In a materially poor area like Iraq, what should I do if I don’t disturb others, independently complete the packaging of the mailed package, and preserve the integrity of the items?

The simplest, most saving and direct way is only three words: universal glue

The car was fixed with universal glue, and then handed over to the express delivery for external packaging, and then mailed the item home through the military postal system. In order not to attract attention, An Feng did not specifically tell Han Zhiyan not to open it. As for the middle of the postal process... the US military did not have the tradition of dismantling soldiers' personal postal items.

What if the package is dispersed in the middle and the US military discovers the items hidden in the package? Private property is sacred and inviolable. Even if the US military discovers money hidden in the car, this is An Feng's personal spoil. The US military must carefully repackage the package and prove that it has never moved the items in the package. Of course, in this way, the news that the package contains a large amount of money will inevitably be leaked. When a person thinks about it, he may think of "bribe money and money".

But no matter how others associate it, the money is still from An Feng after all. The US military does not have the tradition of "confiscating personal legal labor income". This is An Feng's spoil, and no one can take it away.

There is no doubt about this.

Fortunately, An Feng's package is safely mailed to the home. Unfortunately, the sticky things of universal glue have a fatal disadvantage. This glue is relatively brittle and is afraid of vibration and shake.

Han Zhiyan sat on the hood, holding the teacup and immersed in memories. She unknowingly shook her body with the teacup. She shook her body for more than ten minutes unconsciously. This continuous, rhythmic shaking made the glue-tight area crisp. When Han Zhiyan jumped off the hood, the pressure released suddenly made the hood rebound, and the glue in the cemented area broke. So, the sesame opened the door and Alibaba's cave opened.

At the beginning, the gap that bounced was not enough⊥Han Zhiyan saw the whole truth, and Han Zhiyan looked around and found a pair of scissors. She inserted the scissor blade into the gap and wanted to pry open the entire hood, but she didn't expect that the hood was stronger than the scissor blade. The scissor blade was bent and still did not pry the bulletproof steel plate.

When prying the hood, Han Zhiyan suddenly felt something. She touched it completely along the gap in the hood and found that every distance, there was always something filled in the gap. There was also such a thing in the place where it bounced up just now, but it was broken. This thing felt a little flexible to touch, and it seemed a little transparent from the side...

Han Zhiyan thought for a while and found a bottle of engine oil from the barn, dripped the engine oil on the glue, and after a while, she stroked it. The glue had become very soft and could be rubbed off with her hands.

A circle of engine oil dripped along the gap of the hood. After waiting for a while, Han Zhiyan finally wiped all the glue clean, but she still couldn't open the hood. Standing there for a while, she returned to the car door and observed the door carefully again. She found that the door part was still stained with that kind of transparent object. Han Zhiyan continued to pour the engine oil into the gap of the car door.

Three minutes later, the car door opened and the car keys were in the glove box inside the car.

Standing beside the car, Han Zhiyan reached out and opened the hood door lock mechanically, then walked over and lifted the hood... She was stunned.

There is no engine inside the hood, no water tank, no battery pack, no air filter.

The entire machine in the hood was empty. The place where the machine was originally placed was filled with kraft paper bags, which were fixed with tape. The edges of the hood, perhaps to fill the vacancy and fix the kraft paper bags, were randomly stuffed with stacks of different amounts. The bills wrapped in plastic wrap were not worth much, one dollar, five dollars per dollar, ten dollars, and occasionally twenty dollars, but not much.

The first thought that came out of Han Zhiyan's mind was: close the barn door quickly.

When the barn door was closed, Han Zhiyan's hands kept shaking. She leaned on the closed door powerlessly. She was surprised that her first thought was not to report, to disconnect from her own relationship, and to not consider what was contained in the kraft paper bag?

It’s so luxurious and easy to fill the gap with cash...a wasteful habit. What industry does this habit come from? What is the kraft paper bag? Drugs? banned drugs? Or... other smuggled products?

Han Zhiyan shivered for a while before she came to her senses. When she calmed down, she hadn't thought of "reporting" or something. Of course, she had slipped in her heart these days, but she quickly turned it aside. She now had the same wish that she only wanted to protect.

Maybe An Feng was used, maybe he didn't know that he had been used yet, so I want to... hide the things.

Destroy it, can it be done, drug dealers are all cruel. If they come to find it and can't take out the things, they will take human life...

