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Chapter 197: Truck Drivers Don't Dream About Bitcoin

In the European-style cafe, accompanied by the sour and bitter aroma of coffee, Ander slowly told a story about family and struggle.

"I had just retired from the army at that time. I was still a young man and was worrying about my livelihood. As you know, there were many people going abroad in Fujian." Ander put his hands on the table and straightened his back: "I just happened to have a man.

A relative, Mingfei's father, was admitted to a foreign university, so I took advantage of this opportunity to come here."

"At first I went to wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant," Ander waved his hand, his eyes full of memories: "Fortunately, I have some talent in languages. I quickly learned foreign languages ​​and quit my job.

Want to find a better one.”

Old Tang nodded. In fact, Ender's story was very common in the Chinese community in the United States. Old Tang had heard many stories about how he finally earned a place to survive by doing odd jobs in the United States.

"So you went to drive a truck?" Old Tang asked.

"No, actually I drove a truck in the army," Ander showed Old Tang the callus on his mouth: "See, it was made by holding the steering wheel."

"Later, Mingfei's father contacted me and said that their school was transporting a batch of goods and asked me if I was interested in being a driver." Ander spread his hands and said, "I took advantage of the opportunity and got into the industry and worked as a driver here in Laomei.

The truck driver."

"The school delivers goods?" Old Tang asked doubtfully: "What kind of goods can the school carry?"

Ender smiled and asked, "What do you think of Mingfei's school?"

"I've never heard of a school with a name." Old Tang touched his chin: "With all due respect, this is the kind of school that gives foreign students mixed diplomas."

Ender was not angry, but nodded: "You are right, this school was originally an institute of paleontology built by the principal out of personal interest. Later, he added a few departments casually and recruited some people to get diplomas.

Students make money.”

"And that prodigal principal," Ander said helplessly: "He always has a lot of paleontological fossils brought back from all over the world, so he needs to drive a truck to transport them, and that principal doesn't want to spend too much money, so you know

…”

"Immigration is not guaranteed, and wages are at least 20% lower." Old Tang said with a wry smile. He had seen this kind of thing many times.

"Twenty percent?" Ender knocked on the table: "The evil man got at least fifty percent, and half of the money fell into his pocket."

"Back to business, I have an apprentice who is the child of a comrade in China." Ander took out a photo from his arms, which showed a boy with fine features: "I taught him to drive a truck, as you know,

Children are always interested in driving big cars."

Old Tang looked at the handsome Chu Zihang in the photo and nodded, as if he completely understood. He was also a boy who liked to drive big cars back then, but it was a pity that he didn't have the chance, otherwise he would have become a truck driver.

.

"This kid is in the same school as Ming Fei. He is a sophomore, and you know that this kind of college will not let go of a kid with such a skill as him." Ander showed a wry smile, and Old Tang quickly understood what he meant.

"No, are you exploiting students like this?" Old Tang said in surprise: "They won't let students deliver goods."

"Yes, that's it," Ander nodded: "Ship a batch of dinosaur fossils from Chicago to a fossil research institute in northwest Texas, and Mingfei will also go with him.

I know the situation here in the United States, so how could I trust Mingfei to go on the road with my apprentice? Fortunately, I have some friendship with the principal and gave him some money. In the end, the guy reluctantly agreed to hire a bodyguard."

Ender held Old Tang's hand and said solemnly: "Ronald, this difficult task will be left to you."

"That's no problem," Old Tang nodded: "I have a concealed carry permit, so I'm more than capable of being a bodyguard, so I'll just go on a trip to Helaolu."

"No, no, no," Ender quickly shook his head: "Take a rifle, a big one. It's best to be able to see it at a glance. It's a great deterrent."

The two exchanged mission details for a while and agreed on contact information. Then Old Tang asked:

"Ender, have you ever dreamed of anyone?"

Ander glanced at Old Tang and then said, "I often dream about beautiful women without clothes. What's wrong?"

"It's not like this, I mean dreaming about a little boy or something?" Old Tang was dumbfounded by Ander's words and quickly explained.

"Little boy?" Ander distanced himself from Old Tang: "This thing is illegal, you are actually such a person."

"It's not like this..." Old Tang said speechlessly: "I always dreamed of a little boy calling me brother or something, and later I went to see a psychiatrist."

"what did the doctor say?"

"The doctor said that I was under too much pressure and that another personality appeared. Anyway, that little boy was me when I was a child." Old Tang scratched his head.

"So are you feeling better now?" Ander stared into Old Tang's eyes, as if he wanted to see something.

"After reading it, everything seemed to be fine. I never dreamed about that child again." Old Tang recalled the dreams he had had over the past few days.

"That's alright," Ander spread his hands: "Just think of it as going to play with Mingfei this time and relax."

What Old Tang didn't know was that in order to prevent the Dragon King's will from awakening in his body, Fukuyama Masashi strengthened his self-awareness through hypnosis, and continued to strengthen this suggestion in the following period.

That's why Lao Tang's situation gradually improved, but after the suppression, the next wave of shocks will be more violent, and this situation will not last long.

When Old Tang said goodbye to Ander from the coffee shop and returned to his apartment in Brooklyn, where he couldn't see, the commissioners of the Enforcement Department had already begun the next surveillance operation.

But they were not the only ones who were eyeing Old Tang. In a hotel room not far away, two women were exchanging something.

With a soft click of the door lock, the door opened, but there was nothing outside. Then the door closed again with an invisible force, and Ender lifted the invisibility spell and walked in.

"Mr. Ander, it's very impolite for you to come in like this," Su Enxi complained to Ander angrily while eating potato chips.

"I believe you won't mind," Ander smiled: "What's the use of staring at Old Tang here every day? Tell your boss that I will fulfill the contract."

"We are just the last protective measure," Mai Shutoku sat there holding a telescope with a calm expression.

"And we have to show the boss that we are doing something." Su Enxi nodded: "Otherwise, the boss won't pay us."

As she said that, she pulled out two crumpled A4 papers from the gap in the sofa and handed them to Ander: "Mr. Ander, would you like to take a look at my latest investment project? I believe this project will definitely make a lot of money."

Ande took the printing paper from Su Enxi's hand hesitantly and looked at the writing on it:

"Is this...Bitcoin?"


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