After passing the pass, it is the city of Tijuana, and across a pass, it seems to have crossed half a century of time and space, the prosperous and prosperous side of the United States is full of green, and the Mexican side is simple and old-fashioned and yellow.

The sun is dazzling outside the car, and tall cacti can be seen everywhere on the desert on both sides of the road, standing in the long wind and sand, and a low building is faintly visible in the distance.

Tijuana has few high-rise buildings, but it is the city with the largest number of Chinese in Mexico.

"I really wanted to fuck him just now!" Fusheng clenched his fists with a rattle.

Jiang Ping's face was also pale: "The border guards and police are all in the same group as those people, and they probably think that we are here to grab the land." ”

"What the hell is going on, Brother Ping?" the driver asked.

"I don't know!" Jiang Ping replied impatiently.

Three cars, equivalent to three teams, although he is the head of these nine people, if something really happens on the road, there are still people in the other two cars who can take over to complete the task, such an arrangement, you can imagine the importance of the future.

Fortunately, the journey went smoothly, there were no car accidents and no conflicts.

More than ten kilometers, the straight road drove fast, and after entering the city, three cars drove directly towards the entrance of the Hongmen People's Governance Party.

When you come to a place that looks like a Chinatown, where Chinese people have lived for a long time, there must be a Chinatown, in fact, it is just a helpless way to help each other, and the houses built in the past few decades often have some Chinese architectural styles.

For example, the torii at the corner of the street.

The vermilion doorposts and green cement tiles are all old and beaten by the wind and sand.

"It's here!"

The car was parked under the archway, and four people were already standing in front of them to greet them, all of them with black skin and red skin, but their faces could be seen to be Asian.

"The one at the front, called Li Qiu, is the safflower double stick at the entrance of their hall, and he practices Hongquan and Bagua. Jiang Ping muttered in a low voice.

Chen Fusheng on the side tensed up, and his eyes immediately became vigilant.

Jiang Ping scolded softly: "Relax, we're not here to make trouble!"

"Oh!"

The car was parked, the door of the middle car opened, Jiang Ping got out of the car, and said in Cantonese dialect: "Luocheng Huatang Jiang Ping is here to visit!"

At present, a stout man was wearing a simple white undershirt, with a suspicious look between his eyebrows, and he also saluted with his fists, and said politely: "Brother Jiang Ping, long time no see!"

The three cars got off one after another, each of them saluted, Jiang Ping didn't introduce much, he and Li Qiu saw a few times, and also tried their skills, the two of them didn't know each other, and they were both Hongmen, and stepped forward to signal: "Brother Qiu, I'm here to see Boss Li......"

Li Qiu nodded and said politely: "Everyone has worked hard all the way!

Li Qiu led a group of people towards the workshop, but after a while, he came to a small building, which looked like a few old buildings, and there were several strong men in sweatshirts standing at the door.

"The president is inside. Li Qiu said, and looked at the people behind him again, "These old brothers should drink tea and rest downstairs first! ”

Jiang Ping nodded and turned around: "You guys are waiting here." ”

Li Qiu stretched out his hand to signal, and Jiang Ping followed.

I followed Li Qiu all the way to the side road, turned around and came to the backyard, and went up to the second floor to an office.

The room is divided into two rooms, separated by a moon door, and while working, drinking tea and reading books.

The eyes are full of Chinese-style sandalwood furniture, Bogu shelves, Taishi chairs, carved large tables and several cases, and there are also black shoes Guan Erye's shrine on the case, and the three pillars of incense are still smoking.

There are several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, and under the calligraphy and paintings is sitting an old man dressed in Tang costume, although he is thin, he is in good spirits, holding a book in his hand and reading it.

Li Junnan is the chairman of the People's Governance Party of Mexico.

"President, the people have come!" Li Qiu reported.

"Hmm......" Li Yannan raised his eyes to look at Li Qiu, "What about people?"

Li Qiu stepped aside.

Jiang Ping stepped forward, snapped twice, knelt on one knee, bowed his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Ping greets Boss Li!"

"Get up, don't be polite, sit down!" Li Nannan stretched out his hand to gesture, "Ah Qiu, look at the tea!"

Li Qiu shook his head: "Tea!"

Someone answered, and soon a short-fought man came, holding a blue and white lid cup in front of Jiang Ping.

Jiang Ping was not polite, he picked up the cup and drank it, regardless of whether it was hot or not, his face did not change color and put the cup down: "The brown color is red, the aroma is strong and mellow, it should be the old Pu'er." ”

Li Shunan nodded slightly, Li Qiu turned around and closed the door, and sat down by himself.

"What is the matter, come here in such a hurry?" asked Li Nannan.

"I need Boss Li to call this number, and a fax will be sent over there!" Jiang Ping pulled open his clothes and pulled out a piece of paper from inside.

"Xiangjiang's number, Huo Yingdong?" Li Weinan picked up the note and glanced at it, his face was different, "How can he ...... Don't you just come to me?"

Huo Yingdong is a celebrity in Xiangjiang and has a deep friendship with the mainland, although Li Junnan is in Mexico, he also supports the mainland, and as soon as China and Mexico established diplomatic relations, he immediately notified all branches to hang up the five-star red flag, and the two positions are the same.

But although they are both patriotic overseas Chinese, the two have no deep friendship, but have only met a few times.

The most recent was the Los Angeles Olympics last year, when the Chinese Olympic delegation came to the United States, Huo Yingdong accompanied him, and Li Zhunan also took the condolence group to Los Angeles to watch the game, and witnessed Xu Haifeng win the first gold medal.

After the game, the overseas Chinese organized everyone to drink tea and wine together, and the two chatted generally, but there has been no real business cooperation.

If there is really something important, why don't you call directly, and why do you send someone down through the United States to spread the word?

Still so cautious?

Looking at Li Junan's puzzled appearance, Jiang Ping stood up, walked to the statue of Guan Gong, bowed three times, turned his head and said: "My family leader only explained that this time the matter is very big, let me bring some brothers down to help, I don't know anything else." Boss Li can also call my faucet to ask, but ......"

Li Shunan motioned to Li Qiu, Li Qiu took the note and stood at the table, picked up the phone and dialed directly.

After a long wait, someone finally picked it up.

Li Qiu spoke: "Please find Mr. Huo, this is the Mexican Hongmen People's Governance Party...... Your Excellency, please wait a minute!"

Li Junan raised his hand to look at his watch, stood up and took the phone: "Hey, is it Brother Huo? I'm Li Junan...... Remember me?"

After listening to the phone call for a while, he basically believed that it was Huo Yingdong himself, Li Yannan reported a string of fax numbers, then put down the phone, frowning and saying nothing.

Jiang Ping and Li Qiu changed their eyes a few times, but they didn't have a clue.

After a while, the fax machine rang.

A piece of paper is slowly spit out.

Li Qiu, who was standing on the side, looked at the content above, his eyes instantly dilated, and he exclaimed in surprise: "How come?"

Li Nannan pulled up the paper, and at this time, a whole page was already transmitted, which was enough to see what was written.

It was a newspaper, and the huge Chinese characters read:

"There will be multiple magnitude 8 earthquakes in Mexico City within 24 hours,......" I want to talk about "Flying Over Thirty Years" with more like-minded people, and pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~