Chapter 16: Children should not be so...

After a while, Dr. Zhou came back with the dictionary. Back at the seat next to An Feng, he smiled mockingly, and said, "This is also an attitude - cold treatment."

An Feng asked in a gossip: "Didn't they say anything?"

"No. I heard that I want to read the newspaper so that I can understand the local situation. They are very supportive... By the way, Chen Wenwen said you are boring." After Dr. Zhou said that, he lowered his head and started to translate the newspaper.

Once the attention is focused, time passes quickly. An Feng reads the newspaper to understand the current UK and the current world. Dr. Zhou reads the newspaper to be familiar with the British's words as soon as possible. The two have different focus points. Dr. Zhou only reads news reports, and An Feng doesn't even miss advertisements - advertisements can tell An Feng the real UK.

What brand of shower fluids do British people like to use recently, what brand of shorts do they like to watch, and which movies are the most popular singers, can be reflected in the advertisement... This review, after Dr. Zhou finished reading the last page of the newspaper, he looked up and found that four hours had passed, and An Feng was missing from the seat next to him.

At this time, the lights in the cabin had become dim. Some people had put their seats down and entered the sleeping phase with their eyes masks, but some were energetic. Dr. Zhou rubbed his eyes and heard a whisper in his ears. Looking up, he found An Feng standing not far from the aisle, talking to a white foreigner with a bright sunny face.

Dialogue? The two were having a very happy chat. Are you autistic? Why don’t you pretend?

Dr. Zhou lowered his head and picked up the newspaper again. The newspaper that had already read the new words, and it became very smooth to read it again.

Well, it's up to you. Anyway, I will benefit from chatting around and getting in touch with each other.

This time, Dr. Zhou was interested in reading. I don’t know when the lunch came; I don’t know when they left again... During the entire flight, except for the meal time, Dr. Zhou had to go back to the cabin and receive a meal in his seat, he came to the rear cabin and read the English magazines that An Feng came from foreigners.

In the second half of the journey, An Feng almost didn't sit in his seat. He wandered around the cabin and made new friends, chatted with the other party for a while, cheated several expired English newspapers and magazines from the other party, and then returned to the seat and threw them to Dr. Zhou... If Chen Wenwen saw An Feng's actions, he would definitely have the same emotions as Dr. Zhou, and a thousand grass horses galloped past. Damn it autism? Why is it so lively? Is it natural?

Unfortunately, in the second half of the journey, the mother and son in the first class cabin had forgotten the existence of the two men in the tail cabin, and they had never shown their side in the back cabin.

The nearly eleven-hour journey finally came to an end. After the plane entered the British airspace, the flight attendants brought a stack of entry registration forms to distribute them to the passengers. An Feng and Dr. Zhou from the tail cabin were the first to get the form. After sending the two of them, the flight attendants sent them to the front cabin. After seeing the requirements on the form, Dr. Zhou hesitated for a moment. He asked An Feng tentatively: "This is to declare the number of cash you carry with you. How many do you think I should fill it?"

An Feng raised his face and looked thoughtful, induced: "Is there any difference between filling in more and filling in less?"

Dr. Zhou coughed and replied: "It seems that he is required to fill in it when leaving the country, but I don't... Well, there is a limit on the number of foreign currencies that residents carry out of the country."

An Feng looked curious: "Does the British police accept domestic police leadership? Oh, forget it, change the question - do the police of the two countries communicate information and exchange information with each other?"

An Feng's question was in line with An Feng's usual personality of pursuing the principles of things. Dr. Zhou didn't think much about it and immediately shook his head: "It's impossible. It's about intelligence exchange, hehe, the two police stations across the road may not necessarily exchange information with each other..."

Perhaps, in the future, information can be shared in the Internet era, but it will definitely not work now.

An Feng asked again: "So, how much cash will Aunt Huang bring in the first class?"

Dr. Zhou was silent: Yes, the sky fell and the top was high. He was a little bit of money. What is this little money?

With An Feng's summary, Dr. Zhou's mind became clearer and clearer.

