ok, guys. as i promised the day b4 yesterday, now i am going to tell u a story i’ve heard from my friend. plz note, i only will TELL u what had happened there, but not WRITE it down as a thesis. so if there are grammar mistakes and mis-spellings,(i am sure there will be plenty of) plz, skip them if u could understand what i say. of course, if u still wish to point out my mistakes, plz do so, you are more than welcome from me. and if u are kind enough to put some comments, i would like to knee down in front of you and shine you shoes, (i pressumed u do wear any)...
well, i guess it is enough for my “exclusive summary“, isnt it? ^_^
(i have heard many of u r saying: KIS,S bear!)
okay,okay, back to the story.
my friend, Mr.Z, visited me during last weekend. He brought me a story that is hard to believe. i had to interrupt him several times with “it isnt true.“ “that is not real.“, but he swore that was his own experience, he even swore if he lies, he will be hit by the truck once he step out of my home. therefore, it is a high percentage chance that he did tell me the truth, unless he is a male Dory. (remember Finding Nemo? that blue fish has a short memory loss.)
the following is what i have heard.
Mr.Z, is a successful businessman. his business has something to do with the import/export. so there are fair bit of connections with the chinese companies. one day 2 of his so called “friends“ had come to melbourne for getting a “phd“ along with the other senior level managements, (note, i have used the word “GET“, if u r smart enough, u know what i mean. a one month PHD degree completion period, not that bad, huh?) well, as some of friends stay overseas, u know the processes: pick them up in the hotel, take them to chinatown, dinner, browse the city, showgirls and/or casino visit, a so called “get known with the evil side of capitalism.“ ^o^
after a month, 2 of his friends had completed their degree certificates, and ready to go back. they rang Mr.Z and asked him if he could take them to the airport. they said they have 1 passenger van but need 2 more vehicles. of course it is a favor that hard to reject. the next morning, as my friend Z promised, he drove 1 V.W Passat, and his gf drove 1 BMW 318i to take them to the airport. behind them, a toyota 7 seats passenger van was following, which they have no idea who was sitting in that vehicle, and that is where the fun begins.
after a 30 mins driving, they arrived the airport. 3 cars parked in front of the airport loading zone 1 by 1. now, it is a weight lift training time. as my friend, Z was getting the first luggage out of the car boot, he had nearly got pulled inside the boot, by the weight of that big case. (the hotel boy was putting the luggage into his cars.) “fuxk! what have they stored inside!“ when he finally brought it out from the car, he estimated that piece surely over 40kg. the driver of the van reached him and introduced himself as a famous tour guide in melbourne, who Z and i have never heard of him.
(now i have to make the picture clear. there was 15 people standing in front of the airport entrance, Z, his gf, tour guide, 2 of his friends, and 10 other people with nice suits. Z had no idea about their identity.)
after a while, Z, Z’s gf and TG (tour guide) had parked their cars in the parking building. when they walked inside the airport departure buidling, those people were already standing near the boarding station. surround them, there were over a dozen luggages, which had not included those small cases helded in some hands. “fuxk,“ Z whispered to that TG, “do u know how heavy the luggages are? it nearly broke my back. i dont think they will get passed by the airport staffs.“ TG turned around and looked at him, “dont worry, i am the famous TG in melbourne, i have known the managers in the airport for many years, they will surely pass those luggages. i told them i have connections.“ at that time, he looked like a triumphant general claims his victory. (quote by Z)
Z reached them and asked 2 of his friends hand over their passports, so he could get the boarding cards for them. “here you are.“ his friends gave him 6 passports and air tickets. ... ... ...
after a minute of waiting, Z asked his friends, “okay, here has only 6 passports, where are the rest?“
“what rest? that is all. 6 of us are leaving.“ replied by his friends.
“FUXK!“ my poor friend Z nearly got a sudden stroke, his eyes were popping out, “6 of YOU!?? and ... ...“ he looked at those luggages and thought, “FUXK! 6 people with a dozen of 40KG luggages?! FUXK! that is almost HALF TONNE!“ he ran toward to that TG, “do u know there are only 6 of them leaving? and u told them to bring these many baggages? and who the hell are the other guys?“ that proud TG said, “of course i know. they are the friends of those PHDs, they come to say goodbye.“ the TG saw Z’s worrying face, then he comforted him, “dont worry, my friend, i got the connections, the managers are my friends. dont worry, everything under my control.“ he PAD HIS CHEST and said loudly. (so everyone hear what he said.)
(to be continued. time for me to have a cigi, oh, btw, dear bamboos, could u give this piece a black face after? this story isnt that good to gain a red...)