Loyola University has six campuses, of which the Water Tower Campus is located near downtown Chicago, which is not far from Chinatown. According to Wang Ruhu's footsteps, it can be reached in more than 20 minutes. However, it has been about half an hour since I walked, and I have not arrived yet. I looked at it with a displeasure and went to the back. Harold paid the ice cream cart on the side of the road, held two cones and smiled, and handed the other over.

"The United States is a bit better than Morosia, and everything is convenient. Of course, it is also very convenient to go to prison."

“No sweets.”

Wang Ruhu couldn't appreciate his humor, and urged him twice to speed up the speed. The two of them did not take the bus or subway, and walked along several streets. The campus here was next to North Michigan Avenue, with a strong business atmosphere, not like the research university Harold said.

In front of the school building with a very commercial appearance, there were crowds of people, and young men and women in different skin colors and clothing were holding books and laughing in and out of the door. On the side, people about to graduate were wearing graduation costumes and wearing high hats to each other, taking photos together; in the panoramic glass building behind them, students in suits and ties sat behind their desks, looking at the financial courses on their laptops, occasionally glanced at the seniors who were about to graduate with envy.

Wang Ruhu looked around and didn't feel much. When he saw the door entering and leaving, he turned to a place with fewer people on one side, Harold pulled his cuffs.

"Tiger, what are you doing?!"

"Flip in." Wang Ruhu pointed to the security guard who was walking back and forth at the school gate. The latter shrugged his shoulders and pulled the oriental man back with a helpless expression. "My identity is legal, not to mention that there are scenes in this. I worked as a salesman when I was young. I don't know how much I have experienced. Come with me."

"Who have you done? What other experience is needed?"

Harold was almost staggered and fell down unsteadily by this sudden sentence. He turned around and spread his hands and gestured at Wang Ruhu, and walked back.

"Okay, okay, I can't continue talking anymore, I'm afraid I can't help but leave you alone."

When they arrived at the school gate, two black guards looked at the batons and looked up at the two people coming from behind. Harold, who was facing away from him, made a swear gesture to Wang Ruhu, "You are waiting for me here."

As he said that, he turned around, straightened his collar, raised his face slightly, and smiled politely.

"I am the second son of Prince Magadi, the Morosian royal family, you can call me His Highness Harold!"

The two big-shouldered and round-waisted black security guards looked at each other. Seeing that they were confused, Harold walked into the school gate with a charming smile.

"......... Let's say this, I'm here to meet Professor Hales from your university! The big man behind is a martial arts master I hired from the East. Now I can let me in... Hey, you guys put me down!"

The next second, the screaming figure flew out and rushed to the ground and fell into a dog's mud.

"Is this what you said?" Wang Ruhu shook his head and walked around the street branch with few people over there. Looking for a location without a camera, Harold patted the dust on his body, took out his handkerchief and wiped his face, put it in his right chest pocket, revealing a corner, and his tone was a little indignant.

"Those two black men must have too narrow knowledge. I don't know that Morosia is a country... You grab my shoulders... Ahh... So high!"

While speaking, Harold tightened his shoulders and his vision suddenly rose. The moment the wind roared through his ears, his feet were already at ease. When the deflected vision stabilized, he turned his head in horror and had not yet reacted.

"How did I come here? You must tell me in advance to make me mentally prepared."

Chasing the front and following the broad-minded back, Wang Ruhu turned around and twisted his back collar and mentioned it to the front, "Speak again, I'll hang you to the top of the church in front!"

Harold immediately shut up and walked in front to lead the way. He knew where Professor Harles' office was. He entered an office building, but the person was not there. After asking, he found out that the experimental building behind the school, and asked clearly what floor the two hurried over.

Because of the business-oriented campus, this experimental building is much deserted than outside. You can hear the footsteps of the two people walking around in the corridor. Following the door number you inquired, you will come to the light blue room with the words "05".

"It's here, and I and Harles are actually acquaintances."

Harold said with a smile, after knocking on the door, someone came to open the door after a while. An old man with a messy hair and beard came out with a blank expression on his face. He saw the Jewish man smiling at him in front of him and took a step back.

‘Bao’

The door bumped into it.

"He may not like strangers very much." He pointed to Wang Ruhu, then knocked it a few more times, and shouted inside: "Hales, it's me, Harold!! There is something about science to find you. This friend behind me suffers from amnesia. Psychological intervention and treatment have no effect. The best brain doctor in Morosia is helpless, but I know that there is only one person in the world, and only he can have a way. That's right here now."

Scream~~

The door opened again, and the old man looked at the smooth-tongued Jewish man with expressionless expression. He did not close the door again this time. He turned around and went back to the test bench and continued to do the experiment. Wang Ruhu followed the laughing Harold into the door. The decorations inside were densely decorated. More than a dozen bookcases were filled with thick books. Several nearby experiment benches and desks were messy and messy. All kinds of equipment that could not be called were placed in a mess.

"Perhaps people who are good at science usually have this kind of virtue and don't like to clean up." Harold looked at the messy scene and twitched the corners of his mouth.

Wang Ruhu looked at the nearest long table, filled with bottles and jars, mostly filled with formalin-soaked people and animals' complete brains.

