Next is to queue up for inspection, quarantine, and pay taxes. With Ibrahim in front, it was really smooth, two hundred dinards shoved into the hands of the little official, the little official smiled all over his face, and with a stroke of the pen, the priceless three hundred catties could be turned into soybeans on the customs declaration form, and it was easy to clear the customs. Everyone couldn't help but sigh.

The sweet and bittersweet mellow was still lingering on the tip of Ibrahim's tongue, and as soon as he got out of the dock, he couldn't wait to ask, "President Royce, there are so many beans, it takes a lot of space and manpower to make chocolate, right?"

Royce laughs, "It would be great if you could help." If it can be successfully promoted and the production scale expanded, we can also establish a long-term and stable cooperative relationship. ”

The big cake immediately knocked Ibrahim unconscious: "That's great, that's great, it's great, our future will be incomparably bright, and chocolate will definitely take the peninsula by storm! ”

"It's a deal. Royce grinned and high-fived Ibrahim.

Ibrahim hired two wagons and headed for his shop. He was in the first car with Royce, George, and Dark. The girls suffered a little, and the Arabic Peninsula has always been patriarchal, so they had to follow the local custom and sit in the last car - with the goods. Riley lost her temper, Isabella read it all the way, Isis pouted half a day high, but the old men sat in front, unable to hear or see.

The car in front doesn't know the pain of the car behind, and is chatting happily. Ibrahim pointed to the beautiful scenery outside the window and said, "There are many oases in this area, some of the larger ones are connected in a string, all the way to the city of Dorihachi. So this road has a name called the Pearl Road. ”

Royce praised: "What a good name, aren't these oases just pearls!"

"Yes, Lord Kara created these pearls, and we strung them into threads with our hands, and this string of pearls, a great pearl chain that bears witness to the greatness of God and man, hangs on everyone's heart!"

After a long time away from his hometown, Ibrahim couldn't help but feel excited. I have been studying in Doland for more than ten years, and my hometown is still the most beautiful for you!

Before the agitated mood could calm down, the carriage suddenly braked suddenly, almost throwing everyone out of the carriage. Duck was caught off guard and slammed his head against the window, shattering the carved window railing into a large bag, and the neighing of the horses being held by death and the frightened scolding of the coachman sounded outside.

Ibrahim was furious and slapped the board of the carriage and shouted, "What's wrong?"

The coachman said helplessly: "Master, are you all right? Someone has fallen, come and take a look." ”

Duck jumped out of the car with his head covered, then George got out of the car and told the car to wait, followed by Ibrahim and Royce.

The two horses shook their ears restlessly and stood still. In front of the horse's hooves stood an old woman, holding her legs high and screaming low, and behind her stood a wicked man with a thick face and a fleshy face, with his hands on his hips, blocking the road.

"I hit someone and still want to run? My female horse's leg is broken. ”

Ibrahim sneered: "Your female horse is injured, you don't even look at it, and you can still bite the broken leg, what a good son, good ability!"

The wicked man puffed out his chest: "You are rich and great, what else will you do besides bullying us poor people?"

The people around him suddenly became noisy.

Duck rubbed his head for a long time, the pain decreased slightly, and he straightened up, and at this station, the people around him were a lot quieter.

Nearly two meters tall, burly and majestic figure, black and white war hammers, all exude a powerful deterrent.

The villain quietly took a step back and said stubbornly: "What, if you hit someone, you still have to hit someone?"

Darker ignored him, walked over to the old woman, crouched down to watch, and the old woman nervously covered her injured leg, screaming high and low, staring at Duck warily over and over again.

Duck gave the old woman a friendly smile, and without making any further moves, got up, walked over to Royce, and said, "She's pretending." ”

Royce had a "sure do" expression.

This expression made the wicked man unhappy, and shouted: "Tell you, it's a bad thing to hurt your leg, see that you are outsiders, we won't slander you, a thousand dinards, leave!"

Ibra was furious: "You are shameless blackmail!"

The noise of the idlers around became loud again. A guy with a black headband and a blue ribbon came out: "What's going on? What are you doing here?"

The villain seemed to see his relatives: "Master Fakhta, my daughter's horse, my daughter's horse's leg was broken by these people!"

Royce asked Ibrahim, "Who is this?"

Ibrahim snorted coldly, "The Sheriff's Patrol. ”

Fakhta glanced at the old woman and said, "What is broken, if you really want to break it, can you still hum this kind of movement? The injury is a little bit, and the broken leg is not so much-hey, you guys, if you hit someone, you have to have an explanation, seven or eight hundred is about the same." ”

Ibrahim said: "Inspector, there is no mud on the old woman's pants, no soil on her clothes, and there is no horseshoe prints at all, which point do you say can prove that we hit someone?"

Fakhta was a little surprised: "I'll help you settle things, you don't know what to do?"

"Your kind of flat law is clearly to encourage everyone to blackmail, and if you fall on your heels, you will have seven or eight hundred dinars, and this money is too easy to come by. ”

Fakhta sneered: "Then you can talk to the victims yourself!"

