The plane took off on time, but because it had to transfer in Vancouver, the entire flight took about 21 hours.

Although AC Salesman and Zhang Wei were on the same flight, his ticket was in business class, which also allowed Zhang Wei to experience class differences again.

Who says that everyone is equal in this world? If you go on a plane and see, why are the seats in business class wider and larger than those in economy class? Why are the meals in business class better than those in economy class? Why are the flight attendants so busy?

More beautiful than economy class?

However, it didn't take long for Zhang Wei to feel that the world was still equal. On the way, he asked about the high-priced air tickets. The price, wow... was twice as high as that of economy class.

When the plane landed safely in Las Vegas, it was already 8pm local time.

The flight went smoothly, except for filling out a few forms, and he almost slept after eating enough.

Zhang Wei got off the plane, looked at the night sky outside the corridor bridge, and then looked at the time on his watch. He also wondered why it was night for a long time. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally realized that there is such a thing as jet lag.

From getting off the plane to going through customs, most people were happy and excited, but Zhang Wei seemed a little depressed.

There was no other reason. The moment he stepped out of the hatch, he suddenly thought that the two million dollars were gone, and he felt a little depressed.

That's right, this guy is still thinking about those ten aviation accident insurances. He doesn't want to think about it. It's not good money. To put it bluntly, it's life money. Why do you care about such money!

Zhang Wei soon realized that such unnecessary moaning was wrong, adjusted his mentality, and ran all the way to catch up with Gao Meng who got off the plane first.

Although he knew that business class passengers had the right to get off the plane first, he didn't expect that Gao Meng didn't wait for him. After all, the two of them met often in Shanghai, and they could be considered "brothers" who drank and had karaoke.

I didn't expect someone named Gao to be so unloyal.

Zhang Wei didn't care about anything else at this time. He just wanted to catch up with Gao Meng as soon as possible and hug his thick legs tightly. There was no other way. Zhang Wei only knew a few words of authentic English with the northern Shanxi accent. He would show up later.

When closing, you will be asked questions.

After running for a while, Zhang Wei was out of breath. Fortunately, he had already seen Gao Meng, otherwise he didn't know if he would lose his breath if he kept running.

Gao Meng was walking with another man, talking and laughing. Judging from the way Gao Meng turned around to talk from time to time, this man was probably an important customer of Gao Meng.

Zhang Wei took a breath and took a few more steps to catch up with Gao Meng. After saying hello, the three of them walked together. However, it may be because of Zhang Wei's joining and the conversation between Gao Meng and the man.

Much less.

The man looked to be in his early forties, wearing a suit and tie. He was dressed very formally and showed off his figure and temperament.

Because of his weight, Zhang Wei has always envied people who can wear suits. Even those who sell insurance, he thinks they are handsome. Unfortunately, he only wore them once when he got married, and after that...he quickly gained weight.

I can't wear it anymore.

Every time he opened the closet at home and saw the suit hanging in the corner, Zhang Wei felt a sadness like the end of a hero.

Zhang Wei didn't know who this man was, and he wasn't very interested. Because Gao Meng hadn't taken the initiative to introduce him to him, he didn't bother to ask. He just wanted to check in at the hotel early and get some things done.

eat.

Zhang Wei followed Gao Meng and the two of them all the way, and when they arrived at the customs clearance place, they found that there was already a long queue here. It seemed that no one could pass the customs within an hour or two.

What made Zhang Wei even more depressed was that Gao Meng just said "see you at the hotel" and left him.

Watching Gao Meng and Gao Meng bypass the queue and go to another passage with few people, Zhang Wei complained about this guy in his heart depressedly, and finally merged helplessly into the long queue that turned eighteen turns.

middle.

There is no way, the sign of the less crowded passage says US s (American citizens), but the long queue here is visitors (tourists). Gao Meng has a US green card, of course there is no reason to accompany him Zhang Wei queue

There's a long queue.

These two hours of queuing made Zhang Wei extremely bored.

At first, Zhang Wei didn't realize that he still had a major omission. He stretched his neck like a groundhog and curiously looked at the airport security guards with guns patrolling around him. Because he finally saw the real guy, he felt very strange.

Fresh.

After more than ten minutes, he became bored and didn't know what to do.

In front of me and behind me were two teams of white foreigners from unknown countries. Only a yellow-skinned Chinese like myself was sandwiched between them. No matter how I looked at them, I felt like the egg yolk wrapped in layers of white flour in an egg yolk cake.

Zhang Wei was really bored, so he thought of sending a message to Shirley to say he was safe. When he turned on his phone and looked at it, he almost vomited blood. Damn it, no service!

At this moment, Zhang Wei became a little uneasy and hurriedly looked at the passage where Gao Meng had passed through before. There was no trace of Gao Meng there.

Zhang Wei hurriedly looked around the queue to see if he could find a compatriot to help open a hotspot to use WIFI, but found that they were far away, so he gave up the position he had queued for for more than half an hour. He still had some

Reluctant to part with it.

Moreover, he realized that his actions had attracted the attention of the security guards patrolling nearby, and he quickly turned his head back to concentrate on queuing.

It's just that Zhang Wei is the best at imagining things. When he was about to leave the border, he had already thought about countless unfortunate encounters. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became. From time to time, he even glanced at the security guard who was "paying attention" to him.

In the end, Zhang Wei finally suffered the "bad consequences" and was invited into CPB's reception room by Uncle Heitan's security guard, which is often called the "little dark room".

It’s no wonder that Uncle Hei, if it were anyone else, if he saw a panicked passenger and couldn’t communicate deeply with words, wouldn’t you also be suspicious?

It is said to be a small dark room, but in fact it is not dark, and it is spacious and bright. It is a hall separated by glass into semi-open single rooms.

Zhang Wei was taken to the counter by the black uncle, who was in charge of a fat white lady. After that, the black uncle stood behind him with a gun and looked at him, which made Zhang Wei feel a chill in his back.

He didn't dare to look back. He felt that if he acted inappropriately, there would definitely be a risk of blood splattering five steps away, so he smiled obediently and waited for the white lady's inquiry.

Zhang Wei's previous homework was not in vain. There was a paragraph introducing the precautions in a small black room. The most important one was deeply remembered by Zhang Wei - answer questions politely and honestly.

The black uncle was mumbling and didn't know what he said to the white eldest sister.

The white elder sister took the certificate from Zhang Wei's hand, flipped it over, typed a few times on the computer keyboard, raised her head and asked in half-baked Chinese: "Is this your first time coming to the United States?"
Chapter completed!