Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

When Song Wenbin saw the young man in front of him, it was almost difficult to connect him with the "nephew who does big things" in Kirk's words. He looked quite low-key, wearing an ordinary gray jacket and jeans. The kind that no one in the pile would notice at all.

"Hello, Teacher Yan, I'm late."

As soon as the young man came up, he enthusiastically held Song Wenbin's hand and said eagerly: "I have heard that my uncle told you about you. I still can't believe it. Today I actually saw a real person. You are just as dazzling as in the video." !”

Song Wenbin didn't know how a grown man could be so dazzling, but when he saw the other party's enthusiasm, he extended his hand warmly, "Hello, hello."

"This is my nephew, Paul Kerik. He is a big businessman here."

When the farmer Bob introduced his nephew, he was even a little humble and embarrassed, which made Song Wenbin have to brace up and face this young man who was meeting him for the first time seriously.

"Teacher Yan, can you speak English now?"

This fan seems to know Song Wenbin’s past very well.

Song Wenbin did not answer in a hurry. He gave the 500 US dollars he earned to a photographer in the team and asked him to take the money to the restaurant owner who once gave them a free meal. Then he said: "I learned a lesson recently." Some, work needs it, there is no other way..."

"You are indeed my idol. I am really impressed by Shibie Sanri." Paul praised highly: "Teacher Yan who keeps improving is really admirable."

Song Wenbin couldn't bear the other party's flattery, so he raised his hand to stop him: "There is no need to say more. Since you are my fan, you must also know my work. I am traveling now. I didn't bring any money for this mission. I I will work all the way until my destination, the US-Mexico border. So, if you have any work, you can introduce it to me, as long as it allows me to reach my destination safely."

"That's exactly what I'm here for."

Paul looked around and asked: "But...if I can take the liberty to ask, where are your teammates, Sutina and Huo Yu?"

"If you have watched the show We Are, you should know that we often work separately." Teacher Yan said nonchalantly: "They have their own filming tasks."

"I see."

Paul stood up, looked at the nearby photographer, and said: "Teacher Yan, I did encounter a very complicated problem. Maybe only you can solve this problem. However, I don't want to talk about this here. You can follow me alone." Come for a visit?"

Teacher Yan shook his head, his body motionless.

"Sorry, this is the only one that is not allowed. Anyone who wants my help must accept the fact that the cameraman is by my side. This is my job. If there is no camera, I will not exist. This is A matter of principle."

"This…"

Paul's expression showed hesitation.

Bob Kirk on the side said quickly: "Paul, Teacher Yan is really awesome. I originally thought I was going to lose money to death this year, but when he came, he solved my inventory problem in less than a week and helped me make money." Over $5000."

Paul remained silent and silent.

"You know, people all over the city are looking for bananas everywhere! Good guy, I have never seen such a scene in my 50 years of life. He is a born genius. If you miss it..."

Bob made money and kept saying good things to Song Wenbin.

"I know Teacher Yan is very powerful...but...do we really have to bring a photographer?" Paul pleaded.

"They must be taken with them, and they must be kept safe, otherwise I won't go anywhere or do anything." Teacher Yan answered indifferently and decisively.

When Wei Ning heard what Song Wenbin said, his breathing became rapid, his face flushed, and his waist straightened up. He felt that the heavy shooting task was nothing more than this.

After a pause, Teacher Yan continued: "It has nothing to do with you that we film ours. Our programs will not even be launched in foreign countries, and the Chinese have never been in the habit of interfering with foreign countries, so please don't worry."

"Ok."

Paul spread his hands helplessly, "If you insist, then bring the photographer with you."

He snapped his fingers, and two young men immediately came to the door, guarding the door respectfully.

Paul stood up, bowed slightly and said, "Teacher Yan, this is not the place for us to talk. This place is too small and remote. Please come with me."

Song Wenbin stood up with his photographer and followed Paul outside the farm.Here, there were several black Mercedes-Benz parked on the dilapidated dirt road, led by a Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

These cars may not be uncommon in S City, where luxury cars are everywhere, but in Central America, in such a poor and backward place, Song Wenbin was really surprised.

