Chapter 236 Capitalist countries are different, teddy bears can talk!

Chapter 236 Capitalist countries are different, teddy bears can talk!

In the rolling clouds, a Gulfstream G300 shuttled through the clouds like a fish swimming in the sea.

Inside the plane.

Zheng Jirong was playing chess leisurely and contentedly. When he saw Ah Miao across from him looking like he was deep in thought, he proudly flicked the ashes of his cigar, raised the wine glass on the table and took a sip.

During the time he was flying in the sky, he successively played chess with Xu Zhengyang, Ruolan, Wu Liushou and others. Unexpectedly, each of these people's chess skills were better than the other. Damn, he didn't take his identity as the boss seriously at all.

A temple is better

Thinking of this, Zheng Jirong put down his wine glass and glanced at the chessboard casually, huh?

"Amiao! Why did you eat my horse so casually?!"

"Forehead"

Amiao rubbed his head in embarrassment. He never thought why Brother Rong would jump his horse directly in front of his pawn. Amiao struggled for a long time on the issue of whether to eat or not.

If you eat it, it will directly prove Ruolan's statement that the boss is a bad chess basket. But if you don't eat it, it seems that it is too obvious to let the water go.

"But don't be too arrogant!"

After Zheng Jirong finished speaking, he raised the gun chess and suppressed Amiao's handsome, "If you win, you still have to practice!"

"Brother Rong, how did your cannon fly over without a mount?"

"Why can't it fly! This is an anti-aircraft rocket launcher, what kind of gun mount do I need?!"

"All right."

Seeing A Miao's speechless look, Zheng Jirong smiled proudly, stretched out from the leather chair, and asked casually: "Zhengyang, how long does it take to get to Boston?"

Xu Zhengyang, who was opposite him, heard this and replied: "I asked the captain just now and he said that the plane will land at Boston International Airport in one hour."

"Well," Zheng Jirong nodded and said, "After all, we are not on our territory this time, so please be careful."

"clear."

In fact, this time when he went abroad to meet with people from the High Table Council, Zheng Jirong brought far more people than Xu Zhengyang and Ruolan on the private plane.

Li Xiangdong and others, as the first batch of trained employees of Huasheng Security Company, had arrived in Boston a few days ago and should now be waiting for them to land at the airport.

Also setting off in the same batch as them were members of Unit 701, but under the leadership of Xu Xi, they were already hiding in the dark, waiting for Zheng Jirong to give them instructions.

After one hour.

At the pick-up gate of Boston International Airport, among the busy crowds, a group of people were standing at the gate waiting patiently. They lined up neatly, wearing uniforms and uniforms. Each uniform had a gold coin-sized piece on the left chest [Hua] 】 word embroidery.

Everyone's expression was serious and focused. There was no conversation between them, they were just waiting for something silently. This quiet atmosphere made the passersby around them feel an invisible pressure.

At this time, not far from this group of people, several men in similar suits and leather shoes looked at them solemnly.

"They should be Mr. Zheng's men in Hong Kong Island."

"Obviously, after all, it is not easy to see so many Eastern faces in a city like Boston."

"Would you like to say hello? That Mr. Zheng will be a council member of the High Table in the future. He is a rare big shot."

The leader shook his head slightly after hearing this and said, "No need. Judging from the temperament of these people, they should all be soldiers who have just left the battlefield. There is no need to provoke them. Just wait patiently here."

A few minutes later, a group of people with oriental faces walked out of the VIP channel.

Zheng Jirong looked at the faces of the ghosts coming and going. He didn't know what he thought of. He took a deep breath, then slowly shook his head and said, "I don't seem to feel anything sweet about the air here."

"It has been foggy and rainy in Boston these days, and the air is really bad." Xu Zhengyang said after reading the newspaper for a long time on the plane.

Zheng Jirong smiled and shrugged, walked to Li Xiangdong and others at the door, and asked with a smile: "Are you still used to living here these two days?"

"It's pretty good, but communication is a bit inconvenient. You need to bring an interpreter with you whenever you go out."

"Hahaha, it's not a bad thing to have time to learn a foreign language. You will come abroad more often in the future."

While Zheng Jirong was talking to them, several white people not far away from them were preparing to rush to him. However, before they could meet Zheng Jirong, they were stopped by his men.

The leading white man was not angry, but raised his hand and shouted: "Hello, Mr. Zheng, I am Paul Anderson, the high table's contact person in Boston. I have been ordered to pick you up this time."

Zheng Jirong glanced at the high-table liaison and said, "Let him come over."

Anderson walked up to Zheng Jirong, lowered his head and said, "The elder has arranged a hotel for you, and he will receive you in three days."

"Where are the others?" Zheng Jirong asked casually.

Anderson shook his head when he heard this and said: "I don't know, no one knows the specific location of the elder. I only knew that the elder came to Boston when I received the message from the High Table two days ago."

Zheng Jirong nodded, thinking to himself that he heard from Jaina a month ago that the elder was in Boston, but he was still here a month later. It seemed that besides meeting him, the elder had other important things to do. Do.

