The car started, left the gate of the Customs Police Station, and drove onto the coastal avenue. The straight and wide concrete road surface was lined with tall buildings on both sides, presenting a modern and prosperous scene. Luo Lie sat in the middle of the back seat, looking directly at the scene outside the front window of the car. Although he felt emotion in his heart, his face was deep and silent. An Zhai beside him looked at the tall buildings on the other side through the car window, and couldn't help but exclaim in his mouth.

"Did you two really sneak up on the left side of the back seat?" On the left side of the back seat, Cao Bin leaned on the back of the seat, closed his eyes slightly, and the questioning sound was very soft, and there was a feeling of neither salt nor light in his tone. The brother who ordered the cigar for Cao Bin was sitting in the passenger seat, and at this time he turned halfway and warned at Luo Lianzhai: "You two should be honest, Brother Bin doesn't like children who love to lie."

An Zhai turned his head and was about to speak, but Luo Lie robbed him first: "We are not smuggling, we are foreign students sent by the Qing Dynasty. Because he identified a thief on the boat, he was retaliated by the thief and cheated away our documents."

Cao Bin heard this, but had no reaction.

The car drove on the coastal avenue for a while, then turned to the east, and saw that the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road were more dense, and there were more vehicles on the road and pedestrians on the road. The bustling area was only one section. Going forward, there were fewer tall buildings, but the pedestrians on the road were not reduced. However, you can clearly distinguish them by looking at the clothes and dressing. In this area, there are mostly Chinese people and few foreigners.

"After getting home, cut your braids." Cao Bin, who was squinting his eyes, suddenly said again. Listening to Cao Bin's words alone, it seemed that there was room for negotiation, but when you carefully examine Cao Bin's tone, it meant that it was irresistible.

Before Luo Liean Zhai could react, the brother in the passenger seat answered simply: "Yes, Brother Bin!"

After being stunned for a few seconds, Luo Lie spoke out: "No, I won't cut it."

The brother in the passenger seat immediately turned around and glared at Luo Lie fiercely. Cao Bin waved his hand to stop the brother from further intimidation and asked calmly: "Why don't you want to cut it?"

Luo Lie blurted out, "My grandfather won't let the cut."

Cao Bin once again had no response.

The car continued to move forward, and the scene in front of him became familiar, especially the sign on the roadside, which was no longer unfamiliar in English, but turned into Chinese characters. The car stopped slowly in front of a courtyard. The courtyard was obviously different from the surrounding buildings. Although the walls were high, they were waist-length above, and were all made of red bricks. The courtyard gate was no longer a traditional wooden vermilion gate, but two iron fences. When the car came, a person immediately opened the gate. The car slowly drove in. There was a path made of bluestone bricks in the door. The bluestone bricks were very regular. Although the gap between bricks was clearly visible, the car was almost without bumps when driving on it. The two sides of the path were full of trees that could not be called, the trunk was not high, but the crown was wide, and a tree shady corridor was arched above the path.

This tree-lined path is a hundred meters deep. After the car drove out of this path, his eyes suddenly became clear. The huge pool was filled with lotus leaves and lotus flowers. In the middle of the pool was a tall rockery. Behind the pool was an open land. Behind the pool was a classic European-style building. The building was not high and only three floors, but it covers a large area, about fifty meters wide and nearly thirty meters deep.

"Abiao, arrange for them to get a haircut and take a shower, and then go out to buy them some clothes." The car stopped in front of the building, Cao Bin opened the car door and got out of the car, gave an order to Abiao who was approaching, and then went straight to the steps at the door of the building. An Zhai had never taken a car before, fiddled with the car door a few times, but failed to open it. Abiao walked around from the rear of the car and reached out to open the car door.

"I don't want to cut the braids!" Luo Liean sat in the distance, his eyes that were still tender showed a firm look. One of An Zhai's feet had already touched the ground. When he heard Luo Lie's stubbornness, he immediately took back the foot that stepped out of the car door. Like Luo Lie, he said firmly: "I don't want to cut the braids, either."

A Biao has followed Cao Bin for more than ten years and is quite familiar with the boss's thoughts. Among Cao Bin's many industries, buying and selling labor is the most profitable business. Although the profits of child labor are slightly weak, mosquitoes have little legs but they are still meat. However, it is obvious that Brother Bin seems to be quite destined to be with the two children in the car and does not intend to trade them as laborers.

"What? I'm still thinking about getting back the documents and re-engaging in foreign students sent by the Qing Dynasty? Save it, if you don't cut your braids, Brother Bin can't help you get a new identity certificate. If you are encountered by a foreign police, you have to throw you back to prison. At that time, will you still expect Brother Bin to spend money to buy you?" A Biao leaned on the butt of the car, took out a pack of Marlboro from his pocket, took out a match, took out a cigarette, lit a cigarette, sprayed a sip of smoke, and then said: "You two don't know, now it's not as good as before. The foreigners in the past really welcomed us, the cattle from the Qing Dynasty, the cattle from the Qing Dynasty, were really welcomed by us.

Tails, can endure hardships, and will rush to do any kind of dirty and tiring work, but there is a lot of contributions from our Qing people here. But now, they are great, prosperous, and awesome, and we don’t need the oxtails, so we complain, saying that we snatched away their jobs and would not stay here, but save them, and then secretly take them back. Cutting the braids means that you no longer plan to return to the Qing Dynasty, and the foreigners will reluctantly accept you..." After a moment, A Biao took a sip of cigarettes and smiled bitterly: "Oh! Why do I tell you these things? In a simple sentence, I love to cut them or not!"

An Zhai hesitated a little, and his retracted foot stepped out again, but turned his head to look at Luo Lie, hesitated for a moment, but finally took the foot back.
Chapter completed!