Chapter 41: Born to Eat This Bowl of Rice

When the female teller saw Frank's appearance and the captain's uniform on his body, her eyes lit up immediately, "Good morning, sir, what can I do for you?"

Frank showed a smug smile, "Good morning, ma'am, I have a pay check that I want to cash."

He took out an envelope from his inner pocket, took out a check and handed it to the female teller.

I thought that the girl I picked would be an irresponsible idiot, but I didn't expect that the other party took the check and checked it responsibly.

Although Frank was a little disappointed and unhappy that he had missed the check, he was very confident in the check.

After all, just in terms of finding mistakes and flaws, he, a fake pilot who hasn't even got a fake certificate, is actually more professional than more than half of the bank tellers.

Otherwise, it is impossible to cheat a few tellers from banks in New York every day and get money.

Since he had confidence in the check, Frank instead carefully observed the young female teller in front of him, trying to find the reason for his misjudgment.

But what he didn't expect was that the female teller wearing a pearl necklace, after reading the check with the naked eye, actually planned to hold it up to the sunlight to check it.

"That," Frank heaved a sigh of relief after attracting the attention of the female teller.

After all, this female teller, like some other women, was greedy for his young and handsome body.

"Sorry, many people you know must have said that the most attractive thing about you, apart from your beautiful face, is those blue eyes that are fascinating."

"Haha", as soon as the female teller heard it, she knew that the handsome pilot in front of her wanted to ask her out.

I was overjoyed, and I really didn't find anything wrong with the check just now. When the check was put down naturally, my face blushed slightly,

"A lot of people have said that," then raised his head and looked at Frank so that he could see his own eyes more clearly,

"Then, do you like it?"

"Of course, I like it very much." Frank leaned on the counter, "If it weren't for two hours, I would have to fly to Paris, and I would like to invite you to dinner."

The female teller thought it was a pity in her heart, and then turned her head to look at the clock hanging on the wall of the bank.

At 10:21, I still have an hour and a half for my lunch break, and it is really too late.

"Then when you fly back to New York next time, how about I treat you to dinner and a cup of coffee by the way?"

"Let me do it," Frank thought for a few seconds, "After flying to Paris, I have to go to Hong Kong Island, then fly to Osaka, and it will take about ten days to return to New York.

At that time, I will book a restaurant, and when I come to exchange my salary again, I will tell you which restaurant."

"No problem, I'll wait for you." After the female teller agreed without the slightest hesitation, she was told to exchange the paycheck again in her heart, and started counting the money with hints, and paid Frank $297 and 30 cents.

Putting all the money in the envelope, Frank pouted to the female teller, "See you next time, beautiful blue-eyed lady".

"See you next time, Captain."

Walking out of the bank, Frank secretly reviewed his mistake this time, but after much deliberation, he finally sighed.

He knew very well that as long as it was a fake check, it would not stand up to the inspection, and whether he could get the money depends on whether the person checking the check has sharp eyesight or seriousness.

There is nothing to say about eyesight, it depends on talent and time accumulation, so the most important thing is how to influence the bank tellers.

And as long as it is a human being, it will be confused by language, subtle body movements, and even facial expressions.

After all, he is still a bastard who deceives women with his face.

Because blue eyes are actually very common in immigrant countries like the United States.

It was so common that when Frank was walking on the street, three out of ten women he passed had blue eyes.

Frank, who didn't want to be said to be the king of soft rice, wanted to know how the check that Li Changheng gave him was made.

But when he thought of Li Changheng's indifferent eyes, Frank shook his head violently with a trace of fear in his heart.

"Forget it, after passing this test, let's see how much profit that bastard Henry gave me.

If you can earn more money than you can do alone, then work with him for a while.”

Frank didn't go to the bank anymore, but picked nine hotels and easily cashed the rest of the checks.

Then I found a restroom in a shopping mall, put the big cap and captain's uniform into the handbag, put on a windbreaker and left whistling.

At ten o'clock in the evening, sitting in the cafe yesterday, waiting for Li Changheng to appear.

At this time, Li Changheng was already standing opposite the cafe, on the top floor of a small building 300 meters away, holding a telescope in his hand. While observing Frank, he was also observing the vehicles and pedestrians passing and staying near the cafe.

It may feel like a lot to do, but it pays to be careful and make it a habit.

Speaking of which, in FB1 these days, the New York police are definitely not as professional as later generations, and it is even less likely to be as miraculous as those played in future movies.

First of all, the big flaw is that the equipment used by the agents for communication cannot be as small as the later generations.

Even in 2000, the Secret Service who protected the main barrel wore earplugs on the ears, which were not only large, but also not wireless links.

No matter how well the coils are hidden, the parts connecting the ears will still reveal their identities.

And it's strange to say that the staff of FB1 must wear suits during their daily work and field work, except when there is a clear case of combat.

In fact, suits can easily expose the gun holsters hidden in their waists or underarms when walking, sitting, or raising their hands.

At 10:30 in the evening, when Frank was getting impatient, a waiter came over with an envelope, "Frank?"

Frank was taken aback for a moment, until he saw the Pan Am logo on the envelope, then he nodded and took the envelope.

After reading the letter, he cursed in a low voice, "Damn Henry, he still likes to be so sneaky."

He threw two 1-dollar bills on the table, opened the door and left the cafe, heading for the small park not far opposite.

And the purpose of Li Changheng doing this was to test whether Frank would become more cautious.

But to his disappointment, the first thing Frank said when he saw him was,

"Dude, it's just a meeting. Is it necessary to make it so complicated?"

"Hehe, it's really not necessary."

Li Changheng smiled on his face, but he thought helplessly in his heart that a person's personality seems to be innate, and it is not so easy to change if he encounters great changes without suffering big losses.

He took the ten envelopes that Frank handed over, handed him back an envelope, and put it in his inner pocket without even looking at it.

"photo".

Frank took out the one-inch photo taken before, and asked curiously, "What's the name written on the pilot certificate you made for me? It can't be my real name."

Li Changheng smiled and said, "Frank Hopkins?"