"I’ll kill another chicken."
Chapter 42 My landlord is always poor.
Takeda, the virtual city international airport, is sitting in the waiting room with some pride.
A few uncle Hua around him wore a policeman’s side expression.
From time to time, passers-by take a look here and wonder what this is about.
Is this someone important?
Being such a key note made Takeda feel very happy. He straightened up and said to his companions while enjoying the public gaze, "These policemen are really available. It seems that they are really afraid of us complaining about them … Hey hey, sure enough, people in the state are afraid of us foreigners. We are the big ye …"
Their plane was after midnight, but they didn’t dare to stay outside. They just let the police escort them to the airport waiting hall and just sat here before boarding.
They are unhappy in the past, but the attitude of Uncle Hua and others is a little balanced.
It was not until boarding that they got up and went to the sea security check.
"Take care, everyone." Uncle Hua smiled and sent them away with a very respectful attitude.
Takeda walked past proudly and said, "If Huajun comes to Fusang, please let us entertain him."
Uncle Hua grinned.
"Ah, I’m going back. Suddenly I’m a little reluctant to leave." Takeda said
"Uncle Hua, shall we go back?" Next to a small police quickly asked.
It’s already midnight, and they have just been watched like monkeys for a long time. They have long wanted to leave. They don’t understand why Uncle Hua must wait here.
"Wait a minute," Uncle Hua said, and then took out his mobile phone. "I just said that those three people have passed."
Uncle Hua hung up and still looked at the direction of the security door.
At this time, I suddenly heard a drip sound at the security door. The security personnel frowned and said something pointing to the small boarding box in Takeda’s hand.
Takeda is holding his head high and yelling at the security personnel with a face of impatience and wanting to break through.
Someone came up and asked to check Takeda’s luggage. Takeda was still tough, pointing to the security personnel and cursing something.
And then a second later, someone hit the ground.
"You can’t do this. I’m from Fusang. I’m an executive of Frost Winery …" Takeda’s voice echoed with people, but it has been dragged away.
Beside him, two Fusang people were shivering, facing the people who were waiting for the sea, and handed over their luggage. Several security guards frowned and found a few bottles and jars, then motioned for them to follow.
"Uh, Uncle Hua, what did you do?" Several small policemen wondered.
"I didn’t do anything. I mean, a few people may carry unauthorized things on board, so that security colleagues can pay more attention."
Then Uncle Hua said faintly, "Sometimes even the bad guys should be as patient as raising a child … You spoil the child and then let him out, and naturally someone will help you teach him a lesson."
Several policemen covered their mouths and snickered. No wonder Uncle Hua was so respectful that he was waiting here.
Takeda is a spoiled child, right?
When crossing the sea, the security personnel will check your luggage, and if you play dirty, of course it’s bad luck.
Besides, it’s too easy to find something suspicious. When you play rough, people will naturally think that you want to break into all suspicious places, and of course it will be magnified.
No matter how many reasons you have, you can’t stop people from checking you. What if you plan to blow up the plane?
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With uncle Hua’s special photo and his words, deeds and attitude just now, the result is self-evident
"Anyway, they can’t leave today. Let’s go back and continue to investigate. I can’t believe that we can’t find evidence!" Uncle Hua is holding a breath.
"Go!" Suddenly, the two small policemen felt tired, and they were all energetic.
When several people left, a plane rose from the ground and flew to Fusang, which was the plane that Takeda and others should take.
At the same time, a cargo ship is slowly leaving the dock dozens of kilometers away from the virtual city port cargo ship. Da Zi and Gao Ge shrink into a corner, full of longing for Fusang’s new life and getting ahead, enduring the bad breath and slow speed in the box and falling asleep.
At the same time, Zhuang’s father was chasing Zhuang all over the manor, and everyone was busy watching the play.
It was a lively night as well as a quiet night.
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Early the next morning, Dad Zhuang called producer Zhao. Not far from breakfast, he saw Dad Zhuang discussing with producer Zhao. Both of them frowned and thought that there seemed to be no train of thought.
Making wine is as simple as making it tall, strange and beautiful. That’s something to think about.