Paul's younger brother was standing by the car. When he saw Song Wenbin coming over, he took the initiative to open the door for him.Unlike Paul, who dressed simply, his younger brother wore gold and silver, had facial piercings, and tattoos all over his arms. He looked very tough.

After the group of people sat down, the convoy slowly started. They soon left the farm and this small Central American city, heading all the way towards a deeper unknown.

After two hours of driving, Mercedes-Benz brought Song Wenbin to a small local airport. The airport was very backward and the runway was made of gravel. However, where the car stopped, there were two rotating helicopters parked there.

Song Wenbin looked at the helicopter and the primitive environment next to the airport. He felt like Dr. Connor who was about to go to Dinosaur Island in Jurassic Park.

"Teacher Yan, there's still a little way to go, we'll be there soon!"

After Paul got out of the car, he pressed his head and said loudly.

The strange thing is that Song Wenbin found that he didn't have much resistance. Although he was led around by strangers like this, he was not afraid that these people could hurt him. Of course, he was not afraid of hurting these people either. , if possible, he wouldn’t mind at all.

Soon, the helicopter took off, and the land of Central America quickly shrank into green pointed hills, and among those hills were flowing rivers.Song Wenbin didn't know if there were Huo Yu and Su Tina's movement tracks anywhere within sight. Intellectually, he didn't want to think about it, but it was a pity that his sensibility did not obey the command of reason.

With a touch of worry, the flight time flew by quickly, and soon the helicopter landed in a valley surrounded by mountains. The valley environment was very beautiful.In the flat valley bottom, there are carpets of identical vegetation, like green lakes.

The helicopter landed near a very elegant farmhouse. The manor covers a very large area, like a village. It is wrapped in patches of tropical plants, with low wooden buildings everywhere, and people working hard among the vegetation. farmer.

Some children who ran past and played looked curiously at the group of people who got off the helicopter, and some even came up to hug Paul.

After entertaining several children passing by, Paul and Song Wenbin apologized: "Teacher, it's been a hard journey. I hope you didn't feel uncomfortable because of the bumps on the road."

"It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable..."

Song Wenbin looked at the green fields around him.There is a kind of plant planted in that field. They look like camellias. The short ones are one meter high and the tall ones are more than four meters high.The mountains and plains are like a rugged ocean.

"Coca, Teacher Wei, coca leaves."

Paul answered honestly.

Even though he had expected it, Song Wenbin couldn't help but feel his heart sinking when he actually saw such a scene.

The photographer next to him could not help but start to tremble. Wei Ning was relatively calm. Perhaps he had followed Song Wenbin the most and had experienced a lot, but some other photographers were so shaken that they could no longer hold their machines.

"Teacher Wei, are you unhappy?" Paul asked with concern. "It's just coca. I thought it was poppy." Teacher Yan smiled calmly.

"It's not that there's nothing, it's just that I'm not personally in charge of that project. I personally don't like the project of fighting and killing."

Paul said calmly: "Besides, these leaves are supplied to formal institutions such as hospitals and research institutions. Teacher Wei, don't worry,"

Song Wenbin shuddered.

I hate the teacher but I am excited.

"Good guy, are the ingredients of my fans so complicated now...?" Teacher Yan looked at the green coca leaves and couldn't help but said to himself: "Forget about Brahmins and farmers, they are so poisonous now. The owls are here, it’s truly the information age.”

Although the extract of coca leaves is only cocaine, it is still a prohibited contraband internationally, and the man in front of you has planted hundreds of acres of this stuff here, and it is impossible to supply anything so-called regular even with your toes. channel.It was impossible for him to believe these words.

As he was talking, several young women came next to him, dressed like servants in ancient times. They were carrying plates with some drinks and some inexplicable green leaf wrappers. Some white or red things looked like chewing tobacco that Song Wenbin had seen in India.

"Teacher Yan, our conversation later is very important. Do you want to refresh your mind first?" Paul took out the green leaf wrapper from the plate and asked.

Song Wenbin glanced at the thing and asked, "What is this?"

“In the 16th century, Spanish explorers noticed that the natives of South America chewed products containing coca plant leaves to refresh themselves. They burned and ground the scallop or oyster shells and mixed the powdered residue with coca leaves. , made into small balls, dried and chewed, I often eat some when I am tired from work, which can refresh my mind.”

