Chapter 369: 367: A Small Gift
Chapter 369: Chapter 367: A Small Gift
In the hall, Bi Fang, who had arrived as promised, immediately saw Matthew, who had been waiting once again. Hask had thoughtfully prepared fresh clothes for both of them to change into.
Matthew was dressed in a black suit, with a white shirt underneath and a narrow black tie. It fitted his salesman’s physique perfectly, making him look every bit the elite of society, and most crucially, the stench of garbage was gone from him.
Bi Fang rubbed his nose. Despite having rested for an entire day, it seemed his nostrils could still detect a faint putrid smell.
It probably wouldn’t get better for another week.
“You’re finally here!” Matthew, on the other side, hurried over upon seeing Bi Fang and looked around suspiciously, as if there was something secretive going on.
Bi Fang raised an eyebrow: “Is there a problem?”
“A big problem!” Matthew confirmed that no one else was nearby before whispering, “Do you know who that old man you saved yesterday is?”
“Who?”
“The actual Chieftain of the entire Eastern District of Abbascan!”
Bi Fang dug his pinky into his ear and cocked his head as if he hadn’t heard clearly: “What did you say?”
“The real Chieftain of the entire Eastern District!”
“…?”
The Chieftain of the Eastern District was almost sold by a gang of Bandit Gangs? What kind of international joke was this?
Although the Chieftain of Abbascan might not be valuable now, it still depended on the situation. The Chieftains of small families, indeed, weren’t worth much, but if it was a great Chieftain, the situation was entirely different.
It wasn’t just a matter of being a wealthy landowner; they could even legally own their private militia!
“Are you serious?” Bi Fang looked at Matthew skeptically.
Matthew patted his chest: “You can trust my professional integrity. I’ve been in this line of work for thirteen years and have reported over a thousand news articles, but I’ve never reported false news!”
“So what’s going on?”
“There’s not enough time for detailed research, but one thing is for sure: that old man has many sons. However, one of them, since last night after the ship arrived, has never appeared again, and that person became the power holder after Hask disappeared.”
“Hiss!”
Bi Fang inhaled sharply, recalling the old man kneeling on one knee before him. It’s true that appearances can be deceiving. As for his own situation—if Hask’s son hadn’t disappeared, he might be worried, but since he had…
Thinking this, Bi Fang grabbed Matthew’s shoulder and scanned the area, nodding subtly.
Matthew, thinking that Bi Fang had something important to say, bent down to listen carefully.
“I heard Chieftains can marry several wives, is that true?”
Matthew: “…”
“You f*cking ask me this after all that? Do you think I’m a paparazzi? I’m a journalist, a war correspondent, not a paparazzi!”
“Just tell me, how many?”
“Seven.”
“Impressive.”
“Of course, I’ve been a journalist for more than a decade.”
…
The two arrived at the entrance of the hotel and saw that Hask had even arranged a car for them, which took them to a luxurious villa area.
Although they had left Yemen, Bi Fang hadn’t forgotten that this was still a country torn by war. Even if the flames of war hadn’t reached this place, he couldn’t help but feel a little emotional.
Entering the lobby, it was clear that Hask had already received news and pulled the two men to meet his family.
Bi Fang took a closer look. When he had returned that day, someone had come to pick them up, but he had been too tired and drowsy to see clearly in the swarming crowd.
However, I still have an impression of the few who led the way, and now that I look at it, it seems like one is indeed missing?
It seemed that Hask had read Bi Fang’s thoughts as he ran over, patted his arm, and whispered, “My child made a small mistake earlier, and as his father, it was natural for me to punish him. Don’t worry, he’ll learn his lesson.”
As soon as Hask finished speaking, without waiting for Bi Fang to respond, he clapped his hands, and two men as robust as bodybuilding coaches immediately brought over two trays covered with black cloth, one placed in front of Bi Fang and the other in front of Matthew.
Matthew lifted a corner of the black cloth, and a dazzling light spilled out, startling him so much that his hand trembled, and the black cloth drifted to the ground.
Gold bars were neatly and evenly arranged in the tray, piled up into a small mountain.
A whole tray of gold!
Bi Fang also lifted the black cloth in front of him, and a similar size pile of gold was arranged in the tray, but unlike Matthew, there was a small black bag on top of the gold.
When he untied the small bag and poured its contents into his palm, pure white light reflected, and diamonds clinked against each other, rubbing and shining.
Matthew was shocked by the scene before him. Although he had achieved a certain level of financial independence, this was the first time he had seen so much money.
So much gold, it hurt his eyes to look at it.
Bi Fang rolled the diamonds in his palm, the hard minerals made his hand ache, and he was so stunned that when the gold and diamonds were laid out before him, there was a sense of impact that money could not bring, more shocking than an equivalent amount of cash.
No wonder the bearers of the tray were so strong—if they were not muscular, they could not have firmly held such a large plate of gold.
Hask nodded with satisfaction, then said, “Do not refuse, this is just a little token of my appreciation for the two of you, not as repayment. Of course, a life-saving debt cannot be repaid with money; this is just a small gift as a friend of mine, Hask. Please accept it.”
Gulp.
Matthew embarrassingly swallowed his saliva and then looked at Bi Fang.
As for Bi Fang having an extra bag of diamonds, Matthew certainly had no objections. The person was his rescue after all, and he was merely a guide; the gold was already a pleasant surprise.
The problem was that Matthew knew Bi Fang’s character well—he could even directly donate a third of his live broadcast earnings, which was at least several million dollars. If Bi Fang didn’t take it, Matthew himself would also feel a bit embarrassed.
Damn, he really wanted it; he had never seen so much gold in his life.
Matthew nearly gritted his teeth to pieces.
After thinking for a moment, Bi Fang changed the subject and asked, “What about the others who were rescued?”
Hask spoke in an unrushed tone, “Mr. Bi, rest assured, I will take good care of those people, much better than the officials would. After all, I have been caged with them before and they have taken care of me to some extent; there is a bit of affection there.”
Bi Fang glanced at Matthew, and since that was the case, there was nothing to hesitate about.
“Alright, then I will accept it.”
YES!
At that moment, Matthew wanted to jump up with joy. If it weren’t for being too rude, he would love to bite into a gold bar right now to see if it would leave teeth marks.
He never expected that among the people he had rescued was such a big croc; truly, good deeds are rewarded.
“Good!”
Hask gestured for the servants to withdraw; the items, of course, could not be taken directly by the two men, but would be transferred to an international bank, with a direct handover of ownership.
With the gifts delivered, Hask led the two to take their seats, and the host and guests enjoyed themselves.
Although his eldest son was a disappointment, Hask still had other children.
Especially his younger third son, Taseto, who was very interested in the adventurer Bi Fang’s experiences and kept asking questions.
These were not the cheap stories bragged about by the mediocre; they were legendary adventures recorded and filmed with drones!
During the meal, after hearing yet another adventure, Taseto raised his glass in tribute and curiously asked, “Mr. Bi, have you decided where your next adventure will be?”
Upon hearing this, Bi Fang wiped his hands and nodded, “Indeed, I have some thoughts.”
“The next stop, I’m going to Mount Everest.”
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