"Mr. Jiang Peng, do you have any questions or concerns?"

Tsavo looked at Jiang Peng's changing expression and asked.

"Such an important cargo, Mr. Tsavo arranged it for me, wouldn't other people have any opinions?"

After hearing Jiang Peng's words, Tsavo shook his head.

"People cannot be generalized. Everyone has his own value. The value of each person is determined by his own ability. I think Mr. Jiang Peng's ability is completely sufficient for the price I offer." Tsavo took the last sip of tea.

, pour out the tea leaves and start cleaning the tea set.

"Let's see. If Mr. Jiang Peng still has any concerns, he can draw up a contract by himself and add any terms. When the time comes, we both sign the contract, which will be a guarantee."

Jiang Peng's eyes narrowed slightly. In tea language, cleaning tea sets means seeing off guests. Obviously, Tsavo has begun to issue eviction orders.

"Mr. Tsavo, with all due respect, this batch of goods should be clean, right?" Jiang Peng stared at Tsavo. The real meaning of this sentence is whether this batch of goods is suspected of smuggling.

"Of course there's no problem. Everything goes through customs. I know that those who do shipping have a lot to do with it, but this time the goods are shipped on regular cargo ships, and the procedures are complete. You don't have to worry about safety at all." Tsavo said casually.

He was holding the tea cup without looking at Jiang Peng.

"Well, you can think about it after you go back. If you agree, call me."

Now that the other party has started seeing off guests, Jiang Peng will not let go of his dignity and continue to stay.

"Okay, I'll think about it first and give you an answer as soon as possible. I'll take my leave now." Jiang Peng drank the tea in the cup, nodded, and walked out of the box.

Watching Jiang Peng leave the box, a proud smile appeared on Tsavo's face. He gently played with the tea cup and whispered to himself.

"It seems that it should be in place..."

After walking out of the box, Jiang Peng looked at the two bodyguards and stretched out his hand.

The white bodyguard glanced at Jiang Peng and returned his things.

Jiang Peng took the wallet and mobile phone, opened a piece of chewing gum, shook it in front of the two of them, and then threw it into his mouth.

"Sailin Brewing." Jiang Peng looked at the two bodyguards, uttered a dialect in dialect, laughed and left under the doubtful eyes of the two.

After walking out of the teahouse, Jiang Peng was still thinking about what Tsavo had just said.

What kind of goods are worth 30 million? Tsavo didn’t explain clearly. They only said to go through customs.

But since he dared to go through customs, it must be legitimate goods. Jiang Peng thought about it and didn't take it to heart.

"This is one million yuan, not Thai baht." Jiang Peng murmured to himself, but his heart was already far away.

The company's business has been good these two days. Jiang Peng asked Vincent that there was nothing important in the afternoon and he didn't plan to go back to the company. He went directly to pick up Jiang Xiaohu from school.

Jiang Xiaohu's temper has improved a lot since he stayed at Jiang Yitong's house. At least he can communicate with Jiang Peng normally. Unlike before, he would have conflicts within three sentences.

"Xiaohu, if you had one million, what would you do?" After school, Jiang Peng asked this question for no reason as soon as Jiang Xiaohu got in the car.

Jiang Xiaohu, who was about to put on headphones to listen to music, looked at Jiang Peng like he was a fool.

"Did you win the lottery?"

"No."

"Then why are you asking such a childish question?"

Jiang Peng was speechless.

"I mean if, if you understand!"

Jiang Xiaohu frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.

"If I had one million, I would go back to China and buy a house, then rent it out and collect rent every day, so I don't have to go to work!"

Jiang Peng's head is covered with black lines.

"Can you please say it nicely?"

Jiang Xiaohu made a sound and said casually: "I'm just saying it nicely."

"Do you like Thailand?" Jiang Peng asked.

"dislike."

"Then what do you like?"

Jiang Xiaohu was silent for a long time, and then spoke a place name in an inaudible voice.

Jiang Peng's body trembled slightly. He heard it.

It's the name of my hometown.

"So you want to take the exam and return to China?" Jiang Peng continued to ask.

"kindness."

