Chapter 938: King Henry

"Eric, I understand, it seems that I can take a ride this time, right?"
"It's not "me" but "us", Philip, this is a "greyhound", so it can hold a lot of people, and as far as I know, many people have already got on the car."
The Greyhound, also known as the Greyhound Bus, is a cross-city long-distance commercial bus in the U.S. It dominates the domestic long-distance bus passenger transport market in the U.S. with its tall body, huge interior space, and low fares. It is also because of the uniform printing on the body. It's named after a greyhound running.
Philip Abramo showed a knowing smile and said, "Eric, I guess you are the driver of this Greyhound, aren't you?"
"No, no, I don't have the qualifications. The driver is someone else. I'm just a solicitor...cough cough cough, okay, I should be a conductor."
Philip laughed loudly, patted Tan Zhenhua on the shoulder and said: "Whether it is the driver or the conductor, I think I can get on the car without worry if you are in the car-but Eric, based on what I know about you , Since you sincerely invited me to get in the car and explained the reasons to me so patiently, there must be any exchange terms, right?"
"Philip, I have to say that you know me too well, yes, I am looking for you today, and I want to ask you for a little thing."
"Eric, I said long ago that you are my good friend, so please stop talking to me in this tone in the future. If you have anything you can do, I will do my best. "
"Then thank you first, Philip, I want to know, is Mr. Henry okay now?"
"Which Henry?"
"It's the boss of "Henry Recycling Material Processing Company" who helped you deal with the garbage last time."
"Oh, you said old Henry, he's already fine," Philip Abramo said lightly: "Although he was investigated and prosecuted for being involved in the "Persian Gate" incident last time, he is an honest business. People, it’s his duty to be entrusted by customers to transport and dispose of garbage. The United States is a place where the law is concerned. He can’t be convicted just because he doesn’t know aircraft parts, right? As for border smuggling, as long as it is for cross-border transportation Trading business is inevitable, right? So in the end the court sentenced him to a misdemeanor, and the case was closed after paying a fine of $50,000. Why did you ask him for something?"
Tan Zhenhua laughed and expressed his admiration for the "just" legal system in the United States, and then said: "That's to congratulate this old Henry, yes Philip, I have a batch of garbage to deal with recently, but I don’t know any professionals in this area, thinking that old Henry might be good at it."
Philip showed a clear look. He thought about it, found a note, handwritten a series of phone numbers and an address, and handed it to Tan Zhenhua: "Eric, I will not participate this time, you Go directly to Old Henry. These are the address and phone number. When you see him, just say that I introduced him. He will understand."
"Thank you Philip, then."
"Eric, don't thank me. If you want to, thank you for the dollars you brought me, hahahaha..."
"Henry Recycling Assets Processing Company" is located in Brooklyn, across the river from Manhattan, where Tyson was born. The old Robert Henry is a fat white man in his 50s. He has a seemingly simple, round and fat face and a big belly that makes Tan Zhenhua amazed, but he will be inadvertently in his small eyes. A sly light radiated from there.
When Tan Zhenhua found this place following the address Philip gave him, he discovered that this place is really a super garbage dump.
In this huge junkyard, he saw all kinds of weirdly damaged machinery and equipment, scrap metal blocks or wires, countless scrapped vehicles, and even a small plane with only the fuselage left, with a huge cut While making a piercing noise, the machine was creeping with its big, evil mouth full of blades, swallowing all of these things and chewing them to pieces. In addition, there was a big guy like a piledriver on a construction site while spraying steam continuously. The fragments were pressed into thin metal cakes.
This scene immediately reminded him of many classic scenes in Hollywood movies-the beautiful female protagonist tied into an "S" or "M" shape, a tattered car being continuously pushed towards a huge guillotine by a conveyor belt, and a fight one by one. Hundreds of heroic heroes...
"This cutting machine does not know how many people Philip used to chop up." He thought maliciously.
"This is the largest scrap metal recycling yard in New York." Old Henry pointed to the kingdom that belonged to him and declared proudly: "It has been here since my father Robert Henry I started operating this place."
"It seems that this is the territory of the Henry family, and you are the king here." Tan Zhenhua complimented at the right time.
Obviously, his compliment has taken effect. Old Henry's face glowed red. He squeezed his eyes at Tan Zhenhua and said: "Eric, I heard Philip said that you want to ask me for help. You don't want to use it. Is that cutting machine?"
...... This very young boy is really not a good person.
"No, no, Mr. Henry, I'll talk about the cutting machine later. Today I came to entrust you to help me buy some garbage. Well, I need to make a special statement. This time it is real garbage-oh, maybe I It should be called scrap metal."
"That's it." Old Henry was full of regret, as if he felt very regretful that his cutting machine was not useful. "Well boy, tell me where the things are, what they are, and how many they are."
"Uh, how can I say, Mr. Henry, these things add up to more than 500 tons. They are some abandoned pipes, valves, sealed tanks, connecting mechanisms, metal cables, etc., but these things are not in the United States, they are currently in Austria. Australia, and after you buy it, you will transport it to China for me."
"Audalia? China?" A glint flashed in old Henry's eyes: "It doesn't seem like this is a good business?"
"If it is easy to do, how can I trouble you, Mr. Henry?" Tan Zhenhua again put on a high hat: "You see I have an Asian face, so if I come forward to do this acquisition, there will be Trouble, but you are different. You are a senior waste metal material processing expert, and you are a white man and a U.S. company. So a very difficult business for me may not be difficult for you at all."
Old Henry's eyes narrowed slightly, and his round head was lowered with his hands on his back. He wandered around the place for a few times before he said: "More than 500 tons is not a small amount. Boy, you may have to pay a lot of money."
"So, Mr. Henry, did you agree?" Tan Zhenhua smiled, showing 8 white teeth: "Make a price, Mr. Henry, for the sake of Mr. Philip, give me a friend's price."