"Orients, don't touch them, they will be scared."

Hales, who was busy calculating formulas, put down his pen, took the glasses on the table and put them on, "I can help with the brain-damaged amnesia, but do you know why I moved to the business campus?"

"It's quiet here?" Harold pointed outside, "There's only you in the whole building."

Wang Ruhu also looked at the serious old man over there with curiousness. The latter's tone was monotonous and without any extra polite words, and said to the two:

"That's just one of the reasons, and another, I'm here easy to meet promising business students, and maybe get their financial help in the future because... I'm very short of money, your friend."

Hales looked at Wang Ruhu who was concealing his strictness, "...I can help with your friend's symptoms of amnesia, but it requires a sum of money, $1.5 million."

Hearing the 150,000 yuan in the back, Harold's eyes almost glared, "I'm your friend."

"I mentioned the price just because you are my friend."

The old man was not very kind. After saying that, he went to open the door and said, "When you have money, come and find me again."

"you!"

Harold wanted to argue, but was pulled by Wang Ruhu. Suddenly, he thought of something, took out the half piece of paper from his pocket and asked Harold to help hand it over to the other party.

"Tell him that there will be a way for money. I'll help him see if he can parse the bands inside."

On the other side, the old man took it suspiciously, glanced at it, and put away half of the paper without moving.

"I'll see the weird band when I take the time."

After saying that, he drove Wang Ruhu and Harold out of the laboratory. With a "bang", he closed the door again, and heard a sound of anti-locking sound from inside.

The two of them came out on the far side, climbed over the wall, and as soon as they landed, Harold began to follow behind and clamor.

"Money... Look, I mentioned the money again. If this card is fine, I can give it to him even if it is 1.5 million or 2 million! Where can we get this money now?"

“There will always be a solution!”

Walking along the busier streets, Wang Ruhu frowned and responded with a frown as he looked at the crowds coming and going on the street. He was indeed a little embarrassed by such a huge sum of money. He couldn't force the other party, right? He couldn't say that he might even be embarrassed by himself in the middle.

"What can I do? Can I still fight..."

Harold was chasing behind, and while he was talking, the back in front suddenly stopped. Without time to react, he bumped into his strong back and squatted to the ground with his nose covering his nose, and tears of pain were squeezed out.

Didi!

The sound of car horns suddenly came from one street. A red convertible car slowed down and stopped. Wang Ruhu turned around and looked at the stopper. In the car, a beautiful woman with brown hair, wavy curly braided her arms, supported the side door with her towering breasts, tilted her head and looked at her and smiled sweetly.

"Hi, Oriental Hercules, you're walking in the street from a distance?"

Just a few days later, Wang Ruhu naturally recognized this woman. He didn't know much about speaking. He then laughed and nodded as a response.

"Then you go shopping. The boss is back from Los Angeles. It's the real story that I'm going to work overtime. Goodbye!"

Linda waved playfully and sat back into the car. While the police on patrol did not come, she started the car and went into the traffic. Harold, who was covering his nose, stood up with a grin, looking at the red car that was leaving, and recognized that the price was very expensive.

"Such a good car..."

woman?

Harold's eyes lit up suddenly. When he looked at the tall man next to him, he suddenly grinned. Without waiting for Wang Ruhu to ask him to go back, he walked to other directions first.

"Hu, go back first, I found a new way to make money. Remember, I am still your agent!"

Looking at the back of running far away and jumping around from time to time, Wang Ruhu looked puzzled. Are Jews so smart about doing business? Did they think of ways to make money so quickly?

I looked back and saw the direction where the red car disappeared, ‘It’s better to go back to Chinatown first and wait for him to come back. Or go to Uncle Long’s store to help and have a meal first.’

Walking to the bustling street, on the other street that was far away, there was a touch of red in the traffic flow, and turned to the street. Soon, he drove to the underground parking lot of a building. Linda took off her flat shoes, changed into a pair of red high heels, closed the car door and walked to the elevator, and pressed the button on the 26th floor.

After a while, Linda walked out of the elevator and passed the wall of the passage with the name "Anchorton" written on it, and the noisy and busy sound became clear.

The office area was crowded with people, busy sending and passing documents. He took the coffee from a young man who sent the documents, and compared his heart to him. He picked out a charming look and twisted his waist and walked into an office in front.

"Dear boss, I'm back."

Knocking on the glass door, behind a marble table in front, a long brown woman with slender legs and milky white high heels were lying on the phone, her other hand holding a pen, waved a gesture to let her sit on the soft chair at the table.

Linda put away the light jump outside, lively, obediently hugged the back skirt, sat down on the soft chair, and quietly looked at the woman opposite. Her long brown hair was split on both sides of her shoulders, her fair skin, high nose and deep eyes, and her facial features were not particularly amazing, but she was also very beautiful, especially with a pair of glasses on the bridge of her nose, and the dark blue eyes behind the lens made Linda a little fascinated and said subconsciously.

"Boss, it's time for you to fall in love..."

The sapphire-like eyes behind the lenses that were caused crossed the corners of their eyes and glared faintly.
Chapter completed!