Chapter 2345

Ye Chen, having decided to bring Lang Hongjun along, quickly formulated his next words and prepared for two possible scenarios and corresponding responses.

He planned to first ask Lang Hongjun to join him in becoming a sailor; if Lang Hongjun refused, he would have the people from Wanlong Hall follow him after he disembarked, tracking him to his hideout.

If Lang Hongjun agreed, he would then see whether the contact person for Mei Yuzhen would also agree; if so, he could smoothly follow Lang Hongjun into the other party's inner circle.

But if the other party refused, he would still use the first plan, treating Lang Hongjun as bait and quietly tailing him.

Thus, he pretended to have a sudden idea and said to Lang Hongjun: "Old brother, since I have nothing to do in Mexico anyway, why don't you introduce me too? I'll just go with you to become a sailor."

Lang Hongjun also found Ye Chen easy to talk to, so he readily replied: "Sure, but I can't make the decision. After we land and meet the person picking us up, I'll ask them if they're still hiring. If they are, you can come along with us."

"Alright." Ye Chen smiled and said: "Thank you, old brother."

Lang Hongjun waved his hand: "No need to be polite. By the way, little brother, what should I call you?"

"Ye Chen, and you, old brother?"

"Lang Hongjun."

Soon, the plane landed smoothly. During taxiing, Ye Chen turned off his phone's flight mode and sent a message to Wan Pojun, containing only eight characters: "Plans have changed, act according to circumstances."

Afterward, once the plane came to a stop, he and Lang Hongjun collected their luggage and disembarked together.

While queuing for customs, Ye Chen asked Lang Hongjun: "Old brother, will someone be picking you up later, or do you have to go on your own?"

"Someone will pick me up." Lang Hongjun said: "My mother's friend told me earlier that it's still about a hundred kilometers to Ensenada Port, and since I'm unfamiliar with the place, going alone would be troublesome, so she had the shipping company there send a car to pick me up."

He added: "When we meet later, I'll ask them if they're still hiring. If they are, we two brothers will just follow their car."

"Sure." Ye Chen said with a smile: "Then later, I'll trouble you to say a few good words for me, old brother."

Lang Hongjun quickly replied: "Don't be polite, don't be polite—it's just a small favor. Besides, I don't have any special abilities, so whether it works out isn't up to me; it's up to them."

Afterward, the two presented their passports and cleared customs. Since neither had checked luggage, they headed straight for the airport exit as soon as they cleared.

At that moment, many people were holding name signs at the airport exit to pick up passengers, and since most of the signs were in English or Spanish, the Chinese ones were very easy to spot.

Soon, Lang Hongjun saw a young Chinese man holding a sign with his name on it, and he quickly said to Ye Chen: "Over there, hurry up!"

Saying that, the two broke into a light jog toward him.

Upon reaching him, Lang Hongjun waved and smiled: "Hello, I am Lang Hongjun!"

The young man saw Lang Hongjun, cautiously pulled out his phone from his pocket, opened a photo, and checked it up and down. After confirming it was Lang Hongjun, he noticed another young Chinese man beside him, pointed at Ye Chen, and asked warily: "Who is this person? Is he with you?"

Lang Hongjun accompanied his words with a smile: "This young man is named Ye Chen. He is a fellow countryman I met on the plane. Our seats were next to each other. He owes some money domestically and can't repay it, so he fled to Mexico, not knowing what to do. Hearing that I'm coming to work as a sailor, he also wants to give it a try. I just don't know if they're still hiring here."

Ye Chen beside him quickly said: "I can endure hardship, I'm willing to work, and I can do any tough or tiring job."

The young man couldn't help but frown, then said: "Wait a moment, I'll call my superior to ask."

After speaking, he took his phone, walked far away, and only after making sure no one was nearby did he pull out his phone and make a call.

As soon as the call connected, a man's voice came from the other end asking: "Have you picked up the person?"

"Yes, I have." The young man said respectfully: "The man surnamed Lang just got off the plane."

The other party asked again: "Have you verified his identity information? Does it match the data provided by Mei Yuzhen?"

The young man hurriedly replied: "I have already verified it—it's indeed him."

"Hmm." The other party said lazily: "Since you've picked him up, hurry up and bring him over. Be careful on the way, and don't let him notice anything suspicious."

The young man lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Ma, there's something I need to tell you: on the plane, Lang Hongjun also met a young Chinese man who came to Mexico. Their seats were adjacent, and they seemed to get along well. That kid doesn't have a fixed job, so he wants to follow Lang Hongjun to become a sailor too. He's currently asking me if we're still hiring. What do you think we should do about this?"

The other party fell silent for a moment, then said solemnly: "That young man has already met Lang Hongjun and has also seen you. If Lang Hongjun ever goes missing, the police in the U. S. could use the seat information from the flight to track him down, and he would definitely give you away. As long as he still remembers what you look like, the police could then sketch your portrait, and that would cause you trouble."

"Damn..."

The young man cursed under his breath, then gritted his teeth and said: "Damn it, instead of doing that, it's better to just bring this kid along too. When we get there, we can give him a checkup to see if he has any use. I think he's young and strong—he should fetch a good price. This way, we kill two birds with one stone, right?"

The man on the other end of the phone cautiously asked: "Do you think this kid has any problems? Could he be an undercover cop?"

"Well..." The young man hesitated: "Probably not... After all, cops shouldn't be able to track us down this line, and besides, this kid is from China—he's not American."

But the other party replied: "Never trust what people say. Cops will never tell you they're cops. The U. S. has so many Chinese-American police officers; they could easily send a young man over here, pretending to be from China, and without careful verification, it would be very hard to tell."

"Then what should we do?" The young man said: "As you said, he's already seen me. Whether he's a cop or not, I can't let him go..."

The other party thought for a moment, then said: "Do this: find an excuse to look at his passport and see whether he's really from China. If he truly has a Chinese passport, then he definitely can't be an American cop."

The young man instinctively said: "But can't passports be easily forged? We forge who knows how many fake passports every day. If he really is a cop, what kind of passport couldn't he forge?"

The other party laughed: "You're foolish. Won't you check his entry and exit records? A fake passport might fool us, but it won't fool customs. Look at the stamp for his Mexico entry—was it stamped today? Then check the stamp from when he went from China to the U. S. —was it recent? If so, that proves he's definitely not a cop. Then you can confidently bring him over. I'll arrange people to receive him, and as soon as he arrives, we'll directly seize and detain him. Isn't that just a big fool walking right into our trap?"

"Hey!" The young man suddenly felt much more relieved, laughing and saying: "Uncle Ma, as they say, ginger is still spicy when old—you're still the best!"