my old life

Chapter 2239 Taking People's Money
Before that, Mike had been wearing a black trench coat with a stand-up collar, which would subtly give people a habit of thinking, and they would think of him when they saw a black trench coat.

But Mike deliberately gave me a black trench coat with a stand-up collar, so that I could unconsciously distinguish myself from everyone else.

I can see it as Mike looking at me differently, and it can also be seen as Mike is deliberately isolating me. If I am different, I will be rejected by others.

I know the essence of the way of power, and when I haven't convinced other people, they will inevitably be dissatisfied with me!
Similarly, if the routine is played well, not only will other people not reject me, but they will get close to me and even take the initiative to please me...

I understand the purpose of Mike giving me a windbreaker. It's not just to close the relationship, let alone shelter from the wind and cold!
Soon, under the leadership of Mike, everyone boarded the small yacht. I found that the sailors on the yacht were black monkeys from South Asia, and I couldn't tell which country they were from.

The small yacht drove towards the port at high speed, and it seemed that it was about to go ashore, but I didn't know why it was temporarily changed to a yacht.

Maybe the big yacht is too noticeable, maybe it's a cover-up... after all, I didn't see those Middle Eastern guys from yesterday.

Be prepared for extortion, and I have to say that this small yacht is much softer and sails a lot faster.

I was sitting in the cabin smoking a cigarette, the sea was very gloomy, the whole sky was gray, and I felt extraordinarily cold.

"Hawkeye, this is your card." Jennifer handed over a bank card, which was the same Swiss bank card that Mike gave me last time.

"How much money is in there?" I asked casually, then changed hands and put the card into the pocket of the windbreaker.

"100 million."

"What? How much?" I couldn't help but widen my eyes for a moment, and couldn't believe what I heard just now.

"Ten thousand and ten million dollars!" Jennifer repeated, and I nodded to show I understood, but what the hell is Mike doing?
How dare he give me 100 million dollars?Is he not afraid that I will run away?How easy is it to earn this money?

I shook my head to myself, it's impossible, this kind of thing absolutely doesn't exist.

In that gamble, I won a pair of hands with a middle-aged crew cut. At that time, I just said a buyer's money of 1000 million US dollars, but I never planned to get this money!

"Mike never treats his friends badly, he is very optimistic about you!" Jennifer said in a low voice, which most likely meant what Mike meant.

I know it's a good show, but I don't know what the hell Mike is doing, how can he really give me 1000 million?

Since I came out to wander around, all my savings and wealth have not reached 1000 million, and Mike gave me a 'blow in the head' as soon as he made a move!
As the saying goes, take other people's money to eliminate disasters for others, what does he want me to do for him?If you think about it with your toes, you know that it is definitely not good for your physical and mental health.

At this moment, I feel that the bank card in my pocket is like a hot potato. There are only two possibilities for Mike to give me this card... Either the card has no money and he deliberately lied to me, or he thinks I am worth 1000 million!

But would someone like Mike use a bank card with no money to trick me?If I check the balance of the card, won't he give up?

etc!I suddenly felt that something was not right, Mike would not give me an empty card with no money.

I know the truth that the more money, the more tricks, either Mike is sure to get the money back, or this is a temptation!
They just got closer to each other last night, and today it's a windbreaker and a bank card. If this is not a routine, what else can it be?
"Thank you Mike for me." I turned my head and said something to Jennifer, who was Mike's close dog.

"Why don't you tell it yourself?"

"Men are always embarrassed, you should know." I smiled shyly, and she shrugged undeniably.

"We will go ashore in a while, remember to say hi when we say hello."

"Where is this place?" I asked curiously, thinking that I couldn't come to America, could I?
I lowered my head and glanced at the time on my watch. It was more than two o'clock now, but it was morning here.

I can't tell if the time on my watch is [-]:[-] noon or [-]:[-] am in Hawaii, the time difference is either six hours or eighteen hours!

"This is the Philippines."

"Huh? Does the Philippines speak English?" I asked curiously. Judging from the time difference, I should be able to reach this area.

Because of the division of latitude lines, the Philippines and Midtown are both in the East Eighth District time zone, so the time difference calculation can be corrected.

"Most people can understand, as long as others don't read you say BOBO, then you can keep silent with a smile."

As soon as I heard this, I understood that BOBO and Zhang Dayi are both curse words. I didn’t expect the first Filipino words I learned to be swear words...

Except for Sawadeeka who says hello in Thai, the Thai words I learned are swollen and muggles, which are not good words anyway.

Half an hour later, the yacht approached the port, and it was impossible to tell where this place was through the outline of the buildings, all of which were high-rise buildings of reinforced concrete.

But as soon as you land, you can know where it is. After all, the countries that can be reached are completely different with the time difference of six hours and eighteen hours!
For a landlubber like me, it is very difficult to distinguish the course in the vast sea, at most it is to use the position of the sun to judge east, west, south, north.

My watch time will not be wrong, and the approximate time difference can be calculated by combining the watch time with the local time, so as to judge my location and time zone.

Soon the yacht approached the port. The speed of this yacht was very fast and the terrain was very accurate. It should be a local yacht.

When the yacht docked, everyone started to disembark one after another, and there were black monkeys with thin bodies and dark skin everywhere they looked.

In the distance, you can also see trees with a strong tropical style. Judging from the local weather, it should not be wrong. It is not America anyway.

There are people waiting to greet you at the port. It looks like an authentic black monkey, and greets Mike warmly as soon as they meet.

I don't know how many contacts Mike has, it seems that he has friends wherever he goes, which is something I can't envy.

It is necessary to go through inspection and registration at the port, but there is no one to ask if there are acquaintances leading the way. It seems that the inspection of stowaways is not strict here... In other words, who will smuggle into the Philippines?

Under the leadership of the black monkey to the parking lot, English letters can be seen on the rusty billboard, as well as a photo of a South Asian woman.

It is estimated that it should be an advertisement made by a celebrity or the like, but I disagree with the aesthetic point of view. Maybe this is the aesthetic difference caused by cultural differences.

A row of white Toyota bullies are waiting, and black monkeys greet everyone to get on the car, which looks relatively high-end.

The car drove all the way and didn't know where to go. The road was lined with tropical trees. It looked similar to Hawaii, but it always felt dirty.

Occasionally, someone can be seen climbing a tree on the side of the road, with a hemp rope tied around his waist. I don’t know what he is doing, and he can also see a large area of ​​green vegetation.

Except for some reinforced concrete buildings around the port, it feels that the buildings here are very dilapidated, giving people the first impression of the old city.

I don't know which port I came from, where I am now, and where I'm going next.

Because of the language barrier, he couldn't ask the black monkey who was driving, so he could only look at the street outside through the car window.

It is not difficult to see from the brand and newness of the cars on the street that this place is not developed and there are no luxury cars on the road.

After about an hour's drive, the car came to a lush hill with a whole row of villas on the hillside, which looked absolutely upscale!

I don't know if these villas are Mike's real estate here, but I feel that Mike can eat wherever he goes, at least he doesn't need to stay in a hotel.

There is a black protective fence at the entrance of the villa. The height of the fence is about two meters. The fence is wrapped with iron wires, giving people a sense of inaccessibility.

There are more than a dozen security guards standing at the gate. It seems that the guards here are very strict, even a little beyond the normal range...

It doesn't feel like a private place, but a public place. Is it a casino built on the mountainside?
(End of this chapter)