouse and organized people to unload the goods.
After working for a while, they unloaded the items in the car, and then the group of scientific researchers couldn't wait to unpack and inspect the goods.
Each box was quickly opened, and after a long while, a middle-aged man wearing thick glasses excitedly grabbed a stack of instructions and yelled at everyone: "It's a machining center, it's really a machining center! There are also complete sets of
Installation instructions and usage instructions!”
"Show me quickly." Hearing this, a silver-haired old man quickly stepped forward, took the manuals in English from the man's hand, looked at them without any problems, and then took out other information from the box next to him.
After taking a look, he said with a smile: "Haha, okay, great! With this precious thing, our industrial level will definitely reach a big level!"
When the others heard this, their faces couldn't help but be filled with joy from the bottom of their hearts.
Then the silver-haired old man warned them like a treasure: "Be careful, don't let me break it, otherwise I won't be able to spare you!"
"Tap tap tap."
At this time, several high-ranking officers walked into the warehouse, including Xie Lixuan's son Xie Jun.
The leader, an old man with gray hair on his temples, glanced at the delighted scientific researchers and asked the silver-haired old man: "Mr. Liu, is there anything wrong with the stuff?"
"No problem." The silver-haired old man came over with a glowing face and said with a smile: "The comrade who got these machines back has really made a great contribution! He must be well rewarded!"
"Mr. Liu!" A young man ran over at this time and handed him a piece of paper with a strange look on his face: "There are several boxes containing TV sets, and I found this inside."
Mr. Liu took it and took a look, suddenly confused: "What does this mean?"
"Come on, Mr. Liu, show me." Seeing this, Xie Jun took it curiously and saw a few large characters written with iron and silver hooks on the white paper.
Thank you for sending these souvenirs to the God of Wealth’s house.
"This bastard, it's a shame that he can do what he does, but he still has some private goods! Does he know how precious our resources are? He actually asked us to help him transport these junk things!"
Xie Jun looked at the words on the paper dumbfounded. He was very sure that this was Chu Heng's handwriting. Only this fool dared to do this!
"What did you write?"
An officer on the side took it over and took a look at it in confusion, and his face suddenly darkened.
