Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Old theater.

The stage was singing babblingly, and Zhao Sanle walked in with his two younger brothers.

"Guest, have you made a reservation?"

"Mr. Zhao" Zhao Sanle said softly from his mouth.

"Please follow me."

After that, he shouted loudly: "There is Mr. Zhao in the private room upstairs!"

Zhao Sanle didn't say much. He followed the man upstairs. When he arrived at the door of the private room, he said to the two younger brothers who were following him: "You guys stand guard at the door."

Seeing the younger brother's response, Zhao Sanle straightened his clothes, then bent down and gently opened the curtain, stretched out his hand and knocked lightly on the small door of the private room.

There was no movement inside, so Zhao Sanle knocked again. After waiting for half a minute, there was no movement. After two consecutive calls, Zhao Sanle opened the door curiously.

When he opened the door, he saw a person sitting inside.

He didn't even dare to take a breath, so he entered the room sideways.

"boss".

Zhao Sanle lowered his voice and said.

"Are you looking for me?" Gu Siwei looked at the little girl singing on the stage below.

It's not that the little girl is good-looking, but that the little girl sings well. Gu Siwei doesn't know what is good about her singing, but he thinks her voice is good, as clear and crisp as an oriole, and very pleasant to the ears.

"Boss, I want to do some side business here. I won't do it here but do it in the United States. Aren't they in the United States? They have nothing to do. They have to find something to do. This business is over there. But the money is very profitable. They said that if they can transport the goods from here to there, there will be a lot of profit... When they come back, they can bring some American goods back and make money on both sides."

Now Gu Siwei has never heard of the words "big profits". Now he is short of money and has smoke coming out of his throat.

"Oh, how much can you earn from one trip? How are you going to sell the goods?" Gu Siwei asked.

When Zhao Sanle heard this, he immediately thought there was something interesting.

"It's easy to get the goods, but I haven't found a way to transport them from here to the United States. Could you please..."

Gu Siwei finally understood why Zhao Sanle was so anxious to see him. It turned out that he wanted him to help transport the goods.

The goods this guy was transporting were nothing more than illegal immigrants.

Nowadays, if a person wants to immigrate to the United States, he has to spend money. Gu Siwei doesn't know how much a person has to pay to the smuggler, but seeing how interested Zhao Sanle is, he knows that there is a lot of money.

Nowadays, there are more people in Hong Kong who want to escape. Those who have access to the city will take the regular route. Those who have no other access will naturally take abnormal routes because they are afraid of the liquidation in the north. Therefore, for a while, people who sneak into the west will Suddenly there were more.

Zhao Sanle was eager for this business, but he really had no way, or he hadn't found a way for a while, and now the business was coming in a hurry, so he thought of the boss.

When Zhao Sanle said this, he was really worried. He learned from a few people that he and the others arrived in the United States without knowing it. It was as smooth as a vacation. He knew that his boss was very good at this. Of course , he also knew how powerful his boss's methods and background were, but he didn't dare to think about it. He only knew that from now on, his boss would be his father, Zhao Sanle.

"Don't get involved here, don't get involved at all. Try to separate yourself and don't have any contact with the goods. You just need to know where the goods are. I will send someone to pick up the goods and then transport them to the United States. When you ask someone to pick up the goods, remember, whether you are picking up the goods or receiving the goods, you have to arrange a few scapegoats..."

Gu Siwei talked about his arrangements.

Gu Siwei's arrangement was very simple. The scapegoat would pick up the goods, but the scapegoat didn't know what kind of goods he was picking up. Once he received it and put it away, there would be nothing to do with the scapegoat. When the time came, Gu Siwei would pick up the goods and deliver them. When the goods arrived in the United States, he Bian didn't show up either.

The entire contact is the newspaper, the missing person notice in the newspaper, whether it is receiving or delivering goods, all contacts are through the newspaper. In this way, even if you want to arrest someone, there must be several steps. If there is a problem in any link, you can be contacted. Zhao Sanle succeeded in cutting himself off from these connections.

This time, Zhao Sanle was frightened again, and he thought to himself: The boss does this all the time. You see, I made the arrangements as soon as I told him. I have never even thought of doing this to Zhao Sanle in his next life. I can’t even think of it.

Zhao Sanle didn't know that this was what Gu Siwei saw in the documentary. For smuggling, whether it was faces or people, it was better to hide it.

When he thought of doing bad things, Gu Siwei's spirit suddenly improved again, and his mood also became happy. As for those who are going to steal to the United States, whether they are Southeast Asians or Hong Kong people, Gu Siwei doesn't care. They are devoted to the United States and become Americans. What does it have to do with him? Gu Siwei must give him enough money. New York Gu Siwei It can be delivered to you!

Now that the matter is settled, Zhao Sanle is ready to leave.

"good!"

Gu Siwei, who was in a good mood, cheered loudly at the little girl singing downstairs.

The theater fans sitting in the lobby below all looked up to see what kind of idiot was sitting in the private room!

