Chapter 291: A Story

Just as he was about to check out and leave to buy a plane ticket to return home, Bai Yang slapped his forehead, thinking that he still had a check worth nearly 20 million US dollars that he hadn't processed yet.

This is a fund of more than 100 million yuan, money that more than 90% of the people in the world will not be able to earn in ten lifetimes, so they have to care about it.

"If you transfer it to your account, you will lose a lot. The United States seems to have a very strict personal income tax, especially this kind of gambling money. Another thing, if you want to transfer this money to a domestic account, you will have to lose a sum of money. For the handling fee, two-thirds of it will be good in the end..."

Thinking about it in his heart, he felt that he couldn't suffer a loss, so he simply called someone to help minimize the loss.

Yimo was on his body, but the phone was not there, so he remembered that the phone was still in the bedroom in Godot Village, got up and went to the bathroom, and went to another world to get the phone back.

After reconnecting to the signal, a series of missed call notifications sounded.

I don't know any of them.

Looking at the missed call on the phone, Bai Yang curled his lips. He didn't know about the call from Su Xishui with a special encryption method, so he didn't answer it, and dialed it according to the number in his memory.

The phone was connected soon, and Tang Shiliu asked in surprise, "Brother Bai?"

"It's me, didn't I bother you?"

"Where can it be? Brother Bai, do you have something fun to do? Please bring it."

Bring a piece of wool, you can't do things that my brother plays.

Bai Yang asked straightforwardly: "Sixteen, does your family have business in the United States?"

"How many companies are there, why do Brother Bai ask this?" Tang Shiliu was puzzled.

Look, this is the tone of the rich second generation, how many companies...

"It's like this. I have a check worth nearly 20 million U.S. dollars, and I want to cash it out, but the personal income tax and handling fees here are too harsh, so I can't make it cheaper for American guys, so..."

Before Bai Yang finished speaking, Tang Shiliu understood, and said with a smile, "Brother Bai wants to launder money, right? You can send the check directly to the company's account without any loss, and when it's over, I'll have someone transfer the money to your domestic account for you, brother Bai, what do you think?"

I'll go, it's so simple, Bai Yang is speechless.

Of course,

Bai Yang is not a fool. The reason why Tang Shiliu would help so simply is because of his relationship with Su Xishui, Wu Le and the others.

"It's fine, just let me know if there's any trouble at that time," Bai Yang replied.

Since the other party is so straightforward, he is not stingy in buying a favor from the other party. People are mutual.

"Brother Bai, you're welcome. It's a small matter. Tell me the address. I'll send someone there..."

Report the address, and Bai Yang will wait here.

It has to be said that Tang Shiliu, that fat man, really knew how to be a man. He didn't even ask himself why he came to America for Mao, and he didn't ask where the money came from. He was a smart man.

The people from Tang Shiliu's faction didn't wait for them to come, but instead they received a prompt to deposit the account with a bank card, a total of 120 million yuan!

"This guy is fine. Send the money first. Ordinary people really don't have the courage. After all, it's more than 100 million yuan. If you are cheated, you can't find a place to cry. But brother is not that kind of person. This Tang Fatty is also capable of doing things..." Seeing the bank account information, Bai Yang smiled slightly.

Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes approached Bai Yang with a low profile. After confirming his identity, Bai Yang gave him the check, and the matter was considered closed.

After Bai Yang scratched his head, what the hell am I doing? I can’t find how much money I want. The major casinos in the United States are simply their own money printing machines. If they don’t help the major treasuries in the United States, they are still open for themselves. door? How the hell am I going around such a big circle for a personal income tax fee of 20 million US dollars!

Well, once this person is idle, he will easily commit two...

After paying the bill and leaving, Bai Yang decided to take a taxi to the airport to buy a ticket to return home. Just as he walked out of the gate of the five-star hotel, an old man on the street not far away caught his attention.

It was an old white man who looked at least eighty years old, with gray hair and age spots on his face, standing on the side of the street in an old leather jacket.

The reason why this old man caught Bai Yang's attention was because of his eyes, watching people coming and going on the street, empty and out of focus, as if he was reminiscing about something.

This is an old man with a story, Bai Yang judged in his heart.

After refusing the hotel doorman's service to help call a car, Bai Yang walked over.

"Hi, may I help you?" Bai Yang asked with a smile when he came to the old man.

Bai Yang is also strange enough, he can make a series of major incidents to the United States, but he is not stingy to show friendship to an irrelevant old man from the United States.

The old man realized that it was Bai Yang who was talking to him, shook his head and sighed with a smile: "Young man from the east, thank you for your kindness, you are a nice young man, I did encounter a little confusion, but you are sure not to delay you time?"

