When Song Wenbin saw the young man in front of him, it was almost difficult to associate him with the "nephew who did big things" in Kerick's mouth, he looked quite low-key, dressed in ordinary gray jeans, the kind that would not be noticed at all when thrown in the pile.

"Hello, I'm tired of the teacher, I'm late."

As soon as the young man came up, he warmly shook Song Wenbin's hand and said eagerly: "I heard that my uncle said something about you, I can't believe it, I actually saw a real person today, you are really as dazzling as in the video!" ”

Song Wenbin didn't know how he could be brilliant as a big man, but seeing that the other party was enthusiastic, he also stretched out his hand enthusiastically, "Hello, hello." ”

"This is my nephew, Paul. Kirrick. It's a big businessman here. ”

When the farmer Bob introduced his nephew, he was even a little humble and cramped, which made Song Wenbin have to brace his spirit and face this young man for the first time.

"I'm tired of the teacher, you can speak English?"

The fan, named Moon-bin, seems to know a lot about Song Wenbin's past.

Song Wenbin didn't answer in a hurry, he handed over the $500 he earned to a photographer on the team, and asked him to give the money to the restaurant owner who once gave them a full meal for free, and then said: "I have learned a little recently, and I need it for work, but I can't help it..."

"It's worthy of being my idol, it's really impressive." Paul praised: "It's really admirable to be tired of teachers who are constantly improving. ”

Song Wenbin couldn't bear the other party's sycophancy, and raised his hand to stop it: "Needless to say, since you are my fan, you must also know my job, I am traveling now, I didn't bring money for this mission, I will work all the way until my destination is the US-Mexico border." So, if you have any job, you can introduce it to me, as long as it will get me to my destination safely. ”

"That's what I'm here for."

Paul looked around and asked, "But... Forgive me for taking the liberty of asking, what about your teammates, Sutina and Huo Yu? ”

"If you've seen We Are the show, you should know that we often split up." The teacher said casually: "They have their own shooting tasks. ”

"I see."

Paul stood up, looked at the nearby photographer, and said, "I do have a very complicated problem, maybe only you can solve this problem, but I don't want to talk about this here, can you come with me alone?" ”

The teacher shook his head, his body motionless.

"I'm sorry, but this is not the only thing that can't, anyone who wants my help has to accept the fact that the cameraman is around me, it's my job. If I didn't have a camera, I wouldn't exist, that's a matter of principle. ”

"This..."

Paul's expression was visibly hesitant.

Bob Kerrick on the side hurriedly said: "Paul, I hate the teacher, he is really good, I thought I was going to lose to death this year, but as soon as he came, he solved my inventory problem in less than a week, and helped me earn more than 5,000 dollars." ”

Still Paul did not speak, but was silent.

"You know, the whole city is looking for bananas right now! Good fellow, I've never seen anything like this in fifty years of my life, he's a natural genius, if you miss it....."

Bob made money and kept saying good things for Song Wenbin.

"I know it's awesome to be sick of teachers... But... Do you really have to bring a photographer? Paul pleaded.

"It has to be brought, and it has to keep them safe, otherwise I won't go anywhere and I won't do anything." The teacher was indifferent and replied categorically.

Wei Ning, who was on the side, heard Song Wenbin say this, and suddenly he was short of breath, his face was flushed, and his waist was much straighter, but he felt that the heavy shooting task was nothing more than that.

After a pause, the teacher continued: "We shoot ours, and it has nothing to do with you. Our shows won't even be launched in foreign countries, and the Chinese have never been in the habit of interfering in foreign countries, so don't worry. ”

"Okay."

Paul reluctantly stretched out his hands, "If you insist, then bring the photographer with you." ”

He snapped his fingers, and two younger brothers immediately came to the door, respectfully guarding the door.

Paul stood up, bowed slightly, and said, "I'm tired of Mr., this is not a place for us to talk, this place is too small and remote, please come with me." ”

Song Wenbin stood up with his photographer and followed Paul to the outside of the farm. Here, there are several black Mercedes-Benzes parked on the dilapidated dirt road, led by a Mercedes-Benz S-Class.

These cars may not be uncommon in S City, which is full of luxury cars, but in Central America, in such a poor and backward place, Song Wenbin is really a little surprised.

