Chapter 194 The Su Su incident
Pei Shan and his group arrived at the beach in five black helicopters.
After getting off the plane, they immediately pushed the three small boats that had been hidden from the beach into the sea.
Then they boarded the boat and prepared to start their journey.
This was a very time-consuming journey because the distance between Angkui and Westan was too far.
In order to reach his destination, Pei Shan had to choose a tortuous route.
First, take a boat to Nidnoye, and then transfer to other means of transportation to Mausali.
The places you have to go through along the way are very high-risk, and the situation in many of the countries you have to pass through is very unstable.
There are countless pirates, terrorist organizations and the like.
On the way, we also bought some supplies and learned more about the next journey.
Especially in Nibomchinsa, the place had three presidents in one year and the civil war was very serious.
Finally, they arrived at the small country of Sdenoye.
There, all they had to do was find a ship that could take them to Westan.
The sea breeze was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes. The waves hit the hull from time to time, making crisp sounds.
Pei Shan stood at the bow, tightly holding the briefcase in her hand, which contained the transfer contract that Lan Yaoxia had just signed.
Her eyes were firm, as if telling herself that it was all worth it.
She raised her head and looked at the sun in the sky. The sunlight shone on her face, making her feel a little warm.
She took a deep breath, then picked up a bottle of mineral water and drank it in big gulps.
At the same time, Wu Fuhe on another boat was staring at the sea with a terribly gloomy face.
His fingers kept stroking the pistol at his waist, and his eyes flashed with a fierce light.
Wu Fuhai stood aside, patted Wu Fuhe's shoulder gently, and comforted him: "Don't think too much, she's just a woman."
However, Wu Fuhe still maintained that cold expression and did not respond to Wu Fuhai's words.
His heart was filled with anger and resentment, and he could not come to terms with Zhan Hui's death.
China——
Linhai City Lan Family——
Lan Yonggui had just returned from Susu and was now sitting in the spacious and bright hall, leisurely drinking tea.
On the other side, Wu Jun was taking a nap when she was suddenly awakened by the servant and was told that her husband had returned.
So, she hurried to the hall, sat next to Lan Yonggui, and asked with concern: "How is the progress?"
Lan Yonggui smiled, put down the teacup in his hand, and replied gently: "It's all taken care of."
He paused, then continued, "I asked Lan Qirong to prepare a toast to apologize to me."
"Now, they don't dare to cause trouble to Zijie easily."
Hearing Lan Yonggui's affirmative words, Wu Jun's heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally relaxed a little.
She breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "That's good."
Then, he asked curiously, "By the way, did your trip to Susu go smoothly? Did the elders of the tribe deliberately make things difficult for you?"
Lan Yonggui sneered and said disdainfully: "They are trying to make things difficult for me!"
Then, with a smug look on his face, he continued, "However, after I broke Lan Qirong's leg, they became like silent people and dared not say a word anymore."
"Humph, they are just a bunch of bullies who only care about the weak and fear the strong!"
At this time, Wu Jun, who was sitting nearby, heard that the matter had become so serious, and couldn't help but look worried. He asked anxiously: "Then...what does the old patriarch say?"
Lan Yonggui picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then replied nonchalantly: "Nothing much."
"He did advise me not to be too impulsive."
"But I told him directly that if I couldn't reach an agreement here, I would let the old man do it himself."
"After hearing this, he was silent for a while, then stopped talking about this matter and turned to other topics."
After saying that, Lan Yonggui drank the tea in the cup, with a hint of pride in his eyes.
Wu Jun nodded silently.
"That's true. Given the old man's temper, if he really went to Susu..."
“It’s not as simple as setting up a few tables.”
After all, Lan Wenda's reputation affects more than just their generation.
The influence is so far-reaching that even young people of Lan Yaoxia's generation have heard of it.
In various fields such as the military, business, and politics, countless people have benefited from Lan Wenda. These beneficiaries are spread across all walks of life, forming a huge and complex network of personal connections.
Such powerful connections make people feel awe and even a little fear towards him.
Therefore, everyone tried their best to avoid conflicts or frictions with Lan Wenda.
Because once you offend him, it means you offend the endless network of connections behind him.
In the past, the banquets hosted by Lan Wenda were like a symbol of status and recognition.
Those children of noble families who failed to receive an invitation often became the object of ridicule, as if they were deficient in social status and connections.
This phenomenon reflects the high regard and recognition that society at that time attached to Lan Wenda and his banquets.
At dinner time, lights flickered inside the tent and the atmosphere was harmonious.
Lan Yaoxia was sitting around a large round table with Ma Xuan and some officers from the Angkui Kingdom, enjoying a sumptuous dinner.
Ma Xuan knew that Lan Yaoxia could not adapt to the food taste of Angkui Country, so he specially prepared a series of Chinese delicacies for him.
The table was filled with tempting delicacies: the salted chicken was golden in color, with crispy skin and tender meat.
The pork with preserved vegetables is fat and lean, and melts in your mouth.
The steamed fish is tender and juicy, exuding a light fragrance.
The garlic pork has a mellow taste and rich garlic flavor.
The fried shrimps are bright red in color and delicious.
There are also various green vegetables, which are refreshing and delicious.
These ingredients are naturally difficult to find in the country of Angkui. Ma Xuan specially sent people to transport them from the country of Nanyin to satisfy Lan Yaoxia's taste buds.
In addition, since Li Jinxi claimed that she was not feeling well and needed to stay in the tent to rest, Ma Xuan also thoughtfully had someone send her an exquisite dinner.
"Master, did you really transfer a company under the group's name to Pei Shan?"
Lan Yaoxia smiled and said, "Of course not."
“Although I signed the contract and stamped my fingerprints”
"But Pei Shan forgot one thing. The contract is not stamped by the group, so it is invalid."
Ma Xuan also laughed when he heard this. "I didn't expect Pei Shan to be so stupid that she would even ignore such an important matter."
Lan Yaoxia recalled Pei Shan's appearance at that time and found it very strange, but did not think much about it.
At this time, Li Jinxi, who was supposed to rest in the tent, appeared outside the tent where Gu Yannian was imprisoned.
The two soldiers guarding the door were naturally aware of Li Jinxi's identity.
Li Jinxi had already opened the mobile phone app and was trying to communicate with them through mobile phone translation.
Suddenly, one of the soldiers said in very broken Chinese: "Mr. Linis, may I ask who is Mr. Youshen?"
……
"Can you speak Chinese?"