Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 199 Truck Drivers Don’t Dream of 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 just got out of the army back then, and I was still a young guy, worrying about my livelihood. You know, there are a lot of people going abroad in Fujian." Ander put his hands on the table and straightened his back: "It just so happens that I have a A relative, that is, Ming Fei's father, was admitted to a foreign university, so I took this opportunity to come here."

"At first I went to wash dishes in a Chinese restaurant." Ender waved his hand, his eyes filled with memories: "Fortunately, I have such a talent for languages, so I quickly learned foreign language, so I quit my job. Looking for a better one."

Old Tang nodded. The story of Ander is actually very common in the Chinese circle in the United States. Old Tang has heard many stories about winning a living place by doing odd jobs in the United States.

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

"No, I actually drove a truck in the army." Ander showed Old Tang the calluses from the tiger's mouth: "Did you see it, it was ground out by holding the steering wheel."

"Later, Mingfei's father contacted me, saying that their school was going to deliver a batch of goods, and asked me if I was interested in becoming a driver." Ander spread his hands: "I took advantage of the trend and became a driver with Lao Mei. the truck driver."

"School delivery?" Old Tang wondered, "What kind of goods can the school have?"

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

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

Ender was not angry, but nodded: "You are right, this school was originally the Institute of Paleontology built by the headmaster out of personal interest, and then added a few departments at random, recruiting some students with mixed degrees. Students make money."

"And that prodigal principal," Ender said helplessly, "he always has a lot of paleontological fossils 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 the salary is at least [-]% lower." Old Tang smiled wryly, he had seen this kind of thing a lot.

"Twenty percent?" Ender knocked on the table: "That black-hearted man took at least fifty percent of the money, and half of the money fell into his pocket."

"Speaking of business, I have an apprentice who is the child of a comrade-in-arms in Huaxia back then." Ander took out a photo from his arms, which showed a handsome boy: "I taught him to drive a truck, as you know, Little kids are always interested in driving big cars."

Old Tang looked at Chu Zihang, who was handsome in the photo, and nodded, as if I completely understood. He was also a boy who liked to drive a big car, but unfortunately he didn't have the opportunity, 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, this kind of college will not let a kid with such a skill like him go." Ander showed a wry smile, and Old Tang quickly understood what he meant.

"Isn't that so exploiting the students?" Old Tang said in surprise, "They won't let the students deliver the goods, would they?"

"Yes, that's it," Ender nodded: "We transported a batch of dinosaur fossils from Chicago to a fossil research institute in Northwest Texas, and Ming Fei also went with them.

I know what's going on with Lao Mei, so how can I rest assured that Mingfei and my apprentice are going on the road? Fortunately, I have some friendship with the headmaster, so I gave him some money, and finally the guy reluctantly agreed to hire a bodyguard. "

Ender held Old Tang's hand and said solemnly: "Ronald, I entrust you with this arduous task."

"That's not a problem," Old Tang nodded, "I have a concealed gun license, which is more than enough for me to be a bodyguard, so I'll take a trip with Lao Lu."

"No, no, no," Ander quickly shook his head: "Take a rifle, the big one, it's better to see it at a glance, and it has a great deterrent effect."

The two exchanged the details of the task for a while, and agreed on the contact method, and then Old Tang asked:
"Ender, have you ever dreamed of someone?"

Ander took a look at Old Tang, and then said, "I often dream of beautiful women with no clothes on, what's wrong?"

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

"Little boy?" Ander distanced himself from Old Tang: "This thing breaks the law, you are such a person."

"It's not like this..." Old Tang said speechlessly: "I used to dream about a little boy who called me brother or something, and then I went to see a psychiatrist."

"what did the doctor say?"

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

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

"It seems to be all right after reading it. I never dreamed about that child again." Old Tang recalled his dreams these days.

"Then it's fine," 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 not to wake up the Dragon King's will in his body, Fukuyama Masashi strengthened his self-cognition through hypnosis, and continued to strengthen this suggestion in the following period of time.

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 won't last long.

When Old Tang bid farewell to Ender from the coffee shop and returned to his apartment in Brooklyn, the commissioners of the executive department had already started the next surveillance operation in places he couldn't see.

But they were not the only ones staring at Old Tang. In a hotel room not far away, two women were discussing something.

With the sound of the door lock, the door opened, but there was nothing outside, and 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." Ender smiled: "What's the use of you staring at Old Tang every day? Tell your boss that I will fulfill the contract."

"We are just a last resort," 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."

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

Ander took the printing paper in Su Enxi's hand dubiously, and looked at the writing on it:
"This is... Bitcoin?"

(End of this chapter)