Just as he was about to check out and leave to get a plane ticket to return home, Bai Yang slapped his forehead and thought that he still had a check of nearly 20 million US dollars that he had not processed.
This is more than 100 million yuan of capital. More than 90% of the people in the world will not be able to earn money in ten lifetimes, so they cannot care less.
"If you withdraw it and transfer it to your account, you will lose a lot. The personal income tax here in the United States seems to be very harsh, especially for this kind of gambling money. Furthermore, if you want to transfer this money to your domestic account, you will have to lose a fortune. It’s good to get two-thirds of the handling fee in the end…”
Thinking about it in his mind, he felt that he couldn't suffer a loss, so he simply called someone for help to minimize the loss.
Yimo didn't have his phone with him, and then he remembered that it was still in the bedroom in Godot Village. He got up and went to the bathroom, and then went to another world to get the phone back.
After the signal was reconnected, a series of missed call notifications rang.
I don’t know them all.
Looking at the missed calls on his cell phone, Bai Yang curled his lips. He didn't know about the call that Su Xishui made using a special encryption method, so he ignored it and dialed the number based on his memory.
The call was quickly connected, and Tang Shiliu on the other side asked in surprise: "Brother Bai?"
"It's me, I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"How can I do that? Brother Bai, do you have anything interesting to do? Please help me."
Bring a woolen yarn, you can't do the things I do.
Bai Yang asked bluntly: "Sixteen, does your family have business in the United States?"
"How many companies are there? Why does Brother Bai ask this?" Tang Shiliu was puzzled.
Look, this is the tone of speech of the rich second generation. Several companies...
"It's like this. I have a check of nearly 20 million U.S. dollars in hand, and I want to withdraw it, but the personal income tax and handling fees here are too harsh, so I can't get it cheaper, so..."
Tang Shiliu understood before Bai Yang finished speaking, and said with a smile: "Brother Bai wants to launder money, right? It's simple, like this, I'll make a call later and ask someone to come over, and you can give him the check directly. You can pay the check directly to the company's account without any loss. After that, I'll have someone transfer the money to your domestic account directly. What do you think, Brother Bai?"
I went, it was so simple, Bai Yang was speechless.
Of course, Bai Yang is not a fool. The reason why Tang Shiliu helped so readily must be because of his relationship with Su Xishui, Wu Le and the others. If it were someone else, he wouldn't be able to trick you.
"That's fine. If you have any trouble then, just let me know," Bai Yang replied.
Since the other party is so straightforward, he is not stingy about buying the other party a favor. Everyone is mutual.
"Brother Bai, you're welcome. It's a small matter. Tell me your address and I'll send someone over..."
Give your address and Bai Yang will be waiting here.
I have to say that the fat man Tang Shiliu is really good at being a good person. He didn't even ask whether he came to the United States for Mao or where the money came from. He was a smart man.
The people from Tang Shiliu's faction didn't wait, but instead received a bank card deposit prompt, a total of 120 million yuan!
"This guy can, just call the money over first. Most people really don't have the courage. After all, it's more than 100 million in funds. If you get cheated, you won't have a place to cry. But I'm not that kind of person. This Tang Fatty is also capable of causing trouble..." Bai Yang smiled slightly when he saw the bank account information.
Half an hour later, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather tie came to Bai Yang. He lowered himself very low. After confirming his identity, Bai Yang gave him the check, and the matter was settled.
After Bai Yang scratched his head, I'm so idle. I can't get it for any amount of money. The major casinos in the United States are simply their own money printing machines. What's more, the major treasuries in the United States are not open to themselves. door? Why the hell did I go around in such a big circle just to pay personal income tax fees of 20 million US dollars!
Well, this person is prone to make two mistakes once he is free...
After checking out and leaving, Bai Yang decided to take a taxi to the airport to buy a ticket to return home. As soon as he walked out of the door 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 to be at least eighty years old, with gray hair and age spots on his face. He was standing on the street wearing an old leather jacket.
The reason why this old man attracted Bai Yang's attention was because his eyes, looking at the people coming and going on the street, were empty and unfocused, as if he was reminiscing about something.
This is an old man with a story, Bai Yang judged in his heart.
Rejecting the hotel doorman's offer to call for a taxi, Bai Yang walked over.
"Hi, how can I help you?" Bai Yang asked with a smile when he came to the old man's side.
Bai Yang is also strange enough. He can cause a series of major events in the United States, but he is not stingy in showing friendship to an unrelated American old man.
