What to do when you have money

Chapter 195 The Death of Zhang San
Lu Buwei is a character that Zhao Hao redeemed with points, specifically to "help" those who yearn to live abroad. These people always like to compare foreign countries with domestic ones, and use the most harsh words to belittle domestic people. All kinds of injustice and backwardness, and then he knelt on the ground with his eight-foot-long tongue and licked those so-called free and democratic foreign adults.

However, these people are often relatively downcast people in their lives. Their downfall is not caused by society, but more by their own reasons.Their living standards are much worse than those of those who work hard and love life. They are dissatisfied and attribute this emotion to social injustice.

Some people have never been abroad at all, and always think that foreign policies are better than domestic ones. In their perception, there are only two kinds of domestic and Uncle Sam in this world.Little did they know that apart from Uncle Sam, African uncles were also considered foreigners.

For these trolls, Zhao Hao has long disliked them. Don't they want to live abroad, so he helps these people fulfill their wishes.

People like Zhang San are not rare, there may be Li Si, Wang Er Mazi and others, Zhao Hao will ask Lu Buwei to send them to where they should go.

The main reason for choosing Lu Buwei is that this guy is a talent. He was able to secretly send the son of Qin back from Zhao, but now it is not a problem to quietly send these trolls abroad.

"you are?"

"Lu Buwei."

Holding the green card in his hand, Zhang San hesitated, "Then what is Mr. Lu doing here?"

Lu Buwei smiled dryly. He pointed to the green card in Zhang San's hand, then raised the box in his hand and said, "I'm here to send you abroad."

After speaking, he opened the box, and a box of green banknotes appeared in front of Zhang San.

When Zhang San saw it, not only his face turned green, but his eyes also turned green. He grabbed the box and hugged it tightly in his arms and asked, "Is it really for me?"

Lu Buwei nodded, and Zhang San remembered the text message that appeared on the phone just now, and he greedily asked again: "The money that was prompted on the phone is also mine?"

"Of course it's yours. Otherwise, why would it appear on your phone? Needless to say, get ready to leave with me."

Hearing Lu Buwei's indifferent voice, Zhang San's mind was swollen at this time, and he said in a trembling voice: "Wait, wait for me, I will pack up."

Lu Buwei glanced at Zhang San contemptuously, pointed to the dilapidated things in his room and said, "Are these things still necessary? They will be replaced with new ones when you go abroad."

After he said these words, he turned around and left first. Zhang San reluctantly looked at the furnishings in the house, stomped his feet and ran after Lu Buwei.

Zhang San went out and sat in a luxurious car. He could swear to the lights that he had never been in such a spacious and luxurious car in his life. He was about to speak when Lu Buwei interrupted him.

"From now on, you don't say a word, and you have to cover your eyes. When you go abroad, you can do whatever you want. There is freedom."

Zhang San hugged the money in his arms and nodded frequently, for fear that he would lose the opportunity to go abroad if he made a wrong sentence and caused the other party's displeasure.

He wants to go abroad in his dreams, and the life abroad he imagines is very good, even though he has no skills, but now that he has so much money, is he still afraid of starving abroad?

He thought that the first thing he would do when he went abroad was to eat the legendary Sam Burger. Then he would buy two, eat one and throw one away, and live a rich life.

He didn't know how much time had passed, and he didn't know what he was sitting on. He just felt dizzy, as if he was flying in the sky.

Sure enough, the technology abroad is so advanced that even if it flies into the sky, it cannot be found in China. The level of technology is many years behind that of foreign countries.

When Zhang San thought of this, he thought of the netizens who argued with him on the Internet. They still don't admit that the domestic technology level is backward, and they should really try to fly abroad.

He didn't dare to speak, but it didn't delay him to think about it in his head, even when he thought that he would be able to breathe the sweet air from now on, he actually felt a little high.

Just like that, fly and fly, just as his excitement reached GC, he heard Lu Buwei's voice from beside him.

"Citigroup is almost here, get ready."

"Uh-huh."

Zhang San's heart was beating violently, and he decided that when he reached the ground of Citigroup, he must kneel on the ground, kiss the land there, and shout aloud.

"I'm from Uncle Sam."

Within a few minutes, he felt that the tool he was riding dropped rapidly and landed on the ground smoothly without any sound.

It's too high-tech.

Zhang San stood there without daring to move. He wanted to ask Lu Buwei if he could talk but he didn't dare to. He stood there like a log for half an hour.

Finally, he couldn't bear it any longer, and asked softly, "Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, can I speak?"

His voice spread, but Lu Buwei didn't get a response. Holding the money in the box, he took off the blindfold on his eyes with his hands.

Wow, so beautiful.

What he saw was a gorgeous night scene, which is actually often seen in the fourth- and fifth-tier small cities in China, but for some reason, Zhang San decided that the neon lights here are much more beautiful than those in China.

He looked around and found himself standing in front of an alley. The sky was dark, the alley was dark, and only the neon lights on the street were bright.

I am now in the Citigroup of my dreams?

Looking at the cars passing by on the street, Zhang San confirmed his thoughts. If it wasn't for Citigroup, how could he see so many cars.

At this moment, the exhaust fumes emitted by those cars felt so sweet to him.

"Huh, Citigroup's environmental protection is much better than domestic ones. The smell of gasoline is so pleasant."

Zhang San walked with the box in his arms and looked at the surrounding scenery and crowds. In his opinion, those who wear scantily dressed people are open-minded, while those who wear conservative clothes are restrained. Even the street girls standing on the side of the street are so pure. .

"It's better to go abroad."

Just after Zhang San finished speaking, he smelled a smoky body odor. He saw two tall foreigners standing in front of him. Since he was shorter and the other was taller, he could only raise his head. looked up at them.

He is indeed a foreigner. His body is really strong and he smells like a man.

"Are you from China?"

A foreigner who was so dark that he could only see his teeth asked Zhang San in blunt Chinese.

"Nao, Nao, I'm not from Hua-guo, I'm from Citigroup, look, I have this."

Zhang San saw that these two foreigners were closer than he had seen in China. He didn't want to be a Hua-guo person for a long time. This time he finally became a Citigroup person. Why didn't he show his identity in front of his "compatriots".

He waved his green card in front of the two foreigners, his movements were like a clown in a circus, which made the two foreigners laugh.

After they finished laughing, another white man pointed a gun at Zhang Sandao: "My own, very good."

Zhang San was still smiling at them, when he saw the other party pull out a gun and rush towards him with a burst of flames. When the bullet entered his body, he smelled the choking smell of gunpowder and was still talking .

"The air in Citiland is so sweet. Even the smell of gunpowder is stronger than in China."

Zhang San fell in a pool of blood, the two foreigners finished shooting, took his money and ran away, leaving only Zhang San's body lying in the dirty and cold alley.

This scene does not only appear in Citigroup, there are accidental deaths of different identities in many parts of the world, and they are all people who have just arrived abroad from China.When the family members of these people were crying and wanting help from the state, they realized that these dead people were no longer Chinese nationals, and they could only go to the countries where the accident happened to solve the problem by themselves.

At the same time, netizens also found that the Internet has become much cleaner recently, and those who hacked their own country have disappeared.

(End of this chapter)