An Feng continued to analyze: "Why do you need to register the cash you carry in the entry? A tourist once said: They bought the entry registration form and filled in the amount of money they carried in the entry, and they can use this form to get a tax refund in the future. It can be seen that the number of cash filled in the registration form is closely related to the tax refund.

We are not British people, and the money we have is not earned in the UK, and the UK has no right to tax this money. If we bring money to the UK to spend, we must give us a tax refund for how much money we spend. How do those British people judge whether our money is earned in the UK? Whether or not we pay the UK income tax - see the entry registration form.

How much cash is appropriate to declare on the registration form - the information between the two countries is not smooth, and the UK will not notify the country of how much cash you bring, and ask for approval and permission from the country. It seems that there have never been any related reports that the 'British' police pursued the amount of cash carried by domestic people, so..."

"Money laundering" has become a transnational crime and has been targeted by the police, and it seems that it will take another ten years to wait.

"Then let's fill in the report truthfully." Dr. Zhou had already understood completely: "We have more cash than Sister Huang and the others. There were six or seven people sitting in the same cabin and taking their children to study abroad... Parents and everyone plans to buy a house in London, so the money will be hundreds of thousands, right?

If you falsely fill in the entry registration form, it may affect the credit assessment if you find it out. I heard that foreigners pay special attention to this. We have already counted entry now. From now on, we can't tell lies."

After a moment of pause, Dr. Zhou asked hesitantly: "You are a child who brings such a large amount of cash... Why don't you fill in a little more? What money is counted on me?"

"No," An Feng replied casually: "I came to school. Everyone knows that the tuition is expensive, so it's nothing for me to bring more money. There is a crime of invasion of privacy in the UK and mental compensation. I am a minor. Whoever leaks my information? Be careful that I sue him for invasion of privacy and let him lose all his money."

Dr. Zhou smiled indifferently and stopped insisting.

Afterwards, the two of them quickly filled out the entry registration form. As soon as they handed over the form, Huang Yaqing and Chen Wenwen ran over in the front cabin. Of course, both of them were holding the entry registration form... Without saying a word, Dr. Zhou and An Feng took the form and began to fill out the report in English.

After a while, the same problem also occurred to Huang Yaqing.

"Sister Huang, how much cash did you carry with you?" Dr. Zhou asked: "It's better to declare it truthfully."

"Fill it up casually," Huang Yaqing seemed dissatisfied: "My husband asked someone to borrow the money, and I didn't count it."

Dr. Zhou reminded carefully: "When passing through customs, your luggage must be scanned. If the declaration is not true, it will be found...it will definitely be found. It is not a big deal to attract journalists at that time. If you are detained by customs and then ask you to show a certificate of legal ownership, the procedures will be very troublesome."

"How many have you filled in?" Huang Yaqing seemed a little guilty. She looked at the declaration form of the two people, took a deep breath, pointed her fingers at An Feng with trembling hands, and then she spoke for a while: "You, you, you, you, you, have brought you... Ha, I can't tell that the An Feng family is really rich, no wonder she is willing to take the self-paid path."

Huang Yaqing's sentence has gone through three stages. The first sentence is full of shock; the second sentence is hard to hide the dryness; the third sentence... This is the real "human words". At this time, her tone no longer has the condescending reserve, the perfunctory condescending, and the unconcealable sense of superiority.

She finally began to look straight at the little child in front of her.

Money is not omnipotent, but it is absolutely impossible to have no money. Dr. Zhou deeply admires himself at this moment: choosing to cooperate with An Feng may be the most correct thing he has done in his life.

"I really don't count my money..." Huang Yaqing whispered: "Why don't we go over and calculate?"

After a while, Huang Yaqing added: "I have no experience this time. I heard that they all switched to Hong Kong. I was puzzled at first. I suddenly realized it: I went to Hong Kong to apply for a foreign general credit card, isn't it all right?"

Dr. Zhou stood up helplessly and whispered: "Then go to the first class cabin and take An Feng with him. He will count the money very quickly."

Probably, the child has always looked different in front of his parents. During the conversation between Dr. Zhou and Huang Yaqing, An Feng kept lowering his head to fill out the form, and Chen Wenwen stood in the aisle of the cabin, looking quiet. In fact, as long as he didn't speak, the child was a pretty and shy... a second-hand man. Now, Chen Wenwen's entry form is in the hands of An Feng, and he, a child two years older than An Feng, could not help at all. He could only stand by the aisle and whispered his lips disdainfully while others were not paying attention, but he did not dare to say a provocative word in the end.

