In order to let the two of us get familiar with the train we will take tomorrow, the convoy deliberately took a roundabout to the railway line and let us take a look at the train that was parked on it and was about to start running tomorrow.

From the outside, the shape of this train is like an old-fashioned diesel locomotive. There are an old-fashioned black locomotive in front and forty or fifty cars hanging behind. There are dozens of staff working on the final inspection around the train.

I glanced at the dark train and said to Fatty Sun beside me: "What era is it? Such an old antique should have been in the steelmaking furnace for a long time. Who would still ride such an old guy now?"

Fatty Sun also looked at the train outside the car window, smiled, and said, "What you want is this retro style, spicy. Don't look at the old-fashioned outside, there are electric motorcycles inside. It's not me that what is popular now is the retro style. There are fifty-two cars hanging behind the front of the car, thirty-five cars for people, and the rest are restaurants, shows, bars, libraries and gyms. Of course, the most important entertainment car occupies ten cars. Malaysia is a religious country. Except for a few large casinos with license plates, only this train allows gambling. Of course, their own citizens cannot enter here. Getting on the train requires a foreign passport."

Speaking of this, Fatty Sun paused, looked at me and smiled, and said again: "Tell you something to refresh yourself. Last night, I asked my friend to check the performance of the first day of the train. Lazi, guess how much money did this train earn for the casino on the first day of the first day?"

Fatty Sun looked at me tilting my head and guessing. Before I could answer, he said himself: "750,000 US dollars, spicy, I earned 750,000 US dollars a day by train alone, so I would be almost 300 million a year. This train has been stopped for almost two years. How much does the casino make less? Who is not jealous? No wonder they have put the book on it so much."

Fatty Sun's words made me stun your tongue. I couldn't say that I could see this old-fashioned train, which had already become more rich. But not long after, the convoy left the train range. After more than twenty minutes, we two groups of people were taken to the door of a hotel in the city center.

After getting off the bus, after being introduced by Vice President Li, I realized that the hotel we stayed in was also an industry of Yunsong Group. Lin Binghuai, the head of Yunsong Casino and the president of Yunsong Group, had been waiting in the hotel lobby for a long time. It can be seen that this half-year-old man in his fifties had already pressed the hope of opening the bus on the two groups of us.

After saying a few polite words, Vice President Li began to introduce the priest Matsushima Suichiro from the Fukushima Shrine to President Lin. Unfortunately, the priest's Shamatt look was not very consistent with his exaggerated expression. After saying a few words, he turned to us.

"Mr. Sun, I have heard from Hong Kong's blind gold talk about a few of them, but unfortunately I have never had the chance to meet you. Today, I am really not as famous as meeting you. A few years ago, I met Mr. Gao Liang, and he is also a person I admire very much. Unfortunately, Mr. Gao Liang has passed away now." President Lin took the initiative to hold Fatty Sun's hand, and a little sigh appeared on his face. Then he continued: "If you can open traffic smoothly tomorrow, you will rely on you."

Fatty Sun smiled and said, "Don't worry about this, I'll give you a solid understanding here. As long as the train is fine, there will be no accident in the people on the train. It's not me that we have gathered together and will have plenty to protect Tang Monk from the West to obtain the scriptures, let alone let alone letting you drive to the casino with a train."

President Lin laughed and pulled Fatty Sun to walk side by side into the restaurant. The Matsushima Suiichiro on the other side was accompanied by Vice President Li, and he met immediately.

After a local specialty luncheon, someone took us to our respective guest rooms. I thought it was still early, and Fatty Sun would probably have arranged some programs. But what I didn't expect was that the fat man actually said that he didn't sleep well last night and now he has to go back to make up for his sleep, so that we can move freely and not bother him.

In desperation, we had to go alone. Huang Ran was called away by Wang Yang to chat. Er Yang was obviously not interested in the foreign atmosphere. The two of them went back to their rooms and didn't know what to do. Shao Yiyi and Meng Qiqi went out of the hotel to go shopping in the mall. Zhang Zhiyan could be seen following where Miss Meng was there.

I wandered around the hotel for a while without any purpose. I originally wanted to go into the cafe to have something to drink. But after half of the hotel, I couldn't find where the cafe was. I found a service staff to ask, but I didn't expect his English level to be as good as me. We gestured for a long time, but I didn't know that I thought the two mutes were fighting.

