Chapter 74
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Inside the heavily guarded Port of Famous Paintings, rows of heavily armed soldiers stood in every corner. At the Port of Famous Paintings, a foreign man in a white suit was talking to a US Army soldier who was standing guard.
After a long time, the man in the white suit packed up the documents on the stage and returned to the car. Finally, it's done. Let's go. The man in the suit shouted to the driver, "We have to be faster this time. I just asked around. Four or five of our damn colleagues have already gone in. I really don't know how those guys got the news."
"Faster, faster, faster." The man in the suit urged the driver as he spoke. "My lord, I can't go any faster. Don't you see where we are? I can't go faster even if I want to! Don't talk too much. Drive your car. If you talk too much, I'll fire you. "
Hearing the risk of being fired, the driver immediately shut his mouth. He just increased the speed of the car. He didn't dare to drive too fast because there were armed soldiers nearby. If he was misunderstood and fired a few shots at the car, he wouldn't be able to cry even if he wanted to.
When his eyes saw the badly damaged destroyer, the man in the white suit said to the person behind him, "Blake, we've arrived at our destination. It's up to you later." (This guy was also called Blake) "Don't worry, Drake. I'll definitely get first-hand information this time and surpass those damn opponents."
When the car drove to the designated parking place, Blake and Drake's faces darkened. Dreams were plentiful, but reality was cruel. They wanted to be the first to arrive at the scene of the accident. Didn't others also want to be the first to arrive at the scene of the accident? So don't think of others as too stupid.
There were already six cars parked at the parking place. Among them, there were three Asian-looking reporters who were taking out interview tools from the car. One of the Asians saw Blake get out of the car and immediately went forward to greet him. "Hello, my name is Takeshita Michiko, a reporter from the Mainichi Shimbun. Are you also a reporter here for an interview? Yes, I'm also a reporter. When did you arrive here? "
Blake responded politely. "I'm a little late. My teacher Jing Xiangheng arrived an hour earlier than me. Can you hurry up, Takeshita? We're not here to chat. If you want to chat, we can talk after the interview." I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Watanabe senpai. Takeshita Michiko quickly bowed to his colleague and apologized. Takeshita turned to Blake and said, "I'm sorry, I have to go do my work. Let's talk again when we have a chance in the future." It doesn't matter, Mr. Takeshita. You can go ahead with your work. Work matters are more important. I can see that you are a more talkative person. Since we are both reporters, there will be more opportunities to interact in the future. After Takeshita walked away, Blake said to Drake with an unhappy face, "These damn Japanese people are even more sensitive than dogs. Look at the cars, at least four of the six cars are Japanese."
He really couldn't understand where they got this information from. Drake, didn't you say you got your information from your brother? Didn't you say you had firsthand information?
Now look at our situation. We're more than an hour behind them. Explain to me what's going on. I paid your brother for the information.
The fee was not low. It was a full 2000 USD. Who would dare to pay so much money? Could it be that your brother sold information everywhere?
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