"I said Hong Tao, we didn't look at the yellow calendar when we went out, how could we catch up with such a broken sky! I'm guilty of this old cold leg! The fat boss carried his carry-on luggage, lined up step by step at the entrance point, and squatted down from time to time to rub his knees.

"Do you have any good parts on you? As far as I know, I have frozen neck in my neck, bone spurs in my waist, mild diabetes, my blood pressure is a little high, my heart rate is not very even, and now I add my old cold legs, so you can use one stomach and intestines and one kidney, right? "Hong Tao almost every time he sees the fat boss, he will hear him say that he has the same new illness, but he has never seen him commit it, drinking and smoking, and he takes care of two young girls at once, does this look like a sick person?

"Hey, I said Hong Tao, is the ticket we bought discounted?" The fat boss doesn't look rich, but it is the first time he has gone abroad in the real sense, so he is a little nervous, this nervousness, the words are a bit dense.

"I want to buy a discount, but I can't find it, what's wrong?" Hong Tao didn't understand what the fat boss meant by asking about the air ticket.

"Look at this airport, it's not as big as Jinhua's airport, let alone Hangzhou, we won't get on the wrong plane, right?" The fat boss stretched out his fat finger and pointed around.

"This virtue is here, there are few families, and there is no need to make a big airport." Although Hong Tao was 100% sure that he didn't take the wrong flight, when the fat boss said this, he couldn't help but look up at the nameplate on the window of the immigration office in front of him, and once again confirmed that this was indeed Seattle.

"You see that cop is a black girl, good fellow, this big breasted ......" The fat boss didn't wait a few seconds before he turned his attention to a black policeman standing not far away.

"My uncle, just say it, anyway, they can't understand your Shanxi Mandarin, but don't use your fingers, it'll cause trouble." Hong Tao stretched out his hand and directly pulled down the fat boss's hand that had just stretched out. In this way, he still attracted the attention of the black policeman, and he deliberately looked this way.

"Fatty, stop it, are your passports ready? And that declaration and little card? "Boss Liu spoke behind the fat boss, he didn't have anything to be nervous about, but he was a little uneasy to let the fat boss make such a fuss.

To say that this person really has a sixth sense, Boss Liu's uneasiness was quickly confirmed. Today's Seattle airport is exceptionally clean, and there are only two openings in the immigration department, one of which is responsible for checking American citizens. One is for foreign visitors, Hong Tao and they are in this queue, counting the three of them, there are only 7 or 8 people in total.

Hong Tao's three people lined up at the back of the line, and the first few people were very smooth, but when they arrived at Hong Tao and them, trouble came. Hong Tao was received by a white man in his 40s, and when he looked at Hong Tao's passport, arrival card and customs declaration, he did not react. Instead, he stared at Hong Tao's face in a daze.

When Hong Tao saw his expression, he chuckled in his heart, and his eyes were not so firm. Seconds later, the door to a room behind the immigration officer opened. Three or four people came out of it, including uniformed policemen and plainclothes people without uniforms.

These people strode up to Hong Tao's side, and motioned in English and gestures for Hong Tao, Fat Boss and Boss Liu to follow them into the room. Although the tone is relatively polite, the attitude is very tough.

"Hong Tao, what's going on?" Boss Liu asked Hong Tao in a low voice. At this time, the fat boss's face was already sweating, and his fat face was pale.

"I don't know what to do, they asked us to go into the house with them, probably to check, don't panic, we have nothing to hide, don't worry if there is any problem, tell me I'll tell them." Hong Tao actually doesn't know what these people are going to do, he doesn't have as much experience abroad as Boss Liu.

This room is very large, and in the middle is a long table, which is actually metal, and the table legs are fixed to the floor, which is a little seeping to look at.

Hong Tao and the others were invited to sit down at the table, and behind them stood two policemen in black uniforms. A few minutes later, two middle-aged men in plain clothes walked in and sat across from Hong Tao and the three of them, one of whom seemed to be Asian.

"Hello, welcome to Seattle, my surname is Liu, and this is my colleague. We'd like to ask a few small questions, and you just have to answer my questions truthfully, don't worry, it's just a routine. The Asian man introduced himself in a distinctly Taiwanese accent of Chinese.

"I understand, but I don't know what's wrong with you?" Hong Tao answered directly in Chinese.

The man, who didn't know whether it was immigration or customs, asked a lot of miscellaneous questions, from Hong Tao's address in China to their favorite meals and movies, and even discussed a few words about the skills of Yao Ming, a Chinese player on the Rockets, Hong Tao initially answered his questions in Chinese, and later saw that he had to translate his answers one by one to the white man next to him, and Hong Tao simply answered in English.

After a while, the drama meat came, and the other party asked a very sharp question, it was an American hunting consulting company that sent an invitation letter to Hong Tao, and Hong Tao, Fat Boss, and Boss Liu's work in China does not involve hunting, and they can't even get along at all, so why did this Naison company send Hong Tao an invitation to them for a business inspection?

Hong Tao did not hide this problem at all, he directly admitted that the three of them planned to come to this Naison company to sign a contract to hunt in Africa, so they had to go to their company for a field trip.

After listening to Hong Tao's answer, the two American officials on the other side got together and whispered a few words, and then the white man stood up and walked out, and the Asian man continued to talk to Hong Tao here.

After a few minutes, the white man walked in from outside, told Hong Tao directly in English that their formalities were in full compliance with the entry rules, and that they could now go to the immigration officials to complete the formalities, and apologized for delaying their time.

"That's it? What did you just talk about? I haven't heard anything serious, have I? Boss Liu should also have experienced this situation for the first time, and asked Hong Tao while looking at the small card that was nailed to the passport by a stapler.

"I can't figure out what to do, what they probably mean is that they are a little suspicious of the purpose of our coming to the United States, so I just told them the truth, and they seemed to be quite satisfied, so they didn't let it go." Hong Tao himself didn't know why the two of them had to interrogate the three of them separately, but since the Twin Towers were hit, Lao Mei was even suspicious, and when they were in Toronto, Pa Wei and they had also talked to Hong Tao about this change.

The immigration officer didn't know if the immigration rules were just to compensate for the trouble they had brought to Hong Tao because they were blind, anyway, the arrival card directly indicated that Hong Tao could stay in the United States, not 15 days, not a month, but half a year.

Compared with the trouble of entry inspection, the entry inspection was much smoother, and the customs official just took a general look at Hong Tao's customs declaration form, and waved his hand to signal that he could leave.

Hong Tao and the three of them did not bring any luggage on this trip, each of them only had a carry-on bag, not even a suitcase. But as soon as they got out of the customs, a black boy came running up to them with a smile and asked them where they wanted to go.

"The door? We're going out of the station, we're going to this place. Hong Tao took out the address he had agreed with Nathan and handed it to the black man.

"Here, you need to take the train." The black lad glanced at the name of the place on the slip of paper and pointed to the left.

"Trains? No, no, no, we have someone to pick it up, and it should be a car. As soon as Hong Tao heard the words of this black young man, he immediately raised his vigilance, this person is really full of running trains, he just wants to get out of the terminal and take a P train, don't meet someone like the kind of person in China who solicits customers in front of the train station. (To be continued......)