Paul's younger brother stood next to the car, saw Song Wenbin coming, and took the initiative to open the car door for him. Unlike Paul, who was dressed plainly, his younger brother wore gold and silver, with piercings on his face and tattoos on his arms, and he looked very strong.

Once the group was seated, the convoy started slowly, and they soon left the farm, and also the small city in Central America, all the way to the deeper unknown.

After a two-hour drive, Mercedes-Benz took Song Wenbin to a small local airport, the airport was very backward, the runway was full of stones, but where the car stopped, there were two rotating helicopters.

Song Wenbin looked at the helicopter and then at the pristine environment next to the airport, feeling like Dr. Connor who was about to go to Dinosaur Island in Jurassic Park.

"I'm tired of the teacher, there's still a little way to go, we'll be there soon!"

Paul got out of the car and pressed his head and said loudly.

The strange thing is that Song Wenbin found that he didn't have much resistance, although he was being carried around like this by strangers, but he was not afraid, he was not afraid that these people could hurt him, of course, he was not afraid of hurting these people, if he could, he didn't mind at all.

Soon, the helicopter took off, and the land of Central America quickly shrank into green peaks of peaky mountains, and among those peaks were flowing rivers. Song Wenbin didn't know if there was Huo Yu and Su Tina's movements in the place where he could see him, intellectually, he didn't want to think about it, but it was a pity that his sensibility did not obey the command of reason.

With a faint sense of concern, the flight time was fleeting, and soon the helicopter landed in a beautiful valley surrounded by mountains. At the bottom of the flat valley, the carpet is planted with exactly the same vegetation, like a green lake.

The helicopter landed near a very elegant farmhouse, which was very large, like a village, surrounded by tropical vegetation, low wooden buildings, and farmers toiling among the vegetation.

Some of the children who ran past and played around looked curiously at the group of people who got off the helicopter, and some even came up to hug Paul.

After teasing a few children passing by, Paul and Song Wenbin apologized: "I'm tired of the teacher, the journey has been hard, I hope you haven't felt uncomfortable because of the bumps on the road." ”

"It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable..."

Song Wenbin looked at the green fields around him. The fields were planted with a plant that resembled camellias, with the short ones being one meter tall and the tall ones being more than four meters tall. The mountains are all over the wilderness, like an uneven ocean.

"Coca, tired teacher, coca leaf."

Paul replied honestly.

Although he had expected it in his heart, when he really saw such a scene, Song Wenbin's heart couldn't help but sink.

The photographer next to him couldn't help but start to tremble, Wei Ning was quite calm, maybe he followed Song Wenbin the most and experienced a lot of things, but some other photographers were so shaken that the machine couldn't hold it steadily.

"Disgusted with the teacher, are you not happy?" Paul asked with concern.

"It's just coca, I thought it was a poppy." The tired teacher smiled lightly.

"It's not nothing, it's just that I'm not personally in charge of that project, and I personally don't like to fight and kill projects too much."

Paul said lightly: "Moreover, these leaves are supplied to hospitals and research institutions and other formal institutions, so don't worry about the teacher,"

Song Wenbin shuddered.

I was tired of the teacher, but I was excited.

"Good guys, is the composition of my fans so complicated now...?" The teacher looked at the green coca leaves, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Forget about the brahmins and farmers, now even the drug lords are here, it really deserves to be the information age." ”

Although the extract of coca leaf is only cocaine, it is still prohibited in the international order, and the man in front of him has cultivated hundreds of acres of this thing here, and it is impossible to supply it to any so-called formal channels with his toes. He couldn't have believed that.

As he was talking, several young women came next to him, dressed like ancient servants, carrying a plate with some drinks on the plate, and some indescribable green leaf wrappers, and there were some white or red things in it, which looked like the chewing tobacco that Song Wenbin had seen in India.

"I'm tired of Mr. Teacher, our conversation after that is very important, do you want to refresh yourself first?" Paul asked, taking the leafy wrapper from his plate.

Song Wenbin glanced at the thing and asked, "What is this?" ”

"In the 16th century, Spanish explorers noticed that the South American natives refreshed themselves by chewing products containing the leaves of the coca plant, and they used the shells of scallops or oysters to burn, and the powdered residue after grinding was mixed with coca leaves to make small balls, which were dried and chewed.