Jiang Xiaohu suddenly took off his headphones and said nonchalantly: "It's all the same. I've lived in Thailand for so long and I'm used to it. It doesn't matter where I go to school. Going back to China will cost more money. The school I want to get into has a very expensive tuition."

, it’s better to just find a random university in Thailand and forget about it.”

"What school do you want to attend?"

"Do you really want to hear it?" Jiang Xiaohu asked tentatively.

"I think so, I will support you wherever you want to take the exam." Jiang Peng nodded seriously.

"I want to pass the opera exam." Jiang Xiaohu whispered.

"What is the Chinese opera?" Jiang Peng touched his head and asked doubtfully.

"Idiot, it's the Central Academy of Drama." Jiang Xiaohu said with a red face.

Now Jiang Peng understood, the Central Academy of Drama, this is a school nominated by the great people of the previous generation. In the industry, not only the world's number one, it is definitely the number one in Asia.

"Okay, go ahead and take the exam. If you pass the exam, your father will sell everything for you to go to school." Jiang Peng took a deep breath, held the steering wheel tightly, and said slowly.

"I feel so stressed. I'll try my best." Jiang Xiaohu replied, but then added another sentence, which almost made Jiang Peng lose the steering wheel.

"By the way, why do you feel weird today? You don't have a fever. Or have you done something wrong? You won't follow..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't let your children think about things all day long. Let me focus on studying."

Jiang Peng spoke up in time, interrupting Jiang Xiaohu who was looking weird.

After returning home, Jiang Xiaohu went back to his room. Jiang Peng wanted to cook, but his mind had already drifted to the one million Tsavo mentioned.

After taking out his mobile phone and ordering a few dishes at Brother Zhao's Sichuan restaurant, Jiang Peng came to the window and dialed the number again.

"Hey, Mr. Tsavo, I am Jiang Peng. I have thought about the delivery matter. I am willing to go to Europe..."

…

Jiang Peng never imagined who he would meet when he met Tsavo for the second time.

The white mercenary leader who crashed his own boat.

At the pier, under the shade of a tree, Tsavo, dressed in a white suit, held a jade faucet cane in his hand.

Standing next to him was the white mercenary who was blackmailed by Jiang Peng for $10,000 that day.

The white mercenary wore a close-fitting white undershirt, showing off his muscular body.

From the aura he inadvertently reveals and his sharp eyes, you can tell that this person is not a simple character.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the white mercenaries obviously recognized Jiang Peng, their eyes full of amusement.

"Mr. Jiang Peng, this is my friend, Mr. Zakun, who is also the person in charge of going to Europe with you this time." Tsavo's eyes were so sophisticated that he saw the exchange in the eyes of Zakun and Jiang Peng at a glance.

"It seems that this is not the first time Mr. Jiang Peng has met Mr. Zakun?" The sun was shining, and Tsavo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the two of them.

"Haha, we met once." Jiang Pengpi said with a smile.

"Oh? Really? That's really fate. I hope you can cooperate well along the way." Tsavo laughed.

Hearing Tsavo's laughter, Zakun stretched out his thick palm, looked at Jiang Peng, and spoke in broken Chinese

said.

"Nihao, Mr. Jiang, guys, it's time to make some noodles."

Jiang Peng was a little helpless, but after all, Tsavo was now his employer. He looked at the Buddha without looking at the monk. Jiang Peng reluctantly extended his hand.

Unexpectedly, Zakun didn't exert any force, he just shook his hand symbolically.

This made Jiang Peng a little embarrassed, but he was fully prepared to deal with Zakun.

"Haha, Jiang Peng, no matter what happened between you and Zakun, he is not a stingy person." Seeing the two shaking hands and making peace, Tsavo nodded with satisfaction.

"Mr. Tsavo." Jiang Peng straightened his face slightly and continued: "There is indeed some dispute between Mr. Zakun and I. I have some questions about my cooperation with him."

Tsavo looked at Jiang Peng with questioning expression in his eyes.

"Mr. Jiang Peng, do you have any questions?"

"If my guess is correct." Jiang Peng glanced at Zakun and continued, "Mr. Zakun is a mercenary, right."

The scene suddenly fell into dead silence.

Zakun's expression changed one after another. Tsavo's smile, which had always been quiet, became a little more awkward.
To be continued...