my old life

Chapter 2223
I watched the yacht coming straight towards this side, and the distance was getting closer and closer. I had a bad feeling in my heart, I couldn't say it but I could feel it!
The yacht was getting closer and closer, and the bad premonition in my heart was getting stronger and stronger. For some reason, I suddenly felt like I was waiting to be classified in the kingdom of drug lords.

After 10 minutes, the yacht began to approach the large yacht I was on. It looked like a medium-sized yacht with a set of numbers sprayed on the bow.

I leaned on the railing and watched quietly. The two yachts were not too close, probably because they were afraid of colliding.

On the yacht opposite, you can see some tadpole texts, and there are a few guys with heads covered standing on the deck of the cabin. It looks like a typical Middle Eastern dress.

They give me the feeling that they are Rab, the water pig I met in the Tiger City of Sioux City, the guy who opened his mouth and shut up and said 'no'...

Raab is a fake Middle Eastern guy, but these should be real, as can be seen from their skin color and appearance.

In my opinion, people who wear white robes and cover their heads are Middle Easterners. I can't tell their countries and regions, nor their beliefs and habits.

But one thing I know very well, Middle Eastern guys are very rich!
Looking at the guys on the opposite yacht with their heads covered, I thought to myself that these Middle Eastern guys are here to gamble, right?What a fat water fish that must be?
Soon someone brought out some large boxes from the cabin, and they all looked like suitcases made of good materials. At a glance, there were about seven or eight of them.

Those boxes look like they contain daily necessities, but in a place like gambling boats, I wonder if they are filled with cash, right?
If anyone can use these boxes to hold cash, then they must have encountered a big water fish!But the same big water fish can easily become piranhas, because the richer the smarter!
Rich local tyrants always give people a feeling that they are stupid and have a lot of money. In fact, to be rich, you have to go through a process first, and this process will eliminate people without brains.

Now I don't know where this is, but I know it's near Hawaii, not more than one time zone away.

I met Middle Eastern guys here, I am afraid they came from nearby areas. If I hadn't used the time difference to calculate, I would have been fooled by them easily!
"Hey Hawkeye!" Someone called me at this moment, and when I looked back, it was Jones and Jennifer.

I thought to myself that it would be no good for these two people to appear together. One is an oil bottle and the other is a scheming bitch. I have not been in contact for a long time but I can see it clearly!
"Watching the sea blowing by myself!" Jones came over and patted me on the shoulder. In fact, I really hate other people's hands and feet, especially among my peers.

"What's the matter?" I took out a cigarette and handed it over, curious about Jones.

He doesn't know how to gamble, and he has no special skills. I don't know what kind of role he will play in Mike's magic troupe... It can't just rely on being able to use two-handed magic, right?
"Our friend Abdullah is here, a Saudi, this guy is very rich!" Jennifer pointed to the yacht opposite, and those people were busy arranging things at the moment.

"Who is Abdullah? Is he a friend of Mike's?" I asked curiously, and Jennifer nodded immediately.

Before that, I heard from Bai Xingchen that there was a Middle Eastern guy in Mike's magic group, and he was probably the middle man in the formation.

"This guy is so rich that he still comes out to do things? Does he still need to make money?" I joked, and some things can be understood after thinking about it.

"You don't know, this guy is very interesting, and he will show off his wealth to you when we meet!" Jennifer said with a smile on her face, but I didn't have the slightest sense of intimacy.

I know that Jennifer is a standard scheming whore, she comes to me whenever she has something to do, and to put it bluntly, she is trying to win over Mike.

"Show off your wealth? I was born in Kyushu, what kind of show off have I never seen?"

As soon as Jennifer said this, she was dumbfounded for a moment. Jones looked at me inexplicably, and I immediately waved my hand and smiled, indicating that I was just joking.

I know the Middle Eastern guys are rich, but if you want to show off your wealth, I can see it more... If you see anything too much, you will develop immunity, no wonder!

"You really know how to joke!" Jennifer teased, but I didn't mean to be joking.