Han Zhiyan lowered her head and saw the discarded scissors on the ground. The edge of the scissors was bent on one side, but that didn't matter, it could still cut the tape.

She leaned over and picked up the scissors, walked back to the hood, took a deep breath, used the complete scissor blade to cut the tape, and then cut out a kraft paper bag, and then trembledly cut the kraft paper bag with the scissors' mouth, revealing the... US dollar bill inside.

This cannot prove anything.

Han Zhiyan continued to work hard and cut a few kraft paper bags in succession. Then, she finally believed that all the kraft paper bags were filled with the goods transported by US dollars An Feng this time, which were cash.

He and the counterfeit money dealer went online and he actually started to transport counterfeit money.

No, you have to burn these...?

Han Zhiyan took out her cell phone tremblingly and dialed An Feng's number tremblingly. At this moment, no one answered the phone.

Han Zhiyan suddenly knelt on the cold land, and she felt weak and weak all over.

I don’t know how long it took, Han Zhiyan jumped up. She rushed to the driver’s seat and searched in the gadget frantically. She touched the pistol in the gadget. She immediately grabbed the gun tremblingly, took a deep breath to calm herself, and then tried to recall what An Feng taught, removed the magazine, checked the barrel, then reloaded the magazine, and pushed the bullet into the load.

Don’t say, she had a gun in her hand and felt much calmer. With this calmness, Han Zhiyan found that the situation in the car was also a bit strange. The back of the passenger seat was a bit abnormal. She reached out and fumbled and touched several square objects... It was still a kraft paper bag. When she pinched it with her hand, she could still hear the rustling of the paper.

Han Zhiyan took out her cell phone again and began to call An Feng. Numerous thoughts were rolling in her mind. Seeing that the phone was lasting and no one answered, she immediately jumped into the voicemail box and used fluent expressions to the microphone... Hakka dialect: "Hi, I have received the Hummer you sent back. I put it in the yard as your war memorial. Do you think it's OK?"

It must be said that the environment forces people. Han Zhiyan used to be a lazy, unmotivated little woman who just wanted to be spoiled and cared for by others. In the past, she thought it was very good to know several dialects when she was on domestic flights, but when she arrived at a foreign airline, she had to work hard to develop her language skills. Of course, in a foreign airline, just a few words of domestic dialects would not be enough to read, and she also needed dialogue skills.

Han Zhiyan thought she was not working hard enough and being able to speak foreign language fluently was forced by life, so she was not interested in learning more foreign languages, so she focused on domestic dialects. She used to have a foundation in Cantonese, and with the help of Cantonese, she learned some difficult Hunan dialects and Fujian dialects.

An Feng is a genius in language. When Han Zhiyan was learning Hakka dialect, An Feng started talking to Han Zhiyan after only a few voices. Han Zhiyan barely learned this language during practice with An Feng... Well, An Feng is a genius in language. He not only understands several dialects, but also understands the language of many countries. Han Zhiyan believes that An Feng can understand the pronunciation he left.

I remember when practicing Hakka dialect, An Feng suddenly talked about the movie "Wind Speecher". At that time, he joked: The more difficult the language is, the more it can be used as a password and a code... Well, An Feng is not only a genius in language, but Han Zhiyan admitted: An Feng is far superior to her in terms of IQ. This is what she always feels like in front of An Feng, and she always feels that she is a weak person and needs protection. Although An Feng is far younger than her.

Sure enough, An Feng quickly understood what she meant. After a while, the voice message came, and he still used Hakka dialect.

"It's not convenient for me to answer the phone now. The package I sent back..." An Feng paused clearly here and continued: "That car is no longer usable. Find a place to store it and wait until I go back to deal with it... Okay, I'm fine here, I can go back soon, take care of it yourself."

The point of this sentence is: find a place to store it and wait for me to go back to deal with it.

Han Zhiyan quickly replied to the message: "I understand, don't worry, I will take good care of myself."

The point of this sentence is: I understand, I will take good care of some cash).

Han Zhiyan hung up the phone and then heard the vague call in the yard. She regretted why people saw the Hummer because the sound was approaching the barn. In a hurry, Han Zhiyan cleaned up the ground, stuffed the broken money back, and then returned the hood to its original position in panic. She lifted her hair, glanced at the teacup thrown aside at the corner of her eyes, immediately picked up the teacup, made a ladylike look again, and held the teacup as if she was leisurely greeted.