Finally, I finally found out where the cafe was, but at this time I had no mood to drink. Just as I was about to go back to my room, I saw a man with long hair shawls coming out of the gym. The man smiled after seeing me. When he was about to speak, he was caught up by the person behind him and whispered a few words in his ear.

I really had no impression of this person, and I ignored it now and went back to my room. During dinner, Fatty Sun left the room with sleepy eyes. Dinner was eaten separately from the Japanese, and after dinner, I went back to my respective rooms. When I met again, it was already six o'clock the next morning.

I thought we had gotten up early enough, but when I met Wang Yang in the lobby, I realized that the people from Fukushima Shrine had arrived at the train's departure station at four in the morning and said that they were going to perform some blessing ceremony.

When we arrived at the train departure station, the prayer ceremony of the Japanese was not over yet. In the front of the locomotive, someone was surrounded by a straw rope. The three inside were wearing white kimonos and white high hats. They each held a stick like a mourning stick in their hands, and they were spinning back and forth. Outside, one person was singing something in a low voice, and the three inside made various movements according to his lyrics.

However, the figure of Shamatt yesterday could not be found in these people. Just as I was searching around in confusion, Fatty Sun saw what I was looking for. His chin tilted into the straw rope and said, "Stop looking for it, the one who leads the lead inside is."

Following Fatty Sun's gaze, he saw that the person who was leading the rope circle was not handsome. He could only say that he was average. There were no signs of makeup on his face. His hair was combed into a bun and hung under the high hat. There was a trace of Shamatt yesterday? After a few closer look, wasn't this the person I met in front of the hotel gym yesterday?

At this time, the Japanese prayer ceremony ended. Someone untied the straw rope, and Vice President Li immediately went in and whispered to Suichiro Matsushima. Although he couldn't hear these two people talking, seeing Suichiro Matsushima's confident expression should be quite satisfied with the result of the prayer.

At this time, not only us, but also the action staff from the train were watching the Japanese blessing ceremony just now. The casino was quite interested in the restart of the train line. There were all kinds of services in it. Except for tourists who were gambling, there were everything else, which was completely prepared according to the normal train operation plan.

Then, local government officials, accompanied by specialists, checked the various parameters of the train again. After confirming that there was no problem, they announced the third operation of the train line.

The casino sent accompanies to accompany him. In addition to Vice President Li and Wang Yang, there was also a young man in his twenties and less than 30 years old. After Wang Yang introduced him, he learned that in order to show that the route was foolproof, the Yunsun Group family actually asked Lin Huaibu, the eldest son of Lin Binghuai, the president of Yunsun Group, to participate in the train operation.

I don’t know if it was scared or if this young master Lin had kidney deficiency, his face looked extremely pale. When he got on the train, he had not been able to fall on the stainless steel stairs on the train if Vice President Li had not supported Mr. Lin in time. He would not dare to say it would be heavy, at least he would not be able to escape. The next day, the headlines of the local newspaper entertainment edition were all included--When the third generation of Yunsun Group was on the death train, he was so scared that he fell down on the spot when he met a fierce ghost...

After Mr. Lin got on the bus, he was taken to the bar by Vice President Li and was shocked. He handed the scene to Wang Yang in charge. After seeing all the personnel getting on the bus, Wang Yang handed over a list of personnel to Fatty Sun, and went straight to the point and said: "There are 115 staff members on the train, 15 supervisors from the local government, and the accompanying people on Yunshan side, plus I am 25. There are a total of 155 people, so I will hand them over to you. I hope that when I arrive at my destination tomorrow, there will be more people."

"Don't worry about this." Fatty Sun smiled, and after taking the list, he didn't look at it. He just put it away, then continued: "Old Wang, didn't I say, how did the Japanese arrange it?"

Wang Yang didn't mind the title of Lao Wang. He smiled and then said to Fatty Sun: "You two families negotiated by themselves. We, Yunshang, are not suitable for interfering in the normal negotiations between your two families. But there is a saying that I want to remind you that the Matsushima Suiichiro is not that simple person. He has two nicknames in Japan, one is called fool and the other is called..."

Before Wang Yang finished speaking, Fatty Sun grinned and said to him: "There is another nickname called Viper. I know something about this guy. Before he was twenty, he was called a fool, and after he was twenty, he was called a viper. In fact, it is enough to combine it - the fool snake."
Chapter completed!