It's just that they couldn't see Gu Siwei from anywhere, and even if they could see him, they couldn't recognize Gu Siwei's appearance.

"When I go out later, I will buy two flower baskets for this little girl. This voice sings so well!" Gu Siwei ignored the people below and said to Zhao Sanle.

Zhao Sanle nodded immediately upon hearing this.

"Forget the two flower baskets. I heard that your kid has made a lot of money during this period. Buy ten of them! I know you haven't read any books. If you have time, come and listen to more plays. It's reasonable to do so." Gu Siwei continued. One sentence.

From Pan Baofeng's words, Gu Siwei knew that Zhao Sanle had been a bit cocky during this period. Once a small person gained power, he would inevitably be a little arrogant. This was also normal. If he had been cautious, Gu Siwei would have been even more worried.

Now it’s okay to just bang it out loud.

When Zhao Sanle heard this, he immediately started sweating on his forehead and said repeatedly: "Yes, boss, I'll go right away."

After speaking, Zhao Sanle turned around and found that his boss was gone. He seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. After taking a breath of cold air, he walked out the door, turned around and closed the door carefully. Even though there was no one in the room, he still looked respectful. He took two steps back, said "I'm leaving", and then turned around.

The two followers were stunned. Now Brother Le also has people who are afraid. Look, this is not just ordinary fear.

Zhao Sanle didn't want to explain anything and went downstairs directly.

After going downstairs, he went directly to the waiter and took out a few gold bulls: "Send ten flower baskets to the girl on the stage!"

At this moment, the waiter's eyes lit up. He opened his mouth and shouted to the stage: "Mr. Zhao in the private room upstairs is sending ten flower baskets!"

Zhao Sanle didn't stay still anymore and left the theater directly.

He found a way to make money, and it seemed that he could get the money back pretty quickly. Gu Siwei felt better. When he felt good, he remembered that he had borrowed some diesel from the British military camp. When he felt good, he thought about it. It had to be put on the agenda, so after dinner in the evening, in the middle of the night, Gu Siwei made an excuse to fall asleep, but in fact he had already jumped out of the house.

The place is really easy to find. If you are a Hong Konger, you will know where this place is. Later, this place was turned into a park and its buildings became historical buildings.

Gu Siwei hummed a little tune, wrapped himself in the shadows, and walked happily towards the military camp.

As I walked, I came to the entrance of a small alley.

Gu Siwei saw an unpleasant scene. Two British guys were surrounding a Chinese girl. It was obvious that the two British guys were a little drunk and were a little dishonest.

"Don't be like this, help, help!" The girl tried to run away while blocking her, but she was no match for the two men.

Although it was a little late now, there were still people on the street, but many people saw the two British people and pretended not to see them, or turned their heads or quickened their pace.

Gu Siwei couldn't bear this. He was originally in a good mood, but now his mood suddenly dropped below freezing point.

"Let go, you white-skinned pigs!"

Gu Siwei said in English.

"What?"

As soon as they heard someone calling them a white-skinned pig, the two foreigners immediately pounced on Gu Siwei.

Gu Siwei originally came out to cause trouble. When he saw the two people rushing towards him, he took out the space guy without saying a word.

Ta-ta-ta!

After a round of beating, the two foreign drunkards were almost reduced to a sieve.

With Gu Siwei's move, not only did he clean up two foreign drunkards, but the people on the street were instantly stunned.

Gu Siwei is now wearing a hat and a big windbreaker, holding a "typewriter" that is still emitting white smoke.

"What are you looking at! I have never seen anyone killing foreign devils. Tell those foreign devils that murderers are always powerful!"

Gu Siwei suddenly remembered Chang Wei's story about hitting Laifu, so he reported Chang Wei's name.

Wow!

The stupid people came to their senses and immediately screamed loudly, and some even ran towards Gu Siwei like headless flies.

Gu Siwei put away the "typewriter".

He disappeared into the night in a few steps.

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the guy instantly became lively.

It was already close to the military camp, so the British troops in the military camp quickly gathered and came here with weapons.

When Gu Siwei arrived at the military camp, he discovered a problem, that is, he didn't know where they kept the diesel, which meant that Gu Siwei didn't know where their oil depot was.

However, Gu Siwei had space in hand and plenty of time, so he was not in a hurry. Anyway, there were only a few buildings, so he took his time looking for them.

As a result, the oil depot was not found, but the gun depot was found by him.

What's there to be polite about? Just pick up the ones that look good and take them.

After taking some arms, Gu Siwei continued to look for someone else's oil depot, but he couldn't find the oil depot. Suddenly, he was discovered by a secret sentry in the military camp.

So there was another exchange of fire.

Gu Siwei naturally had nothing to do and escaped unscathed, but he couldn't find the diesel and was in a bad mood.

Gu Siwei went home to sleep, but the British people in Hong Kong couldn't sleep tonight. Two British people were raped in the street, and it was damn Thomson. Now the British people in Hong Kong heard Thomson's His voice trembled.

Gu Siwei slept until dawn and felt very at ease, but when he woke up his face was bitter.