The past flashes back like a silent movie.

Under the thick black sky, on a large ship that exuded a foul smell, there was a huge container stacked up. Inside the container was a pile of rotten fruits and vegetables.

Behind the fruits and vegetables, dozens of men and women were sitting huddled.

Blue Sky is one of them.

At that time, he was still a boy of only fourteen years old, Lan Hao.

He was pushed onto the ship by his adoptive father, a fisherman.

The adoptive father said that he, Lan Hao, should repay his kindness by saving his life and providing him with food and drink.

How to repay this kindness?

His adoptive father, with a face full of anger, told him that it was simple, go to Boston to work, it was a gold mining mecca where you could pick up money even if you lowered your head.

When Lan Tian was pushed onto the boat, he saw his adoptive father put his fingertips to his mouth and licked his saliva, counting the wad of banknotes in his hand with dazzling eyes.

It only took a moment for my heart to die. It turned out that I was just an object that could be materialized or even traded at will.

And he was not the only one with such "objects" on the ship.

The ship bumped on the sea for nearly a month. When his consciousness was almost lost, the ship finally docked somewhere.

He didn't know where this was, but the strong man who had been beating and scolding them on the boat suddenly came again, waving his whip.

It turned out that the buyers in Boston had repented, and the strong man took all his grievances on them.

At that moment Lan Tian knew that their batch of "goods" had been resold second-hand, and their next stop became the Philippines.

At this time, another person was pushed into the dark and smelly container.

She was a slender woman wearing a hood, and he couldn't see her face clearly.

The moment the ship set sail again, Lin Biao appeared in front of Lan Tian with a group of people.

And Lan Tian believed that the sins he could never wash away in his life started from that moment on.

He used that woman's life to exchange for his own with Lin Biao, and he had the possibility of survival.

In the past few years, Lan Tian has made all the swords in Lin Biao's hands. Although this sword has not really stabbed anyone, he knows that it is just as dirty.

The evil behind Lin Biao did not lie in the nightclub at all, but there were more shady activities hidden behind the night.

All illegal gains were taken care of by Lan Tian.

With his extraordinary economic acumen and natural top-notch IQ, this young man who seemed gentle and even frail was given special importance by Lin Biao.

Except for Lin Biao, no one knew that Lan Tian was a master of "money laundering".

No matter how dirty or the money comes from unknown sources, after some operations by him, by the time it is rolled into a foreign account, it will be cleaner than a white sheet.

It is impossible to trace him domestically. Lin Biao's evil deeds will naturally not be discovered.

For Lin Biao, he knew clearly that in terms of Lantian's IQ and financial intelligence, let alone the finance department of Cornell University, Harvard was definitely more than enough.

But how could he really let such a person go?

What's more, he holds Lan Tian's handle. As for the truth or falsehood of this handle, it obviously doesn't matter.

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Inside the private room of the club at night.

Lin Biao stared at Lan Tian's blood-stained head, feeling nervous and heartbroken from the bottom of his heart.

He picked up the scarred man and kicked him out, shouting, "Hurry up and get the medicine box. You are a waste who has failed to succeed and is prone to failure. If his brain is damaged, I will chop you up!"

The scarred man rolled around and nodded, secretly swearing in his heart that he would never mess with Lan Tian again. This kid was really evil.

Why does everyone help him?

After simply dealing with it, Lan Tian went home directly. As he approached the door, he thought he had been knocked unconscious and a phantom appeared.

There were not even street lights, only a bleak figure squatting in front of the rolling shutter door illuminated by the dim moonlight.

Rice squatted on the ground, picked up a branch and drew circles, one circle every ten minutes. She had already drawn several circles.

After being thrown away by Lan Tian, ​​Rice was so angry that he went home directly, thinking about everything and feeling angry, but he felt really uneasy.

I don't know why, but I always feel that that kid won't go to the hospital obediently.


Chapter completed!