Lin Fan and others were walking in this somewhat dark passage. It was like a sewer. There was the sound of water dripping next to it. Lin Fan was a little suspicious. They were really going to the punk trading place. They couldn't be so cheating. Smit walked in front, "Fan, don't worry, we will be there soon. After walking through this passage, there is the trading place in front." Smit was the same as Lin Fan when he came here for the first time. He felt that there was something fucked up here. Oh, what kind of trading place, the passage turned out to be an underground pipeline. It would take someone with a lot of pain to design this place. Soon they saw the light in front of them, and the three of them couldn't help but speed up their pace. Instantly, the noise reached their ears. It turned out that this was really a trading place. Lin Fan was dumbfounded as he looked at everything in front of him, how capable he was to be able to build this place. This place is almost like a vegetable market on the ground. There are various signs hanging on many stalls, although Lin Fan cannot read English. But time is urgent, not the time to watch, "Fan, come with me, I will take you to the smuggling place, there are planes flying to India over there." Smit has been here several times, although he is not familiar with this place. It was too familiar, but Smit still knew something about it. Soon the three of them came to a stall. Crouching on the stall was a man in black clothes. His face could not be seen clearly, and his age was unknown. Smit asked immediately and spoke a lot of English. Lin Fan felt that he had to redeem his language skills that day, but he couldn't understand it at all, except for that other sentence. I learned this in primary school. However, the man in front of him didn't even raise his head or say a word. This made Lin Fan a little strange, and Smit couldn't help but get a little angry. What is going on? It was not like this when he came here before. Could it be that there have been some reforms recently? I haven't figured out the rules here. The person squatting on the ground suddenly wanted to turn around and run away. Lin Fan had quick eyes and quick hands and caught the man in black in an instant. When he saw this man¡¯s face clearly, Smit suddenly cursed. "Franco, why are you here?" Smit said this sentence in Chinese, and Lin Fan naturally understood it. It seemed that the two of them knew each other and seemed to be very familiar with each other. The man in front of me is a young man, who actually looks a bit like Smith. Could this be Smit's son? Lin Fan thought to himself. "I'll settle the score with you when I get back. These two are your friends. Please call me uncle." Smit said. Lin Fan felt a little sick when he heard this. He guessed how old he was, and the young man in front of him, your son Franco, seemed to be older than him. "Haha, hello, uncle." Franco said with a playful smile. He hated his father deeply. If nothing else, he just spoke this fluent Chinese. He couldn't do it before because he was obsessed with Fei. If you want to learn, you should learn with him. If you don¡¯t learn until the end, you will speak more fluently than him. Lin Fan looked a little embarrassed, but he pretended to accept it. "Your uncles, you want to go to India. Do you have any connections?" Smit said. Although I couldn't figure out why my son was here, it seemed that he was involved in this aspect, so I was prepared to slowly interrogate him until the end. "Haha, yes, but this" Franco rubbed his hands, which means anyone can understand. "Boom". Smit knocked Franco on the head, "You son of a bitch, you still want to ask for money." Franco suddenly looked aggrieved, "Dad, you can't do this, this is business, otherwise I would "It's a loss-making business." Lin Fan smiled. Franco was Smit's son. He wouldn't let Franco do it in vain. He took a card out of his pocket and said, "There are half a million here, which is enough." Not enough." Franco Lin Fan took out a card, smiled immediately, took the card in his hand quickly, looked at the card, and was a little confused as to which card it was. Lin Fan also noticed Franco's confusion and smiled, "This is a card from Hua Xia Bank. The password is 060921." Franco nodded and hurriedly put the card in his arms, fearing that others would snatch it. . "Thank you, uncle." Franco shouted positively, not feeling unhappy at all because he felt that Lin Fan was younger than him. Franco was thinking in his heart, where did I know the man in front of him? He is simply a God of Wealth, much more generous than the friends Smit had known before. Smit glared at Franco from the side, and Franco pretended not to see him, "Follow me, I will take you away now." Smit's exchange with his sonThere are a lot of them. I don¡¯t know what he is doing now, so I just went to take a look at this time. After walking, I do n¡¯t know where to go. Anyway, it ¡¯s already outside, after all, I have seen the sky. This place is already confusing. There is more than one entrance and exit to this place, but this is normal. If no one goes out or comes in from that way, there will be no one outside at the beginning. But when you go out from here, you can only open it from the inside, and it is impossible to get in from the outside. And when you go out, there are people guarding the outside, so it is impossible to get in from here, unless you use violence to get in. When I walked in here, planes were parked there. "Son, which one is yours?" Smit asked when he saw this. ¡°It¡¯s not here yet, it¡¯s coming soon,¡± Franco said. They walked for a few more minutes, "Here we are, this is it." When Lin Fan saw it, he was stunned. This plane Franco didn¡¯t seem to know that some of Lin Fan¡¯s eggs were already broken, and said to himself, ¡°This is my baby.¡± After saying this, he reached out and touched it. "How's it going? Isn't it great?" "This plane can fly." This was the only thing Lin Fan wanted to say. This plane looked a little shabby. Don't let it fall apart in the air halfway through the flight. "Don't worry, there is nothing wrong with my plane. You see, these parts are all the latest products. Even the parts of those airlines' planes may not be as good as mine." Franco said confidently. Lin Fan nodded, presumably Franco would not take his life for granted. "Okay, let's take off now." Lin Fan said. "Okay, it happens to be full of oil. One time is definitely enough." Franco said. This plane can seat five people and is much smaller than those airline planes. "I'll go too, maybe I can be of some help," Smit said. "Dad, don't join in the fun. I don't know that you can't even beat a big man. This kind of risky thing is not suitable for you." Franco said. Lin Fan was listening on the sidelines. Compared to Smit, who had not told his own secrets to his son, Franco's secrets had not been told to him either. What an interesting father and son pair. "Don't underestimate me," Smit said with a domineering look. Lin Fan smiled and said, "Smit, you can go, but just protect your son and leave the rest to us." "I still want him to protect you. Look at my muscles. I am the one who protects him." Almost." Franco said as he pulled up his sleeves and showed off his muscles.