Having nothing to do, Bai Yang took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to the other party and said: "I happen to be fine, if you can, please tell me your confusion, I will be happy to help you"

Bai Yang's enthusiasm prevented the old man from delaying. He thought for a while and said, "Thank you, young man. My name is Hilette Byrne. You can call me Hilette. May I know your name?"

"Hello, Uncle Xilette, my name is Bai Yang," Bai Yang said with a smile.

"Bai Yang, a young man from the east, this is how it happened..." Hilet smiled, and recalled for a while before explaining his confusion.

Hilet lived outside Los Angeles, worked as a carpenter all his life, and is now old and happy with his children and grandchildren.

But just this morning, he felt that he was getting old, and he should organize his things. He accidentally found an old iron box in the utility room, which brought back memories of his youth.

That iron box was given to him by his girlfriend when he was still twenty years old.

His current wife is dead, but not the original girlfriend.

He was already old and looked down on world affairs, even if he saw the iron box, he would just smile knowingly.

If he hadn't seen this iron box, he would have even forgotten the good times decades ago. He was also curious that this iron box could still be preserved, so he opened it.

The box contained nothing but a letter.

"That letter was left to me by my girlfriend at the time. She was a very beautiful and lovely girl. At the beginning, because I was obsessed with carpentry and had almost no income in the general environment, she thought I was not motivated, so she left. I think she I didn’t understand my dream, and I didn’t read the letter she left. I didn’t know why she left until I opened the letter today.”

Speaking of this, Xi Laite sighed, there were even faint tears in her old eyes, and said: "When I opened this letter, I realized that she was pregnant at the beginning, and I was obsessed with carpentry and had no income. The child was born and could not get good care. Her persuasion did not stop me from pursuing my dream, so I chose to leave.”

"I didn't know she was pregnant at the time. If I had known, I would have given up my dream for the sake of my child. We have not been in touch with each other these years. It was only after I read this letter that I understood the reason, so I I want to find her and say sorry, but I'm old and I don't know where to find her..."

It turned out to be the case.

Understanding the old man's confusion, Bai Yang thought for a while and said, "Then do you know her name, address or photo? Maybe I can help you find her."

"I remember her name, it was my favorite when I was young, how can I forget, she should be eighty-three years old now, I don't know her address, but there is a photo of her when she was young, you see, Isn't she beautiful?" Xi Laite took out an old photo and handed it to Bai Yang.

With photo name age, this is easy to handle.

Bai Yang first took him to a coffee shop on the side of the street to sit down, and then took out his phone to search for private detectives. In the United States, there are many such private detectives.

I contacted the other party and explained the process, but I didn't expect the other party to be willing to help me without charging money.

"Uncle Xilaite, wait patiently, the result will come soon." Bai Yang comforted the old man.

"It's been so many years, I've already looked away, I just want to find her and say sorry to her personally," Hilet said indifferently.

What Bai Yang was looking for was a well-known private detective agency in the United States, and the other party was very efficient. After two hours, the result was obtained. He found the current address of Hilette's young girlfriend, and sent a car to come. Take the old man over there.

Bai Yang followed all the way, and the destination was downtown Los Angeles. The person who received them was an old man in his sixties, who was actually the son born to him by Hillette's girlfriend at the time.

This is the first time that the father and son who have not met each other in sixty years meet, but they are speechless and confused.

Then, unfortunately, Hilet came late. His former girlfriend died six months ago and was buried in a cemetery outside Los Angeles.

Life and Xi Laite made a joke, his original girlfriend was buried less than five kilometers away from his current home.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, Hilet stood in front of the grave accompanied by Bai Yang and others, with a calm expression but endless nostalgia in his eyes.

"Ait Yali, I'm sorry, I'm late and I didn't get to see you for the last time. It would be great if I could go back in time..." Xi Laite touched the tombstone and said with great regret.

Bai Yang was watching from the side, and he could only sigh in his heart, in his life, some people, some things, missed, maybe a lifetime...

Rejecting the old man Hilet's invitation to be a guest, Bai Yang took a taxi to the airport.

This is just a story encountered in his life journey, and this story is very common.

Only by experiencing it personally can we truly understand that time is really gone forever, and when you miss it, it will always be forever...

Bai Yang took a taxi to San Francisco Airport, and bought a first-class ticket to return home in three hours with his credit card, followed by a boring wait.

But he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes, but he saw all his seemingly boring actions this time...

(In fact, there is such a story, the stone sighed after seeing it, so I wrote it to encourage you, even if you said it was a word of water) (to be continued.).

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