But the two people who came across the street didn't think of Han Zhiyan's lady. Xia Xinran laughed wide with her eyes wide open and blurted out: "Sister Han, your face is full of motor oil. What's going on? Are you repairing a car?"

Car? Han Zhiyan is very sensitive to this word now, so she quickly turned around and locked the barn. Then she showed her teeth and smiled at the other party, asking unsteadily: "Why, are you asking me for something?"

Xia Xinran looked at the barn strangely, then smiled again on her face: "Sister Han, I'm going to say goodbye. Thank you for your lunch. Are you still satisfied with my job?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied," Han Zhiyan was a little panicked.

"Okay, please sign a letter," Xia Xinran handed over the form in her hand.

This is a worksheet. What Xia Xinran has done, just check it on it and then mark the total work time.

After Han Zhiyan signed the letter, Xia Xinran put away the form and thanked him, and then said: "I will come tomorrow night, but I can only work for an hour, and I have to go home during the lights. Although it is a holiday now, I still need to work during the day and do community activities. From now on, I can do it for a longer time on weekends, but I think this job will be getting better and better as long as Anyang is on track."

"I understand." Han Zhiyan wanted to send the other party away quickly, and she waved to the other party: "So, see you tomorrow night."

Xia Xinran said goodbye obediently, and stared at the barn again when she left. Han Zhiyan's heart was thrilled and she quickly reminded: "This, Xinran, the Hummer you saw today... Don't tell me about this, you also know that the military is afraid of extremists' revenge... You know this."

Xia Xinran waved: "Sister Han, I understand..."

When Xia Xinran left, Anyang scratched his scalp and looked puzzled: "Sister Han, my mind is getting more and more confused now. What Xia Xinran said just now made me confused about the purpose of learning. What am I, what am I coming from?

While Han Zhiyan was greeting Anyang and walked into the house, she explained: "This... Although I don't understand what she said, my brother said before that what he learned in elementary school was: how to work hard to change the world. Later, what he learned in British schools was: how to change yourself. Do you understand this?

This world is big, you can't change the world, but you can change yourself, let yourself change your life, and survive in another world. Do you understand this? You can only live here for a year, and you can just watch everything. Many of the ideas taught here are in conflict with the country. If you learn something here, go back to change the world, and go back to fight for a career for life, you will be the "turtle" who was ridiculed in China, and you will live a miserable life.

But if you hold on to what you learned from here, go back to change yourself and only change your purpose, then you will live a very prosperous life. Well, in fact, it is not scary to go by quickly. For example, if you go by simply seeing a search engine and copy it, you are Li Yanhong who returned from State University of New York; if you go by simply seeing a portal and copy it, you are the initiator of Sina, Sohu, and NetEase. Even if you go by simply finding expired paper patents in the United States, you are also the richest woman in China who monopolizes Chinese printing paper copy paper patents... Do you understand this? When you change yourself, maybe you change the world by the way.

You just said, "Learning purpose is to be confused, don't be confused. As long as you think about what you use, what can give you the ability to make a living that domestic people do not have, it will be worth it. Change is not terrible. It can change your concept and make you more competitive. Even if you take a quick look this year, it will be meaningful.

Remember, just change you and understand some differences yourself. The purpose of understanding these differences is to look at the problem from a higher perspective. As for others..., don't always want to change others, just live your own. Do you understand this?"

An Yang sighed lightly: "I understand. Understanding the difference is to more accurately understand the other party's thinking pattern... When my brother was a child, he told me that everyone has his own way of thinking. If he understands his way of thinking, he can deduce his decision."

At this time, the two of them had already walked into the living room. Han Zhiyan didn't care about Anyang's words. She patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "It's great that you can think so... Oh, you have been flying for more than ten hours and it's hard to sleep on the plane. Why don't you go to have a sleep and have a good rest."

Anyang yawned: "Of course, my brother is my role model. When I was a child, I didn't understand what my brother said. Now I understand a little more... Ah, I'm very sleepy, Sister Han, I'm going to sleep."

After walking a few steps, Anyang stopped and tilted his head and asked, "Sister Han, what's your relationship with my brother? Why do you live together?"

Han Zhiyan's face turned red, she immediately waved her hand and said, "You kid, go to bed quickly."

Seeing Anyang not moving, Han Zhiyan stumbled and replied: "This, your brother and I... well, we have a good relationship..."

Han Zhiyan couldn't speak this way because they were lovers. After all, they were very different in age; but if they were lovers, Han Zhiyan still felt embarrassed - thinking about how young An Feng was at the time, it was Han Zhiyan who accompanied him to the London Airport.

