At the end of May, it was the Wednesday of the second week after Chu Heng met Old Sam.
This day.
At around eight o'clock in the morning, Chu Heng, whose waist was getting more and more sore, came to the Hilton Hotel with erratic steps like a ghost.
Soon he took the elevator and arrived outside the executive suite that Avima and the others rented. He tidied up his appearance first, and then opened the ajar door.
"Squeak!"
I saw that the room was crowded with people, including the friends Avima and Anna, Che Xiaobao, Qian Jiefang, and a group of employees from Tina's company.
They looked at Chu Heng who walked in, with expressions on their faces that were either serious, excited, or expecting, their eyes unblinking.
"Guys!"
Chu Heng looked around, smiled slightly, and asked, "Are you all ready?"
"Yes, sir."
"I'm just waiting for you to give the orders, Chu."
“Always be prepared!”
Everyone responded in a flurry of voices.
Avima was so excited that she couldn't close her legs, and the fat on Anna's face was shaking.
They have been preparing for this moment for several years, with countless hardships and hardships. Now, it is finally time to reap the fruits. How can they not be excited?
"Then..." Chu Heng raised his right hand high, suddenly swung it down, and shouted loudly: "Start taking action!"
"boom!"
Everyone in the room immediately started to move, and most people hurried out, leaving only a few people in the room to coordinate.
Anna and Avima came to Chu Heng.
"Do you think you can succeed? Chu?" Anna said worriedly.
"It will definitely succeed, right?" Avima asked with a frown, feeling very uneasy in her heart.
Chu Heng walked to the window and looked at the busy pedestrians downstairs who were hurrying like ants. His face was calm and he said calmly: "Do your best and obey fate."
…
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Old Sam woke up from an old wooden house located in the suburbs of Los Angeles. He had another hangover last night and groaned uncomfortably. He patted his confused head and took a long time to lift up the stained quilt and sit up from the bed.
.
He glanced at the old bedside table next to him that was full of scratches and had a Bible on one leg. He took out a torn sock that he had accidentally thrown on a beer bottle and brought it to him for a sniff.
It's not too smelly and can be worn for another day.
He immediately put on the sock, then rummaged through the floor in the bedroom, which was full of cigarette butts, wine bottles, and old clothes, and soon found the other one.
After putting on his clothes, he kicked away all kinds of rubbish at his feet, went to the living room, opened the refrigerator, and wanted to drink a bottle of beer to quench his thirst.
But the dirty refrigerator was empty.
So he returned to the bed, picked up the beer bottle that had been covered by his socks and shook it.
"Whoa, whoa!"
The subtle sound of water waves made a surprise smile appear on his old face, and then he raised his head and gulped down the half bottle of beer that had not much air left. "Hiccup!"
He let out a small burp, smiled happily, and then wiped himself off and went to the bathroom to urinate. Then he didn't wash up and came out of the bathroom rubbing his shriveled belly, ready to go out to get a hamburger.
abdomen.
After putting on the white washed clothes, old Sam touched his pocket, but only found out a pitiful one cent, which was far from enough for him to have a full meal.
"Shit!"
Cursing, he kicked the money back into his pocket, turned around and found one from the ground, picked up a broken paper cup, and was going to take a bus to Hollywood to see if he could get a job. If not, he would squat on the roadside begging with the paper cup.
, I can survive this day no matter what.
Carefully putting away the paper cup, thinking about the mess of his life, Old Sam couldn't help but frowned and said, "It's already Wednesday, did that gentleman forget about me?"
"Dong dong."
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
"Who could it be?"
Old Sam looked over in confusion. He didn't have many friends, and they usually wouldn't come to his house, so...
His heart skipped a beat and he hurried over to open the door.
As the door opened, a strong and unusually sour smell hit their nostrils. Ban Anshan and Cen Hao, who were standing outside the door, took a step back in a hurry.
Seeing these two people, Old Sam's face suddenly lit up with joy. He didn't know Cen Hao, but Ban Anshan kept in touch with him and hurriedly invited him: "Good morning, gentlemen, come in quickly."
The two of them took a look inside the house, which was no better than a pigsty. Their brows instantly furrowed and they didn't want to go in. However, they finally endured the discomfort and walked into the house due to work.
It was really difficult to get out of the house. After closing the door, the two of them stopped walking inside. Ban Anshan looked at Old Sam with disgust and said, "I'm here to inform you that your mission can begin."
"What a surprising news." Old Sam's eyes lit up and he looked at the suitcase he was carrying: "So, working capital..."
Ban Anshan immediately pushed the box to him and warned: "Follow the plan honestly and don't make any small moves. Our people will keep an eye on you."
"No, sir, I swear to God." Old Sam looked at Cen Hao on the side and shook his head vigorously. He came down from the battlefield, and he could tell at a glance whether a person had a life in his hand.
With the disregard for life in Cen Hao's eyes, he bets that this guy must have more than three lives in his hands!
And who can find such a vicious person as his subordinate, what kind of good person can he be?
Only when he is crazy would he dare to do anything small.
"I hope so. Okay, go do what you should do. We'll leave first. If you need anything, please contact us in time." Ban Anshan covered his nose in disgust, pushed open the door and followed Cen Hao out.
Then he drove away alone in a Ford car. Cen Hao looked back at Old Sam who came out to see them off. He took a few steps to a Chevrolet parked on the side of the road, opened the door and got in. Inside the car,
There are also three strong men.
Old Sam glanced at him with fear, then hurriedly turned back to the house, and couldn't wait to open the box that Ben Anshan gave him.
In the box were a bottle of red wine full of age, a military uniform he once wore, a few old photos and a thick envelope.
He quickly picked up the envelope and took out a wad of banknotes. After counting, it turned out to be a total of five thousand dollars!
"What a generous move." Old Sam sighed excitedly, then took out a hundred yuan from it and hid the rest in a secret compartment under the floor.
Then he randomly stuffed the box into the closet and pushed out the door with the 100-dollar bill he just got.
Cen Hao, who was taking a nap in the car outside, suddenly opened his eyes and cast a cold and scrutinizing gaze.
Old Sam took off his hat and smiled flatteringly at him. Under Cen Hao's supervision, he walked along the path to a nearby fast food restaurant and bought a hamburger, a bag of French fries, and a cup of coffee.
After he had eaten and drank enough, he touched the thick wad of change in his pocket and strolled to a nearby convenience store to buy a dozen beers and return.
When he got home, he drank beer, watched TV, and fell asleep when he felt sleepy. He stayed there all day long and didn't come out of the house until nightfall.