The old man reacted and found Bai Yang talking to him. He shook his head and sighed with a smile: "Young man from the East, thank you for your kindness. You are a good young man. I did encounter a little confusion, but I am sure I won't delay you." time?"
When he had nothing to do, Bai Yang took out a pack of cigarettes, handed one to the other person and said, "I happen to be fine. If possible, please tell me your confusion. I will be happy to help you."
Bai Yang's enthusiasm made the old man not put off. He thought for a while and said: "Thank you, young man, my name is Hilletburn. You can just call me Hillet. Can I know your name?"
"Hello, Uncle Xilett, my name is Bai Yang," Bai Yang said with a smile.
"Bai Yang, a young man from the East, here's what happened..." Hillet smiled and recalled his confusion before explaining.
Hillet lives in the suburbs of Los Angeles and has been engaged in carpentry work all his life. Now he is old and has children and grandchildren around his knees, and he is living a happy life.
But just this morning, he felt that he was getting old and should sort out his things. He unexpectedly 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 has passed away, but she is not the girlfriend back then.
He is already old and looks down on worldly affairs. Even when he sees the iron box, he just smiles knowingly.
If he hadn't seen this iron box, he would have forgotten the wonderful time decades ago. He was also curious about whether this iron box could be preserved, so he opened it.
There was nothing in the box except a letter.
"That letter was left to me by my former girlfriend. She was a very beautiful and lovely girl. Because I was obsessed with carpentry and had almost no income in the environment, she felt that I was not motivated, so she left. I think she She didn’t understand my dream, and I didn’t read the letter she left. It wasn’t until I opened this letter today that I knew why she left in the first place.”
After saying this, Xilet sighed, with even faint traces of tears in his old eyes, and said: "When I opened this letter, I realized that she was pregnant, and I was obsessed with carpentry and had no income, so the child would not be able to get a good education after birth. Even her persuasion did not make me give up my pursuit of 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 contact for all these years. It was only after I saw this letter that I understood the whole story, so I I want to find her and say I'm sorry, but I'm old and don't know where to find her... "
So that’s what happened.
Understanding the old man's confusion, Bai Yang thought for a while and said, "Then do you know her name, address or photo? I may be able to help you find her."
"I remember her name. It was my favorite when I was young. How could I forget it? She must be eighty-three years old now. I don't know her address, but there is a photo of her when she was young. Look, Isn't she beautiful?" Hillet took out an old photo and handed it to Bai Yang.
With the photo name and age, this is easy to do.
Bai Yang first took him to a cafe on 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 services.
I contacted the other party and explained the process, but I didn't expect that the other party was willing to help without charging any money.
"Uncle Xilet, wait patiently, you will have the results soon," Bai Yang comforted the old man.
"So many years have passed and I have looked away. I just want to find her and say sorry to her in person," Hillet said calmly.
Bai Yang found a private detective agency that is well-known throughout the United States. The other party was very efficient. The results were obtained within two hours. He found the current address of Hillet's young girlfriend and had already sent a car to come. Take the old man there.
Bai Yang followed them all the way, and their 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 Hillet's original girlfriend.
The father and son, who had not seen each other for sixty years, met for the first time, but they looked at each other in silence and confusion.
Then, unfortunately, Hillet came too late. His former girlfriend had died six months ago and was buried in a cemetery outside Los Angeles.
Life made a joke with Hillet. His original girlfriend was buried less than five kilometers away from his current home.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Xilet stood in front of the grave accompanied by Bai Yang and others, his expression calm, but his eyes filled with endless nostalgia.
"Ate Yali, I'm sorry, I came late and didn't get to see you for the last time. If only I could turn back time, that would be great..." Xilet stroked the tombstone and said with great regret.
Bai Yang was watching from the side, and he could only sigh in his heart. In life, some people and some things have been missed, maybe for a lifetime...
After rejecting old man Xilett's invitation to stay, Bai Yang took a taxi to the airport.
This is just a story he encountered in his life journey. This story is very ordinary.
Only through personal experience can we truly understand that time is really gone forever, and missing it is often forever...
Bai Yang took a taxi to San Francisco Airport and swiped his card to purchase a first-class ticket for his return home in three hours. What followed was a boring wait.
But he didn't know that there was a pair of eyes that saw all his seemingly boring actions this time...
(There is actually such a story. Shitou was filled with tears after seeing it, so he wrote it to encourage you, even if you say it is just too many words) (To be continued.)