The foreigner's wife asked in English: "Charles? Dear Alan, is this the Charles you keep talking about?"

"Yes, Charles, let me introduce you, this is my wife Alice."

"Hello, Alice."

Meng Shaoyuan understood somewhat. This couple was here to help him, right?

This woman deliberately called out "Dear Allen" because she was telling herself this guy's name.

"Let me introduce, Manager Xie Songshan of Daxi Trading Company...this is..."

As soon as Meng Shao's original words came out, Allen had already taken out his business card and handed it over.

Director of the Board of Directors of Citibank Shanghai Branch, Hubert Allen.

"Nice to meet you, nice to meet you." Xie Songshan repeatedly handed over his hand.

A few people simply ate together and chatted casually.

As a "butler", Luo Yiyi was not qualified to dine with them, so he sat at another dining table.

Meng Shaoyuan was a little absent-minded.

"Sorry, I need to use the bathroom."

Halfway through the meal, Xie Songshan said hello, got up and went to the bathroom.

"Mrs. Cai." Allen said immediately after Xie Songshan left.

Mrs. Rose Cai Xuefei?

Meng Shaoyuan suddenly realized.

It turned out that Meng Shaoyuan asked Cai Xuefei to help him get an identity and requested the Northeast. When Mrs. Qiangwei heard this, she knew that he was going to perform a mission again.

It happened that her friends Allen and Alice were also going to Tianjin, so Cai Xuefei asked them to deliberately take the same flight. If anything happened, they would pretend to meet Meng Shaoyuan by chance on the train and say hello to confirm Meng Shaoyuan's identity.

Sure enough, Allen saw Meng Shaoyuan chatting with a Chinese as soon as he got in the car, and immediately looked for an opportunity to "encounter" Meng Shaoyuan in the dining car.

Yes, I owe Mrs. Qiangwei another favor.

"Hey, Charles." Allen suddenly raised his voice: "After dinner, let's play cards together. The other people in the carriage are all Americans. I'll introduce you to them."

"Play cards, you guys can play, but I can't." Xie Songshan came back and sat down with a smile.

"I'm not particularly proficient either." Meng Shaoyuan said very modestly.

…

Although the journey from Shanghai to Tianjin was long, several people on the first-class train all knew each other, had meals together, and played cards together after dinner.

Meng Shaoyuan is really not very proficient in poker skills.

They play Texas hold'em poker.

Meng Shaoyuan, who is not very proficient in poker skills, seems to have very good luck.

When the train finally entered Tianjin Station, the last deck of cards ended.

Allen stood up, and the Americans around him had bitter expressions on their faces:

"Charles, you are very lucky. You have won a lot in the past two days, right?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Meng Shaoyuan was always so humble: "More than 20,000 US dollars. Sorry, I'll treat you to dinner when I get back to Shanghai."

"Hey." When everyone was busy packing their luggage, Allen hooked Meng Shaoyuan's shoulders: "Honestly, do you know how to play cards?"
Chapter completed!