As the saying goes, people are poor and ambitious, but the era of talking about backbone and ambition has long passed, and money has become the only criterion for measuring a person's success.

Now rich people fart all the truth, and those who have no money say no matter how much truth they fart... This is the reality!

Soon a few Middle Eastern guys on the opposite yacht boarded the boat, and those big boxes were also moved to the boat. I knew that the water fish had come!
It is not difficult to see their identities from the posture of these people. They must be gamblers who can board the ship. This scene is really eye-catching!

Mike is capable of attracting gamblers through various relationships, and it is also capable of making people willing to participate in the gambling game... It feels like Mike is a world-class launderer.

"Abdullah is here, let's go over and say hello."

"Forget it, go ahead and I won't go. I'm going to take a nap while the weather is fine." I declined Jennifer's invitation, and I didn't have the heart to meet anyone.

"This is Mike's meaning, we must let you pass."

When I heard Jennifer's words, I felt very upset. This is not an invitation, but a threat from Chiguoguo!

"Okay, let's go!" I knew that I was not qualified to refuse Mike, and I still had to do some things.

When I came to the cabin on the first floor, there were already many people here. I didn't expect the guy from Square Seven to be there, but I didn't see the middle-aged flat head and other people.

It is estimated that the middle-aged flat head must be sent back to recuperate from his injuries. If the seven of diamonds stays, it proves that they are in the same group. Mike has a loophole in this game!

When I saw the seven of squares, I could only pretend not to see it. I don’t know how Mike is going to make it through. If he doesn’t explain it, he will break the trick himself!
A few guys with their heads covered looked very Middle Eastern. They were dressed in long robes with a headband on their heads, and they all had beards on their faces.

I don't understand the language they speak, but they have jewel rings on their fingers, and there are shining chains around their necks. I don't know if they are gold necklaces.

In my hometown, I have seen people with thick gold necklaces on dog chains, so I don’t think there is anything new about it.

After some pleasantries, several Middle Eastern guys were taken to the lounge, and the remaining Middle Eastern guy who did not leave should be one of Mike's magic troupe.

"Hawkeye, this is our friend Abdullah."

Mike got up and introduced it to me. I nodded as a greeting. He came over and touched my shoulder and the top of my head, chattering without knowing what to say.

This Abdullah feels like a magic stick to me, and I don’t know what he’s talking about...

Meeting each other for the first time is regarded as greeting each other, but the greeting doesn't have to be so long, right?
"Jennifer, what is he talking about?" I turned my head and asked in a low voice, and Jennifer's expression was a little strange.

"He is praying for you, begging to protect you."

When I heard this, I thought there was nothing wrong with it, but Jennifer's face turned slightly red, and she was trying to suppress a smile!

"Could he be begging for a job cleaning the toilet for me? I can't do this..."

I laughed and joked, and suddenly the Middle Eastern guy in front of me stared at me with wide eyes, and the expression on his face became ferocious!
He looked at me grumblingly and didn't know what he was talking about, but his eyes were very fierce and unfriendly at all, I put away my smile and took a few steps back subconsciously.

I never accept blessings from unknown sources, and I also don't accept inexplicable anger, and I always feel a sense of déjà vu.

"Hawkeye, Abdullah said that he has asked the true God for you, and the true God said that you will have bad luck in the near future!"

"Then you ask him, can I ask him to crack it?"

Jennifer translated it, and when I saw Abdullah nodding, I knew he was a magician, [-]% a magician!

I've seen a lot of people like him in my hometown!
Set up a stall at the entrance of the park or on both sides of the sidewalk if you have nothing to do, and everyone will tell you that if you are not lucky recently, there will be bloody disasters...

But no matter what kind of bad luck and troubles, as long as you give money, you will definitely be able to solve them. To put it bluntly, they are all routines!
It's just that I didn't expect a Middle Eastern guy to have the skill of 'fortune-telling', so he would try to trick me as soon as we met!

(End of this chapter)