Movie World Traveller

The makeup of the four major Asian magics is really not covered.

Jiang Hao felt that he needed to strengthen his skills, so he went to study makeup for a week. This thing is actually very practical. Now Jiang Hao looks like a 40-year-old middle-aged person.

"Papapa."

Jiang Hao slammed the knocker.

Still the young woman. Jiang Hao met at noon. When the woman saw Jiang Hao, she was surprised. "Who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm Mr. Sergio's driver. Come and get him something." Jiang Hao said in a deep voice, his voice was like a man in his forties.

The woman was a little dazed. "Driver, why haven't I seen you? He doesn't seem to have lost anything here."

"I have just been in the post less than a week ago. Sergio put something here for you. It was put down before. Mr. Sergio is very busy now, so let me come and get it." Jiang Hao said.

"What is it?"

"Bank passbook."

The two came to the bedroom, Jiang Ha glanced around, found the closet, and found that there was indeed a wooden box on it. He reached for the wooden box, opened it, and saw a few documents inside. There was also a passbook underneath.

After seeing the passbook, the woman was annoyed and wondered why she hadn't noticed. If she knew that there was a passbook, she could take the money to go happy, why wait for an old man.

"Farewell."

Jiang Hao left with a passbook and did not make nonsense.

The woman did not send it, sitting on the sofa watching Jiang Hao leave.

Go back to the car, take out the passbook and take a closer look. It is indeed marked with fifty thousand liras. Jiang Hao put the passbook in his pocket and drove to a bank in Florence. He showed the passbook and told the salesman the password. It went smoothly. Take out fifty thousand lira cash.

Jiang Hao is very happy now that he has got the start-up capital.

Back to where I lived, here was rented, except for some clothes that were his previous paintings, but those paintings were not appreciated at all, and piled in the corners already covered with spider silk.

Quickly tidy up a parcel, stuff the things you need to bring in, and just when you want to go out, think of another thing, find a note and write on it: "Please go to the **** factory to pick Sergio home, He probably doesn't like the environment there, remember, it's under the licorice. "

At that moment, it was over. Jiang Hao returned to Sergio's mistress, knocking on the door. The woman opened the door and saw the man who came in the afternoon, and asked, "Sergio called you again. What else? ."

Jiang Hao smiled and handed a note to the woman, saying, "This is Mr. Sergio's letter. By the way, he asked me to tell you, if he doesn't come back at night, you take it apart."

After that, Jiang Hao turned and left.

The woman muttered, "It's inexplicable."

I came back to the house with a sticky note, listening to music boringly, time passed by, and it was over nine o'clock in the evening, but Sergio didn't come back, "I won't be back to my home again, hum Next time, I must force him to divorce his wife, or else he will not be touched. "

Suddenly she thought of the letter sent by the driver in the evening, telling herself to open it if she came back late, and the woman opened the new one. After reading the above content, she screamed and then screamed.

"what"

The woman now finally realized that the man he saw in the afternoon was probably a kidnapper.

The woman immediately called the police. Two hours later, the police found the poor Mr. Sergio under the hay outside the abandoned factory. Mr. Sergio was frightened, and cried after seeing the police.

"Is my money still? Tell me, is my money still good?" Sergio cried.

"I'm afraid it's gone. The money on that passbook has been taken away."

Mr Sergio went straight to it.

Jiang Hao drove out of Florence with the car long ago. At this moment, he had hit a ring finger. A woman appeared at the door of the house, wearing an extremely exposed gauze, and kissed Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao almost vomited.

This out-of-body figure, this rough look, and this contrived movement made him feel nauseous, and almost spit out what he just ate.

"No, I just want to sleep well." Jiang Hao said firmly.

As soon as the smile on the woman's face narrowed, he turned around and left, and the boss spread his hands awkwardly: "Well then, good night."

Lock the room door, put the travel bag with money on the bedside table, and put the pistol under the pillow. Jiang Haomei took a nap.

Early the next morning, Jiang Hao had breakfast at the hotel and checked the car again. The fuel was indeed full, and he continued on the road.

Although it is a time of war, the war has not spread to Italy, and the situation in Italy is still stable. Although two Lucas were seen on the road, Jiang Hao was not inspected.

The soldiers with guns leaned loosely to smoke and just let it go.

After a full day of driving, he finally came to a dock city in the evening. He was going to Sicily and had to go by boat.