Song Wenbin shook his head and said, "You can kill me, but before I die, please give me a beef cheeseburger." ”

Paul was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, swallowing the green leaf himself, then waving his hand, and the servant with the plate stepped back.

"I'm tired of the teacher's words, I won't force you to try something you don't want to try, I came to you this time, I really want you to help me."

"Help, help? Let me help you with the FD. Song Wenbin said with a faint sneer.

Perhaps sensing Song Wenbin's sarcasm, the smile on Paul's face disappeared, and he said with a straight face: "Listen, I hate the teacher, I know that you don't really like my work very much." But in fact, what I did was righteous and valuable. ”

What?

Song Wenbin was stunned, even if he was well-informed, he couldn't help but feel outrageous at this moment.

You may be able to make a lot of money selling cocaine, but no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with justice.

"I have to say, you feel very good about yourself."

Song Wenbin's cautious yin and yang way.

"Hahaha~" After laughing, Paul said seriously: "Many people have said this, but I don't feel good about myself, I have a reason to do it." ”

"Okay."

Song Wenbin gave a thumbs up: "I'll listen to you." ”

Paul didn't care about the sincerity of the disgusting teacher in front of him, he looked at the camera and said clearly: "For as long as I can remember, this land has been ravaged by violence and chaos almost forever, gangsters, criminals, murders, drugs, and so on.

When I was very young, several members of my family died in a gang fire, which you may not imagine, but it was all real to me.

Now that I'm older, I swear that this chaos will end in my lifetime!! ”

Song Wenbin: ......

Paul turned his head, pressed Song Wenbin's shoulder, and said: "For more than ten years, I have been working hard to operate, but with little success, but maybe God is pitiful, God sent you to my side, I hate the teacher, I have watched a lot of your programs, I think you have devilish power, so, I hope you can help me!" Help me with this great idea!! ”

Song Wenbin was stunned when he heard this, he widened his eyes and asked: "Brother, I am so enthusiastic that you said it, whether I have the power of the devil or not is two words, but... This kind of thing...... Don't talk about me, even if you get Satan, there's no way. ”

"No, Satan exists, he's in Mexico."

Paul took a deep breath and said in a solemn tone: "Today's biggest leader in our area is the Mara Gang established by the Mexican Moseses, who send thousands of tons of various drugs to North America every year, and they control almost all sales channels, but they never wait to see my products. ”

"Your product..."

is also a businessman, Song Wenbin really doesn't want to hear the word product from this colleague.

"Yes, they favor methamphetamine, poppy extract, things like that. But he scoffed at cocaine. Paul said melancholy.

"For... Why? ”

Song Wenbin stammered and asked.

The conversation exploded beyond his imagination.

"Because it's not strong enough."

Paul said with a cold face.

"Good guys..."

Song Wenbin muttered.

In an instant, Paul regained his strength, saying, "But I can already see that the Mexican empire is actually on the verge of falling apart." Since the leader of the Mara Gang died of pneumonia the year before, his successor does not have perfect control over the land, on the contrary, he acts crazy and extreme, and even pays no attention to the DEA, and it is only a matter of time before he is destroyed. But at the end of the day, it's the products they sell that are too harmful, for the land, for the people here! ”

Paul said righteously.

"Good guys..."

Song Wenbin was impressed: "Then what are you going to do!" ”

At this point, Paul deeply took the hand of the tired teacher and said expectantly: "I hope you can become my lobbyist, go to Mexico with me, and persuade the leaders of the Mara gang to give up methamphetamine and traditional poppy, and mainly cocaine!" ”

Song Wenbin got goosebumps from being pulled by him, and he felt that he was crazy to have such a conversation.

"It's not... You're asking me to sell this thing? You really make me ......"

"Of course! I hate the teacher, you can sell bananas for gold, and naturally you can sell cocaine for the price of heroin, can't you? Paul looked at Song Wenbin, and his body trembled with excitement: "This can not only make money, but also reduce the health of addicts all over North America, which is a great merit, isn't it?" ”

Song Wenbin looked at him and couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth Chinese: "CNM ....."