The tail cabin An Feng was sitting in was a little empty, but there was almost no empty space in the first class cabin. Huang Yaqing went over and whispered a few words with a passenger next to him. The passenger with a dignified appearance immediately stood up and handed the registration form to Huang Yaqing. He gave it his own way and stepped out of the first class cabin like an inspection.

This person freed up the seat, Huang Yaqing handed over the person's form to Dr. Zhou, directed Chen Wenwen to make the vacant empty seat, and then called on Dr. Zhou to help open the luggage compartment to get the luggage...

Huang Yaqing brought a lot of cash, all of which were large bills, including various denominations of British pounds, Swiss francs, German marks, and US dollars. Fortunately, these bills were mostly bundles, and only a small part of the bills accounted for a small part. So as long as you figure out the quantity of one of the bundles, the total amount would come out.

Dr. Zhou took a light breath, sighed slightly, and was about to lean over to start counting. An Feng suddenly shook the form in his hand, making the paper make a rustling sound. Dr. Zhou looked over in surprise. He raised his eyebrows and An Feng's mouth turned outward. Dr. Zhou immediately understood.

Then, Dr. Zhou stood up, stood by the aisle and turned his back to Huang Yaqing, picked up the form of the person who gave up his seat, and started filling in it in an exaggerated posture - his figure just blocked the entrance of the seat. Huang Yaqing suddenly realized when he saw his movements, and quickly blocked his body at the entrance of the seat, signaling An Feng to start counting and work with his eyes.

When the first class guest saw Dr. Zhou's movements, someone immediately asked a question, and some impatient people came over to point at the form to inquire. Huang Yaqing stood up straight to block others' sight. An Feng quickly classified the whole bundle of banknotes, and then picked up the banknotes and flipped them quickly. He listened carefully to the sound of banknotes. Each roll of banknotes was only turned once, and An Feng threw the banknotes into the box and then picked up the next roll.

There was no action of a series from beginning to end. All the money was thrown into the box, and An Feng closed the box. An Feng picked up the pen and filled in the form with currency and a long list of numbers. Then he patted Dr. Zhou on the shoulder without saying a word, and handed the filled-in form on... Huang Yaqing glanced at An Feng's series of actions at the corner of his eyes, and his face was filled with unconcealed shock.

"Is that over?" Huang Yaqing was very anxious. She hurriedly grabbed Dr. Zhou's sleeve and sweated heavily. She wanted to describe An Feng's perfunctory and sloppy. Dr. Zhou lowered his voice and reminded: "No problem, he said it is as much as it is... You forgot that he is an extraordinary child and is most sensitive to numbers."

An Feng interrupted dryly: "The error is less than three - within the permissible range."

Well, since Dr. Zhou said that, maybe... then again, if she doesn't believe Dr. Zhou, who else can she believe?

It turns out that this person is so awesome! He can tell the number of banknotes by listening to the sound of banknotes turning! Moreover, there are so many currencies from beginning to end, but he didn’t see the other party take notes. In the end, he remembered each number so clearly. No wonder Dr. Zhou had to take him by his side to study it carefully.

This kid is worth winning over.

People like Huang Yaqing are the most sensitive to interests. Seeing An Feng carrying a huge sum of money, she understands that the other party will not ask for money financially. On the contrary, she may need the other party’s help in the short term... Huang Yaqing never has the status in the face of choices of interests.

Huang Yaqing, with a gentle smile on his face, reached out to touch An Feng's head lovingly. She reached into the box like lightning, and quickly took out a small box and stuffed it to An Feng: "Hold it, this is a little gift from my aunt. You have helped you a lot, don't be polite. Take this little thing to watch the time."

I have an omega women's watch box in my hand. This thing...is probably fake. At most, it's a high-end imitation.

Well, An Feng is now small in wrists and is not suitable to wear a men's watch. This small watch is considerate. Even if it is a fake, it can be roughly measured by the time, right?

