Brass Dragon in the Dragon World

Chapter 204 Profiteer Gattuso

Old Tang waited in the parking lot for a while, and then saw three young people walking over.

The leader had a cold face, a suitcase in his left hand, and a pair of sweatpants. He looked very upright, and he must be very popular with little girls.

Old Tang recalled the photo An De gave him, and confirmed that this person was Chu Zihang, the apprentice that Ander said.

Chu Zihang was followed by a blond-haired foreigner, wearing a suit with a fluffy bag, and his small leather shoes were polished brightly. It seemed that he knew it was worth a lot. Coupled with the three points of anger on his face, two parts of coolness, one part Very arrogant, just like a nouveau riche.

Old Tang knew in his heart that this buddy must have come to mess with his credits.

Although according to what Ender said, there are mostly guys with mixed degrees in this school, but there are differences between mixed and mixed.

According to Old Tang's understanding, Lu Mingfei and Chu Zihang, who came from domestic middle-class families, had to work harder, and they were naturally the targets of exploitation by the professors.

And a rich man like this little golden retriever must be the existence that all professors in the school will support.

Just like every mission, there is always that kind of vase or rich guy joining, this little golden retriever must have joined the team to mix his seniority.

And behind the little golden retriever is the old Lu who hasn't seen him for a long time. Lu Mingfei is gone. Old Tang looks at his good friend. After a few days since he hasn't seen him, the old Lu has a black color, and he is much stronger.

It seems that Professor Manstein is right, Kassel's pig knuckles do feed people.

But the taste of the old road is still as bad as ever, a T-shirt with strange English scribbled on his body, and a pair of muddy sneakers on his feet.

Her hair was disheveled, and there was some gum in the corners of her eyes, and she looked sleepy as if she had just been pulled out of bed.

Old Lu still acted foolishly, and Old Tang nodded in satisfaction. He had seen too many foreign students who lost themselves in the United States, and Lu Mingfei was obviously not one of them.

"Hello, you are Mr. Ronald." Chu Zihang walked over, extended his right hand politely, and said in English, "Thank you for being willing to participate in this mission."

Chu Zihang's diction is very elegant, and his English is also very standard. It reminded Old Tang of those Wall Street elites. He quickly held Chu Zihang's hand and said with a smile: "You don't need to be so polite, just use Chinese. Call me Old Tang Bar."

Old Tang now understands a little bit. If the little golden retriever Caesar is the benefactor who came to mix his qualifications, and his brother Lu Mingfei is the coolie who was pulled in, then it is obvious that Chu Zihang in front of him must be the main force of this mission.

Even if it is a school with little reputation, it will always recruit some powerful international students as its own signature.

Obviously, in Old Tang's mind, Chu Zihang must be Kassel's signature, and he will be added to the elites in the column of famous alumni in the future.

After saying hello to Chu Zihang, Old Tang bypassed him and gave Lu Mingfei a hug: "Boy, I didn't expect that we meet again."

"Old Tang, I heard from Uncle De." Lu Mingfei was a little embarrassed: "I didn't expect it to be you."

"Anyway, I'm fine now, and I just happened to be a bodyguard." Old Tang slapped his head as he said, "Look at my memory, I'll take out the equipment first."

With that said, Old Tang flew to his car, took out a rifle from the trunk and carried it on his back, pulled out a pistol from the sundries and put it on his waist, and walked back with a box of ammunition in his hand. .

"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 also replied in English. Old Tang heard a hint of Italian from his accent, and he roughly understood Caesar's identity in his heart.

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-fronted truck is usually very spacious. Some American drivers even add refrigerators, single beds and other furniture to the front of the car to convert it into a small RV.

Although the truck prepared by the academy looked a little old, and the cabin smelled of leather, it was also spacious inside. If the rear seats were folded flat, four people could sleep side by side.

As a bodyguard, Old Tang naturally sat in the co-pilot's 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. Seeing that the two people behind him had finished, he said to Old Tang next to him:

"Fasten your seatbelts and get ready to go."

Old Tang adjusted the positions of some firearms, and after fastening his seat belt, he gestured ok to Chu Zihang. In the back row, Lu Mingfei recalled the rumors about Chu Zihang, and put on his seat belt silently.

Accompanied by the roar of the engine, the truck started slowly. The goods to be loaded had been waiting in the back compartment for a long time, and a group of four people started on the road like this.

Kassel College was already in the suburbs. The truck went down the mountain and went very smoothly. Old Tang couldn't hold back his inner curiosity and looked at the cool handsome guy next to him.

"By the way," Old Tang looked at Chu Zihang, "Can I have a heavy vehicle driver's license without a green card?"

Looking at the road ahead, Chu Zihang replied with an unwavering expression on his face, "Chicago has a similar policy. Immigrants and international students can get driver's licenses."

Old Tang suddenly understood that being a truck driver in the United States was a tiring job, and he couldn't drive home all year round. Of course, he had 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 his head to look at Lu Mingfei who was in the back row, and said in Chinese: "Old Lu, is that little golden retriever a rich guy who came here to mix his seniority?"

Lu Mingfei lowered his head and tried his best to hold back his laughter. Of course he knew who Tang was talking about, and when Lu Mingfei tried to calm down, Caesar spoke.

"Mr. Tang, I can speak Chinese." Caesar's Chinese was very standard, and Old Tang was a little surprised for a while.

"Sorry, sorry." Old Tang quickly adjusted his expression and apologized to Caesar with a smile: "It wasn't intentional, Mr. Gattuso."

"Just call me Caesar." Caesar reclined the seat and lay there comfortably: "I grew up in Beiping 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 that Percy Gattuso told him: "Actually, my family is in the shoe business in Italy, and I need to go to Wenzhou, Zhejiang Province to purchase goods for a long time, so I stayed with my mother for a long time. In Peking."

"Isn't Italian leather shoes very famous?" Old Tang was a little puzzled: "Why do you have to go to China to buy them?"

"Put a sign on it after you buy it, and you can sell it for three times or even ten times the price." Kaiser spread his hands and replied.

Old Tang sucked in a breath of cold air, good guy, I was mistaken, this guy is not only an upstart, but also an upstart with something.

　Note: In fact, there are many Wenzhou businessmen in Italy who set up factories there to make leather shoes and leather bags.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)