Old Tang waited in the parking lot for a while and then saw three young people walking over.
The leader had a cold face, was carrying a suitcase in his left hand, and was wearing a pair of sports pants. He looked very upright, and must have been very popular with little girls.
Old Tang recalled the photos Ander gave him and determined that this person was the apprentice Chu Zihang that Ander mentioned.
Next to Chu Zihang was a blond-haired foreigner, wearing a slutty suit and well-polished leather shoes. He looked like they were worth a lot of money, and his face had a mixture of arrogance, coolness, and coolness.
Very arrogant, just like a nouveau riche.
Old Tang knew clearly that this guy must be here to earn credits.
Although according to what Ander said, most of the people in this school are those who have a bachelor's degree, there is a difference between a bachelor and a bachelor.
According to Old Tang's understanding, people like Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang who came from middle-class families in China had to work harder and were naturally the targets of exploitation by professors.
And a rich guy like this little golden retriever must be someone that all the school professors need to support.
Just like every mission, there is always some kind of flower vase or rich man joining, this little golden retriever must have joined the team to gain seniority.
Behind the little golden retriever was Lao Lu, whom he had not seen for several days. Lu Mingfei was no longer there. Old Tang looked at his friend. He had not seen him for several days. Lao Lu had become a darker color and was much stronger.
It seems that Professor Manstein is right, the pig knuckles in Kassel do nourish people.
However, Lao Lu's taste was as bad as ever. He had a T-shirt with strange English written on it scrawled on his body, and a pair of muddy sneakers on his feet.
His hair was in a mess, there was some eye mucus in the corners of his eyes, and he looked sleepy as if he had just been pulled out of bed.
Lao Lu still looked carefree. Lao Tang nodded with satisfaction. He had seen too many international students who lost themselves in the United States, and Lu Mingfei was obviously not one of them.
"Hello, are you Mr. Ronald?" Chu Zihang walked over, politely extended his right hand, and said in English: "Thank you for being willing to participate in this mission."
Chu Zihang's words were very elegant and his English was very standard. It reminded Old Tang of those Wall Street elites. He quickly held Chu Zihang's hand and said with a smile: "Don't be so polite, just use Chinese. Call me Old Tang."
Bar."
Old Tang now understands a little bit. If the little golden-haired Caesar is a financial backer who comes to gain seniority, and his brother Lu Mingfei is a coolie who is brought here, then obviously Chu Zihang in front of him must be the main force of this mission.
Even a school with little reputation will always recruit some outstanding international students as its own brand.
Obviously, in Lao Tang's heart, Chu Zihang must be Kassel's signature character and will be added to the elite list of famous alumni in the future.
After saying hello to Chu Zihang, Old Tang walked around and gave Lu Mingfei a hug: "Boy, I didn't expect that we met again."
"Old Tang, I heard what Uncle De said," Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect it to be you."
"Anyway, I'm fine now, I just happen to be a bodyguard." Old Tang said, patting his head: "Look at my memory, I'll go get the equipment first."
With that said, Old Tang rushed to his car, took out a rifle from the trunk and put it on his back. He also pulled out a pistol from the debris and stuck it on his waist. He came back with a box of bullets in his hand.
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"That's enough." Old Tang said in Chinese, then switched to English and shouted to Little Golden Retriever Caesar: "I am your bodyguard this time, Ronald Tang."
"Caesar Gattuso." Caesar nodded and replied in English as well. Old Tang heard a hint of Italian from his accent and roughly understood Caesar's identity.
Chu Zihang next to him had already opened the door, and several people climbed up the steps and entered the truck.
Unlike the closed front part of some small trucks, the interior of this long-front truck is usually very spacious. Some American drivers even add refrigerators, single beds and other furniture to the front of the truck to convert it into a small RV.
Although the truck prepared by the college looks a bit old, and the cabin smells like leather, it is also spacious inside. If the rear seats are folded flat, it is enough for four people to sleep side by side.
As a bodyguard, Old Tang naturally sat in the passenger seat, while Lu Mingfei and Caesar sat in the back row, one on each side.
Chu Zihang sat in the driver's seat, adjusted the height of the seat, and fastened his seat belt. When he saw that the two people behind him had done so, he said to Old Tang next to him:
"Fasten your seat belts and get ready to go."
Old Tang adjusted the positions of some firearms, fastened his seat belt and gave Chu Zihang an OK gesture. In the back row, Lu Mingfei recalled the rumors about Chu Zihang and silently fastened his seat belt.
With the roar of the engine, the truck started slowly. The goods to be loaded had been waiting in the car behind for a long time, and the group of four set out on the road.
Kassel College was already in the suburbs. The truck went down the mountain and went very smoothly. Old Tang couldn't hold back his curiosity and looked at the cool and handsome guy next to him.
"By the way," Old Tang looked at Chu Zihang: "Can I still have a heavy vehicle driver's license without getting a green card?"
Chu Zihang looked at the road ahead, his face still unwavering, and replied: "Chicago has a similar policy for immigrants and international students, who can get a driver's license."
Old Tang immediately understood me. Truck driving is a tiring job in the United States. You can’t drive home all year round. Of course, you have to trick immigrants into doing it. It’s not surprising that there is such a policy.
Seeing that Chu Zihang had no intention of chatting, Old Tang turned to look at Lu Mingfei in the back row and said in Chinese: "Lao Lu, is that little Golden Retriever a rich man who came here to gain seniority?"
Lu Mingfei lowered his head and tried to hold back his laughter. Of course he knew who Old Tang was talking about. And while Lu Mingfei was trying to calm down, Caesar spoke.
"Mr. Tang, I can speak Chinese." Caesar's Chinese was very standard, and Old Tang was a little stunned for a moment.
"Sorry, sorry." Old Tang quickly adjusted his expression and apologized to Caesar with a smile: "I didn't mean to do it, Mr. Gattuso."
"Just call me Caesar," Caesar put down his seat and lay there comfortably: "I grew up in Peiping when I was a child."
"What are you doing there?" Old Tang became interested in this foreigner who could speak Chinese.
Caesar thought for a while and recalled the past story that Passi Gattuso told him: "Actually, my family is in the shoe business in Italy, and we need to go to Wenzhou, Zhejiang to purchase goods for a long time, so I stay with my mother for a long time.
In Peiping."
"Isn't Italy's leather shoes very famous?" Old Tang was a little confused: "Why go to China to purchase them?"
"If you put a brand on it after purchasing it, you can sell it for three times or even ten times the price." Caesar spread his hands and replied.
Old Tang took a breath of air-conditioning. Good guy, I made a mistake. This guy is not only a nouveau riche, but also a nouveau riche with something.