Chapter 132 - First-class treatment (1/2)

Chapter 132: First-class treatment

I haven’t been out of the sea, and at night. I don’t know the direction of the sea at all.

The boat has been driving for a long time, and stops halfway. The black man who’s sailing the boat take off the canvas, under it are cans of petrol!

A cold sweat is all over me when I see this! Just now, Fat fellow and I was even leaning on that canvas to smoke. I feel chilly! But fat fellow’s face doesn’t matter at all.

Refuel again in the middle and a few hours later, the black man measures the position with an instrument, then looking at the fat fellow, says something in a strange language.

I look at the black man carefully, he doesn’t look like a man of our country.

“He’s a Vietnamese.” Fat fellow says lightly, “He has a bad temper. Don’t look at him all the time.”

After a quiet wait, our boat stops and floating on the sea. That Vietnamese is a little bit impatient. Sometimes he talks to the fat fellow, who has a relaxed expression.

Finally, there is the faint motor sounds in the distance, and then a few flashes of searchlights. Fat fellow is immediately standing up, taking out a big flashlight from under the canvas, and lighting it several times according to a certain rhythm.

The two sides are signaling for a while with the lights. Fat fellow nods and looking back at me: “Boy, your ship has come.”

A big ship is stopping slowly not far away. Our motorboat starts the engine, leaning over and stops on the side of the ship. I see that there is no national flag flying on the ship, and the ship is a bit shabby, as if it has been refitted by a fishing ship. There are also abandoned fishing nets and other devices beside the mast.

After stops, someone puts down the rope from the ship. Fat man smiles at me and says: “Let’s go up.”

I pick up the bag, think about it, and turn to look at the Vietnamese, say in a sincere tone: “Thank you!”

Honestly. I do it purely by habit. Because others help me, I’m used to saying thank you. The Vietnamese looks at me and suddenly a smile is coming out of his cold face. Then he takes something from the under of his seat and hands it to me.

It’s a bottle of water, a mismobileaneous brand, and it’s open, only has half.

Fat fellow takes a look at the bottle, and then looks at the Vietnamese with a strange look. He is laughing suddenly: “Kid, he likes you. You can take it. Maybe it will be useful on the way.”

I’m puzzled. But I still take it, although it is half a bottle of water that has been opened, perhaps even has bee drunk. I carefully put it in my bag.

Fat fellow accompanies me aboard the ship. There are five or six crew members on the ship, each with a cold complexion. I see some people with the guns on their waists. Several diving devices are hung in the cabin. Fat fellow is laughing and hugging with a man, then pointing at me and says: “This is my brother!”

This man is short, thin and speaking our language, but not standard and very stiff: “Your brother… Not like you! You, big! He, small!” He making a comparison with his hand with the smile, probably describing the differences between me and fat fellow.

Fat fellow is laughing, then taking out a mobile phone from his arms and dialing a number in front of that person. After the phone is connected, he hands the phone to that guy. That man immediately takes the phone and listening. He looks serious at first, but after listening for a while, he smiles with satisfaction and patting fat fellow: “Very good, the money has been all wired. You’re very credible. Me too!”

He lifts his chin to me and says: “Go in and sleep in my room!”

Fat fellow tells me another phone number: “After you go ashore, find a place to call this number, someone will pick you up.”

After that, he pats me to say goodbye to me. Before he leaves, he is grabbing me, staring at me with a smile: “Kid, do you know why I save you?”

“I don’t know.” I shake my head.

“Because there are so few people like you. Death one is less one.” He is laughing sadly, “So, I don’t want you to die.”

Watching him jumping back to the motorboat from the ship, I suddenly feel a little touched and reluctant. I go to the side of the ship and shouting to him: “Brother Ocean, I Chen Yang will come back one day!”

Fat fellow is also waving to me, and then laughing and shouting: “Ask yourself before you do anything in the future, is it worth it?”

The motorboat quickly leaves.

I look at the leaving boat and say to myself: “It’s not worth it! But I don’t regret it!” I seem to be relieved of myself, “At least I don’t owe him now.”

This is a smuggling ship. The man who was trading with fat fellow is also a Vietnamese. He seems to have done a lot of business with fat fellow. His name is also strange, calls “Old Snake”.

When the fat fellow sent me aboard, I wonder why the Vietnamese on the motorboat didn’t go aboard. Later I just learn that although they are all Vietnamese, but they come from different backgrounds and have historical grievances. But I won’t ask for details.