If you don’t care about the truth or falsehood, you will think that this thing is very expensive. If you give such an expensive thing out at will, it must be... Well, An Feng is pretentious. If someone gives him a gift, he should not cause trouble and deduce the source of the gift.

An Feng was not polite to Huang Yaqing. His eyes were so bright that he glanced over. All objects would be recorded in his mind in the photographic memory method. Huang Yaqing's box opened just now, and An Feng knew what was inside.

There are many small gifts in it, mostly watches and jewelry that look very expensive...

He put his watch in his arms without saying a word, and quietly got up as everyone was busy. Huang Yaqing reached out and wanted to stop him, wanting to talk more about family matters with An Feng, but when she looked up, she saw the money suitcase thrown in the seat. After a moment of hesitation, An Feng was already running out of sight. Dr. Zhou was surrounded by a group of people for help, and only saw An Feng's back, and he couldn't make any move to stop him.

An Feng retreated into the tail cabin and spent the remaining twenty minutes leisurely. When the plane landed, he did not rush out. He waited until there were not many passengers in the plane. Then, with the help of the flight attendant, he pushed the suitcase and walked off the plane leisurely - Dr. Zhou in the front cabin did not come to see him, which was nothing. When everyone got off the plane, they were in a hurry to go out, and there would be no one in the narrow luggage compartment allowed to go against the road.

During the long journey, An Feng Zeng Xiaoxiao helped the flight attendant to serve tea and water, and helped translate. Seeing An Feng, a villain pushing a huge box, a flight attendant with maternal love could not help but decide to send An Feng away.

To be honest, An Feng, who has bright big eyes, is quite cute to please others. He raised his little face and told the beautiful flight attendant funny childlike truth, which made the flight attendant giggle and laugh while walking.

"Sister Han, thank you. Can I ask you out for dinner in the future?" An Feng asked eagerly.

"Hehehehehe, you little man, do you know what it means to ask a girl to have a meal? Do you really know? How much money do you earn every month? Does your parents spend money without heartache, right? Liar, listen to me, study hard in the future, so that parents don't regret sending you out," the girl named Han Zhiyan said with a smile.

"Kesu, I want to thank you. Thank you sincerely for your help. Sister, you are so beautiful. I will take your flight in the future. Can you help me get my luggage? OK?" An Feng pouted and kept asking.

"Okay OK, okay," Han Zhiyan said perfunctorily: "You will take my flight from now on..."

An Feng didn't have many things in his suitcase. He only brought a set of clothes for changing clothes and enough money. This thing was not enough for a carry-on box. International flights stipulated that each person could bring two suitcases. It just so happened that Dr. Zhou wanted to bring too many things and couldn't even hold his own box, so he distributed some of the things into An Feng's box.

The two boxes under An Feng's name were all filled with Dr. Zhou's things in the large boxes that were consigned, and An Feng was too lazy to ask about it. This small suitcase contained Dr. Zhou's summer suit, plus a set of electric mattresses and water cups. The box was so heavy that it could only be pushed away. Although this box was called a suitcase, An Feng was only eight years old and his figure was not much taller than the box.

Han Zhiyan pushed the box out of the diversion mouth. She stood there and hesitated for a moment. An Feng immediately asked: "Sister Han, then how can I contact you?"

Han Zhiyan smiled and shook her head gently: "Xiao Anzi, I remember you have someone to accompany you. You follow this road and look for your escort along the way... Hehe, little guy, you can't find me. The flight attendant team I am in will be stopped in London for three days and fly back to China the day after tomorrow. You little man, don't think so much."

An Feng nodded like a little adult: "Sister Han, where is the house you rented? I will go to find you."

"The house we rented is very complicated. Don't even remember the place you are not familiar with. OK, okay, kids don't...sex, go find your luggage quickly." Han Zhiyan gently pushed An Feng and immediately began to wave goodbye.

When Han Zhiyan's back disappeared at the entrance of the passage, An Feng immediately put away the smile on his face and his expression became dull again... Oh, it was exactly the same as Dasting Hoffman, an autistic patient in the movie "Rain Man". He pushed his suitcase very attentively and walked along the corridor to the outside hall.
Chapter completed!