However, if the two of them are bedmates and friends, this is too embarrassing. Han Zhiyan seems to be so short of men, and she needs to go to bed with a man much younger than herself.

"Your brother lives in school all year round, and his house is empty. I can help him see the house when I move in..." This makes the two seem a little unfamiliar, and Han Zhiyan quickly added: "Your brother trusts me very much. We have known each other for many years, from London to Stockholm, and then to New York. We have known each other for more than ten years. Your brother feels relieved to hand over the things to me, and I am the same."

"Well, I flew around, and ran all over the world. The dormitory is a temporary place for me to sleep..." Han Zhiyan said more and more smoothly: "But I don't feel at ease to hand over my personal belongings to others. I have not had any problems with your brother for more than ten years. We trust each other, and we think each other can entrust it..."

Yes, that's it

Han Zhiyan firmly believed this, and her tone became more and more confident.

"Your brother has entrusted you to me now. This is your brother's home. You can try to be more comfortable here as you are at your own home. However, since this is America, you have to learn to think with the way of thinking here... Look, your brother and I are not at home usually, and you will also live in a host family in the future. Occasionally, you may not have anyone in the house, so you need to take care of it. Well, you are responsible for your own house, clean and wash clothes. You have to learn more about these self-care abilities from Xia Xinran.

Okay, that's it. Go back and go to bed quickly. When you have time, I'll take you to New York... I don't know how your brother arranged it. My arrangement is: the school will start in five weeks, you will have free time for four weeks. In four weeks, I'll send you to the host family to familiarize you with them in advance. As for how to arrange these four weeks... No matter what, maybe your brother will arrange someone again tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow, you go to bed now

When Anyang returned to his room, Han Zhiyan took a deep breath: Oh, Qu Jin should have gone to bed, right? Since she returned to her room, she has never shown up again. Maybe she went to a place like a normal flight attendant, first to sleep...

Han Zhiyan thought in her mind. She first washed the oil on her face, and then waited for a while. When her mood calmed down, she took a snakeskin bag and evasively went into the barn.

When Anyang and Qu Jin woke up again, it was already dark. Qu Jin was used to the jet lag. She looked at the watches with the double dials on her wrists and quickly got up to clean up. When she went downstairs to the living room, Anyang behind her rubbed his eyes and came out. The two greeted each other and went down the stairs to the living room.

There was only one faint lamp on in the living room, and there was a little smoke. Han Zhiyan sat under the dark lamp, her hair was wet, as if she had just taken a shower. Half a bottle of wine was placed beside her, and a few cigarette butts were thrown in the silver metal ashtray on the table, which was the kind of fine cigarette that women like to smoke. At this time, Han Zhiyan was a little drunk. She waved her hands weakly to the two and said, "Hey, hello, wake up, have you rested? This, go out for dinner by yourself, I'm very tired."

Qu Jin hurriedly said politely: "How can you do it? It's already a big trouble for you to live in your place. Let's go out to eat by ourselves.

Han Zhiyan waved her hand again: "It's okay to cook by yourself. Where is the kitchen? There is food in the refrigerator. Make dinner and clean up the kitchen... Anyang, come here, I'll give you change."

An Yang's eyes were pointed, and he suddenly found a gun under Han Zhiyan's butt. He blurted out: "Sister Han, how do you have a gun?"

Qu Jin was startled by Anyang's words and looked carefully. Oh, it was a pistol, brand new. The silver gun body shone even under the faint light, blinding the titanium alloy dog ​​eyes.

At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang. Han Zhiyan grabbed the gun and wanted to explain something to Anyang, while grabbing the remote control in a drunken state. Then, the TV on the big screen in the living room suddenly lit up, and the movement outside the door appeared on the screen.

A container truck was parked outside the door, with a certain express company pattern sticking on the door. A black man rang the doorbell, and a Mexican stood next to him. The black man shouted at the dialogue machine at the door: "Madam, I have an email to you. Is this Kane Barthley's house?"

Han Zhiyan felt her heart beating violently - emails? Why are there still emails? There are still people who send emails so late? Why do these two people look more and more like bad people? The more they look, the more they look fierce. Yes, Mexicans and blacks are the mainstream members among criminals. Are they really criminals...

In a panic, Han Zhiyan suddenly remembered the gun in her hand - By the way, I have a gun, I am a person with a gun.
Chapter completed!