Ibrahim sneered even more: "The scorpion and the rat live in a hole, I can count my eyes open today!"

The wicked man shouted: "The old man is weak, and if he is hit by you like this, not only his legs, but also his heart and lungs will be bad!

The idlers around him made even more noise: "Give money, give money, give money!"

Ibrahim was furious, "You bastards, you have lost the face of the Arabis to you!" He jerked at the knife.

Royce pressed his hand: "Dude, don't worry. How can a person who does big things be distracted by all these trivial and dirty things? Duck, ask, how much does he want?"

Duck clasped his hands on his chest, didn't bother to say a word, and raised his chin disdainfully at the barking villain.

The evil man didn't expect these people to succumb so easily, and jumped up excitedly: "Two thousand two...... No, no, no, two thousand five!"

Darker turned around and said, "Two thousand five!"

Royce smiled: "Give it to him." ”

The wicked man shouted: "No, no, no, I want to go to the big clinic in the city to ask a good doctor for treatment, three thousand-eight!"

Royce smiled even more: "Count four thousand, give!"

"The old man has a good heart, pity and pity our small family, my daughter and horse are like this, I can't walk, hire a good car, four thousand. ”

Ibra was furious: "Four thousand, it's enough to buy a slave! Okay, I'll give you five thousand, and I want your life!"

Royce pressed Ibrahim for the second time: "Hold down. We came this time, and we brought a few with us, a few small dollars, so why bother. ”

"You can't waste money like this, the more you give, the more you will encourage this evil spirit!"

Royce laughed: "Dude, this matter is wrapped up in me." As he spoke, he took out a thick pile of red banknotes from his bosom and threw them to Darker: "There are more and more people, hurry up and send them away." ”

Darker took it, shook his wrist, wiped his thumb, and the crisp sound of the banknotes was crisp and comfortable. The old woman on the ground stopped screaming, and the wicked man stopped shouting, staring at the thick pile of bills in a daze.

It's a big red ticket! One hundred dinards! It's so thick, at least fifteen thousand!

Duck said disdainfully: "Look at your poor and sour look! This is 20,000, take it, get out!"

The wicked man almost jumped up with joy: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, master, really, really ......"

"Get it!"

The evil man's eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile, and he hurriedly stretched out his hand.

"Wait!" Duck shouted to stop him, "For your, you have alarmed the inspector master, do you have to count it?"

"Uh, that'...... Of course!"

"So many relatives and friends, neighbors, do you have to count as a share to help you speak?"

"Huh?" the wicked man was about to deny, but when he saw the wolf-like eyes of everyone around him, he quickly changed his words, "That'...... Yes, yes. ”

"So," Duck smiled strangely, and suddenly exerted all his strength, and roared, "The one who sees it has a share!"

The wicked man was stunned for a moment, and a pile of banknotes slammed on the bridge of his nose with the sound of wind and thunder!

Blood splattered!

With Dark's hand, this wad of money is no different from a brick. The wicked man was knocked upside down and hit his head on the ground, just as the old woman who had done evil with him was smashed underneath. Bright red Dinard fluttered in the sky.

Duck turned around and ran wildly, roaring as he ran: "The money has fallen, don't let people rob it!"

The crowd of onlookers shouted furiously at the same time, countless hands waved and competed, and countless feet scrambled to trample, and the order was chaotic.

Before the wicked man and the old woman could stand up, they were drowned in the raging crowd, and all they could do was wail. In the blink of an eye, the wailing was gone.

It wasn't just the two of them who were unlucky, but even the inspector who was trying to grab a few more bills was trampled to the ground and silent.

When Duck threw money and slapped him in the face, he rushed out, so he was not trapped by the raging crowd, pushed away a few idlers who were blocking the way on the periphery, rushed all the way back to Royce and Ibrahim, and said with a smile: "Master Ibrahim, this time you are angry, right?"

Looking at the surging and violent crowd in front of him, Ibrahim wiped his cold sweat: "This...... Is that okay?"

"What's not to do. The guy who has money left over in his head is the best to deal with. ”

"Although there is evil retribution, but it is so thick, to say the least, there are 20,000. What a pity. ”

Dark, Royce, and George laughed together, and Royce said, "Only the top and bottom sides of that pile of money are real, and in the middle is a pile of red paper with patterns!"

Ibrahim's eyes widened: "Red paper?"

George said: "As I said earlier, we are well prepared, and of course in this case - only two hundred dinars are lost. From now on, no one will dare to use such crooked brains against us. ”

Ibrahim was amazed: "Sure enough, the Holy Lord always favors the wise more. ”

Duck laughed, "George, you're wrong. This kind of scum is worth two hundred dinars? As he spoke, he twisted his fingers, and two bright red paper tickets slipped out of his sleeve as if by magic.

George was stunned: "This is-"

"These are the two that I just saw, and I showed them to him, and I pulled them out when he nodded his head. Now what they're fighting for is just a handful of waste paper! I'm a patrol officer, so I'm blackmailing me?"

Ibrahim laughed.