Super Smuggling System

gold.

Li Mu handed over half of the broken gold to Old York, and said, "This black slave is mine now, does he have a slave contract or something like that?"

"Yes, it's on me." Old York quickly took half of the gold, then turned it upside down, feeling the weight of the gold in his hand.

Afraid that Li Mu would regret it, after confirming the authenticity of the gold with a simple method, he immediately pulled out a stack of papers from his arms.

Apparently, these are slave bondage or something.

Holding the gold, Old York rummaged through the contract, took out a contract and handed it to Li Mu, saying, "Then, this is the contract of that damned nigger."

Li Mu took the contract, without looking at it, he handed it behind him and said, "Let's take a look, is it your promise?"

The black slave came forward a little emotionally, and did not dare to reach out to accept the promise, but looked down and said, "Yes, sir."

"How is it? I, Old York, will not lie to you." Hearing the confirmation of the black slave, Old York said proudly, and then put the stack of slave contracts in his hand back into his bosom.

"Unless you don't want that half of gold, or you want to taste whether my fist is hard enough."

Glancing at the stack of contracts in Old York's hand, Li Mu didn't pay attention, but took out a match from his bosom, and lit the contract in his hand.

He is not a saint, he can't save so many irrelevant people, and saving this black slave is just his shadow in the stubborn eyes of the black slave when he was being beaten.

In the shock of everyone, Li Mu stepped on the contract that had been burned to ashes, turned around and took back his gun from the shocked black slave, and said: "It is fate to meet you, you are free, it is best that this is the last time, Next time, you won't be so lucky."

"Let's go, find a place to cut your hair."

Touching the hair on his head, he has been in the first two smuggling planes for several years, and his jet-black hair has never been cut.

Now I finally have the chance.

"Sir." The black slave stood there in a daze, looking at Li Mu who left, not knowing what to do, freedom, this is beyond the scope of his imagination

The people around saw that after the three of Li Mu left, only the black slave was left behind. Naturally, these white people were not afraid of anything. They had lost their guns, and they were still afraid of a black man, so they surrounded Old York one after another.

"Old York, you have made money this time. A lowly black slave has allowed you to make such a large piece of gold."

"I didn't expect that yellow-skinned man to be really rich, and he sold a gold bar." A white man licked his lips and looked at where Li Mu left.

"Yeah, he's really rich. It looks like that guy has more than one gold bar."

Old York said with an unhappy face: "Are you stupid, don't you know they have guns?"

"Then what? We also have guns." People around said.

"Do you think a person who can break gold is an ordinary person?" Old York looked at the gold in his hand, which was about to be twisted into a twist.

He is short-tempered and greedy for money, but he is not stupid and knows that some stupid things cannot be done.

The people around also noticed the gold in Old York's hands at this time, and they all gasped. It is true that they could not separate a piece of gold with their bare hands without using tools.

Seeing this, everyone somewhat extinguished their lustful thoughts.

At this time, the black slave didn't know where he went.

Chapter 3 The Charm of Money

The society of the United States deserves to be a country built on money. Whether it is 1858 or the modern America on this plane, as long as you have money, you can get good services in this country. ? Huo Ran? Text? ???????. ?r?a?n ?e?n?`o?r?g

Similarly, without money, not to mention services, this country is hell.

"Sir, is your hair wrapped up for you?"

A white hairdresser held a bunch of hair in his hands, and with a smile on his face, he asked Li Mu how to deal with the newly cut hair.

"Help me find a beautiful box to wrap it up." Through the mirror in front of him, Li Mu looked at the long black hair in the barber's hand, and finally chose to keep it instead of throwing it away.

After all, his long hair was grown in the smuggling plane for several years. It would be a pity if he lost it casually now, and he can keep it as a souvenir.

"Okay sir." After the white barber finished speaking, he handed over the hair in his hand to the apprentice beside him, and said, "Nick, find this gentleman a delicate box to put it in, remember to be careful, or you will be beaten." .”

"Okay, teacher." Apprentice Nick took the lock of hair carefully, and turned to look for the box. He knew that if he couldn't do it well, the teacher would really beat him up.

The white barber held the haircut scissors, looked at Li Mu in the mirror, and said with a smile, "Sir, shall we start cutting hair?"

"En." Li Mu nodded softly.

With permission, the white barber moved the scissors in his hand and said with a smile: "Sir, don't look at you with yellow skin, but I, old Mark, will not discriminate against you people. You know, people with your skin, but The most industrious is the most industrious nation I have ever seen...."

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With the enthusiastic praise of the white barber, Li Mu's hair fell under the scissors.

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Not long after, the white barber cut the hairstyle according to Li Mu's request, looked in the mirror and said, "Sir, your design is really great. From now on, my old Mark will cut the hair of customers according to your design. Then the customer It will definitely crush my barber shop."

At the same time, the white barber's subordinates kept moving, cleaning up some fine hair on Li Mu's shoulders.

"Really?" Li Mu stood up, looked at himself in the mirror, with a short hair design only available on the real plane, and said with a full smile, "Then I congratulate you on your prosperous business."

"Of course, to use a saying from Mr.'s hometown, it's all thanks to...Mr., haha, that's right." Old Mark smiled. Although his voice was nondescript, luckily the meaning was similar.

"Hometown?" Li Mu was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on the distance.

Thinking about it, this third smuggling plane, the Central Plains, will face a catastrophe in the near future. I don't know if he will be able to make it in time.

Seeing this, Old Mark didn't step forward to disturb him, but just glanced at the table beside him from time to time, and there was something on it that attracted him.

If it weren't for the fact that there were two big white men standing next to him, and he himself was a little thin, I'm afraid this guy would have rushed to that table a long time ago.

Li Mu, who came back to his senses, saw the eyes of old Mark and knew what this guy was thinking, so he pointed to the table and said, "The half of the gold is yours."

The table he was pointing to was the one that had attracted old Mark, and on that table was half a piece of gold.

This half of gold was thrown on it directly by Li Mu after entering the shop.

Otherwise, how could the old Mark, a white hairdresser, be so enthusiastic, asking how to deal with the hair, and flattering too much.

It's all about the face of that half of gold.

"Oh, my lord, how generous you are."

After finishing speaking, the old Mark picked up the half of the gold and bit it with his mouth. In a blink of an eye, he saw the apprentice Nick coming over with a box in his arms, and said quickly, "Nick, quickly hand over the box to this honorable gentleman, and let him see it." See if you agree."

Under the influence of gold, the white barber fully demonstrated the charm of money to Li Mu.

"Sir, your box." Apprentice Nick handed the box to Li Mu.