To be able to allow a person from the Arab world to stay in a conservative American city like Boston for so long shows that what he has to do is definitely not a trivial matter.

Thinking of this, he smiled and said to Anderson: "I'm looking forward to meeting him, please lead the way."

Tens of minutes later.

The black motorcade stopped at the door of a hotel called [Lucent]. The hotel door adopts the design style of European classical architecture. Tall marble columns support the porch, giving people a solemn and elegant feeling. The upper part of the door is inlaid with It has exquisite reliefs and profound meanings, such as Apollo, the sun god, Victoria, the goddess of victory, etc., symbolizing power and glory.

Anderson introduced to Zheng Jirong who got off the car: "There are two Continental Hotels in the United States, one in New York on the east coast and one in Los Angeles on the west coast. However, before the Continental Hotel in New York was put into use, only Boston had a Continental Hotel on the entire east coast, that is, This is the house in front of us.”

He continued: "This hotel is no longer open to the public, and is only open to members of the High Table Council."

"Mr. Zheng, please come in." Anderson raised his hand and said gentlemanly.

Entering the hotel, the interior of the lobby is splendidly decorated. From the gorgeous chandeliers to the noble carpets, every detail reflects the sophistication and elegance of the European style.

After Zheng Jirong looked around, he nodded and praised: "Yes, this hotel is very interestingly decorated, but why is it so empty."

Anderson explained: "Not many people from the council have come to Boston recently. Mr. Zheng, you are the second guest to stay this year."

"Yeah?"

Zheng Jirong lit a cigar and asked calmly: "Who is the first one?"

"It's Miss Gianna of the Antonio family."

"It turns out it's her." Zheng Jirong smiled and nodded: "I understand. Arrange the room for me, and the people I brought. Each of them will live here. You can arrange it."

"It should."

In the presidential suite, Xu Zhengyang and others carefully searched and inspected the room and determined that there was no eavesdropping or filming equipment.

Zheng Jirong looked at the misty and rainy scene outside the French window. He turned his back to everyone and said, "In the past few days, arrange more people to guard outside. Ruolan, please inform Xu Xi and ask him to lead people to keep an eye on Anderson in the dark. Also keep an eye on that Jaina, I want to know where she went and who she met."

"clear."

After they all went out, Zheng Jirong dialed the satellite phone in the room, preparing to report to the women on Hong Kong Island that they were safe.

Nowadays, the situation of Hong Kong's social groups is relatively stable. Although there are constant frictions between small groups and quarrels occur almost every day, all major social groups are working hard to maintain a balance. Large-scale social disputes have already That hasn't happened in over a month.

Therefore, Zheng Jirong did not have much worry about leaving Hong Kong this time, and even without him, he believed that Jimmy and A-yi could properly handle business and community matters.

After all, if it weren't for him, Jimmy and A-wing would both be powerful figures in the community in the future.

"Okay, I know the temperature here is low, so I brought a lot of clothes. Don't worry about me. If you are bored at home, just go to Mengluo Dandan and the others to play, play mahjong or anything."

"Also, if you encounter any trouble and you can't contact me immediately, you can call Jimmy or my senior brother, you know."

"Okay, okay, I love you too, I'm done."

After hanging up the phone, Zheng Jirong lazily got up from the sofa. These phone calls lasted for nearly several hours, which was really a bit tiring.

It was getting dark now, and when he was about to pack up and go outside for a walk, the doorbell suddenly rang.

Opening the door, Ruolan was leaning on the edge of the door. She held a lady's cigarette in her hand and said with a slight movement of her lips: "Boss, do you want to go out for a walk and have a meal?"

Seeing her like this, Zheng Jirong said amusedly: "Okay, I'm just getting ready to go out for a walk."

The temperature in Boston is much lower than that of Hong Kong Island, and almost all pedestrians on the road wear thick coats and sweaters.

Zheng Jirong asked Ruolan casually next to him: "Have you been here before?"

"No," Ruolan shook his head and said, "When we were wandering abroad, we mainly stayed in the lawless land of Eastern Europe. The killer world in the United States was basically all people from the High Table, and we rarely came here."

"Speaking of which, I have always been curious. Do you think it is possible for the painful nerves that have been removed to recover?"

Ruolan thought for a while and said: "We have checked this information abroad before. If we only rely on current medical technology, it is almost impossible, but this is okay. We are killers anyway. If we don't feel pain, it will be even more difficult." It can help us complete your mission, boss."

Zheng Jirong secretly shook his head after hearing this. Others would not talk about it, but talents like Xu Xi were actually limited by the surgery to remove painful nerves.

I don’t know if the [Marrow Cleansing Sutra] will help Xu Xi.

Just when he was thinking about this, Ruolan suddenly tugged on his arm. She pointed not far away in shock and said, "Old boss, look over there."

Zheng Jirong looked in the direction she pointed. On a bench on the side of the road, two guys were smoking and chatting. They looked like they were enjoying themselves, but one of them turned out to be...

"Capital countries are different. Damn teddy bears can smoke and talk?!"