Song Wenbin shook his head and said: "You can kill me, but before I die, please give me a beef cheeseburger."

Paul was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. He swallowed the green leaves himself, then waved his hand and the maid holding the plate stepped back.

"Teacher Wei, I'm serious. I won't force you to try something you don't want to try. I'm looking for you this time because I really want you to help me."

"Help, what help? Let me help you fd." Song Wenbin said with a touch of sarcasm.

Perhaps sensing Song Wenbin's sarcasm, the smile on Paul's face disappeared, and he said seriously: "Listen, Teacher Wei, I know you don't really like my work. But in fact, what I do is justice. Yes, it’s also valuable.”

What?
Song Wenbin was stunned. Even though he was well-informed, he couldn't help but feel outrageous at this moment.

Selling cocaine may make a lot of money, but it has nothing to do with justice.

"I have to say, you feel very good about yourself."

Song Wenbin said cautiously.

"Hahaha~" After laughing, Paul said seriously: "Many people have said this, but I don't feel good about myself. It makes sense for me to do this."

"Row."

Song Wenbin gave a thumbs up: "I'm all ears."

Paul didn't care how sincere the disgusted teacher in front of him was. Instead, he looked at the camera and said matter-of-factly: "Ever since I can remember, this land has been ravaged by violence and chaos almost forever. Gangsters, criminals, murder, drugs, the list goes on.

When I was very young, several members of my family died in gang fights. You may not be able to imagine this, but it is all true to me.

Now that I have grown up, I swear that this chaos must end in my lifetime! ! "

Song Wenbin: ...

Paul turned his head, pressed Song Wenbin's shoulder, and said: "For more than ten years, I have been working hard, but with little success, but maybe out of pity, God sent you to me, Teacher Yan, I think Having watched many of your programs, I think you have devilish power, so I hope you can help me! Help me complete this great idea!!"

Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He opened his eyes wide and asked, "Brother, you made my blood boil. Whether I have the power of the devil or not is a matter of course. But... this kind of thing... don't talk about me." Well, even if you bring Satan here, there’s nothing you can do.”

"No, Satan exists, and he's in Mexico."

Paul took a deep breath and said in a solemn tone: "The biggest leader in our area today is still the Mara Gang established by the Mexican Mossese. The Mara Gang transports thousands of tons of various drugs to North America every year. They Controls almost all sales channels, but never wants to see my products."

"your product…"

As a businessman, Song Wenbin really didn't want to hear the word product from this colleague.

"Yes, they favor methamphetamine, poppy extract, and such things. But they scorn cocaine." Paul said sadly.

"Why... why?"

Song Wenbin asked stammeringly.

This conversation was more explosive than he imagined.

"Because it's not strong enough."

Paul said with an indifferent look.

"Good guy..."

Song Wenbin murmured.

In an instant, Paul regained his composure and said: "But I have already seen that the Mexican empire is actually on the verge of disintegration. Since the leader of the Mara gang died of pneumonia the year before last, his successor is not perfect. To control this land, on the contrary, he acted crazy and extreme, and even the DEA did not look down on him. It was only a matter of time before he was destroyed. But in the final analysis, the products they sold were too harmful to this land and to this place. All the people are!”

Paul said righteously.

"Good guy..."

Song Wenbin marveled: "Then what are you going to do?"

At this point, Paul took Teacher Yan's hand with deep affection and said expectantly: "Teacher Yan, I hope you can become my lobbyist and go to Mexico with me to persuade the leader of the Maratha gang to give up methamphetamine. and traditional poppy, specializing in cocaine!”

Song Wenbin got goosebumps from him. He felt that he was crazy to have such a conversation.

"No...you asked me to sell this thing? You really fucking asked me..."

"Of course! Teacher Yan, if you can sell bananas for gold, you can also sell cocaine for the price of heroin, right?" Paul looked at Song Wenbin, his body trembling with excitement: "Not only can you make money this way, It can also alleviate the physical health of drug addicts across North America, which is a huge blessing, isn’t it?”

Song Wenbin looked at him and couldn't help but cursed in Chinese: "CNM..."