"You're sure that the cruise casino manager is reliable? Are those Central African tycoons really wealthy?" Allen Zhang asked again.
"Our friendship spans over a decade," Colson assured fervently: "Those Central African tycoons have pawned items here, all are watches and jewelry worth hundreds of thousands of dollars! Absolutely no problem!"
"I trust you," Allen Zhang nodded, hoping you won't suddenly burst into tears when the time comes.
Tears? Even crying comes at a cost.
Anyway, the General Sect Leader will be able to make money.
The pilot flew the plane towards Las Vegas. The journey of several tens of minutes basically arrived in the blink of an eye; throughout the flight, Colson incessantly discussed his plans and future development, describing the life of a billionaire, still somewhat excited, something Allen Zhang was not too interested in, as he was already a billionaire.
The plane landed steadily at the airport in the Las Vegas casino town.
