250: Chapter 161 Private Island 250: Chapter 161 Private Island The two exchanged pleasantries, and then the old man was invited by the private island’s butler to get into a black, unlicensed Cadillac.
Sieg and Bailey were arranged to ride in the sa car as their employer, while Allen Zhang and one of the Kunlun five elders, Marine Corps Staff Sergeant Jason, sat in the car behind.
It wasn’t until they opened the car door that they realized it was an armored vehicle.
Riding in the vehicle, they first headed to the location of the socialite gathering, where many sharply dressed n and won gathered together, holding champagne flutes.
The old man Wenke’s arrival also added fuel to the lively party.
Those who were invited here were all wealthy, and familiar faces in the circle.
But without a doubt, most of the n on the scene had gray hair, around sixty years old, while the won were just over twenty, at most not exceeding twenty-eight.
“Is that Catherine Newton?” Jason asked, sowhat surprised.
“Who is that?” Allen Zhang asked, puzzled.
“An actress.
She’s been in many classic movies.
Didn’t expect her to attend this kind of party.
The one next to her should be the producer of ‘Ant-Man 3’,” Jason said enviously, “Heard the production team is looking to pull in investors to save so money internally, the producer’s been taking the actress around.”
“Oh,” Allen Zhang nodded, uninterested, as he didn’t pay much attention to Hollywood’s movie circle.
He just felt that this good-looking actress being summoned by these old n probably ant she’d have to reluctantly do business tonight.
Making money, getting famous, nothing dishonorable about it.
Ordinary people might not even have access to such resources if they wanted to.
“Where did you get such news?” Allen Zhang asked curiously.
“There’s plenty on YouTube.
If it weren’t for the no-photography rule here, this news would definitely blow up if it got out,” Jason said.
“Then you just wait to be sued, go broke, and end up in jail,” Allen Zhang laughed heartily.
It was his first ti attending such a private island gathering.
Though he was a peripheral minor figure, insignificant as an ant, it didn’t keep them from enjoying the sight of the beautiful girls shuttling through the crowd with fruit platters.
Watching the bikini-clad girls, the temperature on the island was neither hot nor cold, but their attire was very breezy, with a swimming pool and beach chairs beside, planted with palm trees.
Jason simply stood aside, wearing sunglasses and a face shield and stood guard expressionlessly, muttering, “Rich people really know how to enjoy life.”
“Then you should also strive to make money, and aim to beco a wealthy person early, so you too can buy an island and beco an Island Master,” Allen Zhang jested.
“I’m unlikely to beco rich in this lifeti,” Jason sighed.
After admiring the beauties at the party for a while, Sieg and Bailey ca up with a new task, “We’re going to visit Mr.
Madison’s antique museum first, then the zoo.”
“Let’s go.
It’ll give us a chance to look at those collectibles and animals,” Allen Zhang nodded and followed Sieg into a convertible off-road vehicle, arriving at the museum before their employer.
The person in charge of the island’s museum security was a forr Army Lieutenant, who was surprised to learn that Sieg had been a Captain in the Marine Corps and was now working as a security officer after retiring, “Buddy, you must have pissed soone off, huh!”
“I’d rather not talk about those things,” Sieg waved dismissively, not airing dirty laundry in public.
“No worries, being here is like being at ho, the regular work is very relaxed.
Just that it’s not easy to get away, can’t go back often.
We get two days off every week, but we’re all single here, and the island doesn’t lack resources in that regard.”
The Lieutenant chuckled, “If you need anything at night, I can help you find soone to take care of it, internal price, only a few hundred dollars a ti.”
“You guys really know how to fool the employer while on duty,” Sieg couldn’t understand but was shocked.
“An hourly pay of 90 US dollars, all we need to do is our security work during working hours,” the Lieutenant said, “You guys coming over for security work, the boss must have also given you a good hourly pay, right?”
“…
More or less the sa,” Sieg was reluctant to ntion his own pay.
An hourly wage of 65 US dollars is already top in the Los Angeles market, but it’s obviously not up to the standard in a professional team for the wealthy.
The work here is also very relaxed, after all, no one is going to commit any acts of terrorism.
After waiting a few minutes, their employer arrived by car, and Sieg and Bailey stood guard outside, while Allen Zhang and Jason accompanied them to visit the museum, also discovering many worthwhile items.
Madison was also over sixty years old, a Caucasian with black hair, a hooked nose, but he didn’t look old and was well-maintained, exuding vitality.
Allen Zhang and Jason followed a few ters behind, also overhearing their conversation and exchange.
“The shots I took last ti worked really well, I recomnd you try them too.
Internal price, 320,000 US dollars per shot, if you need, I can arrange contact for you,” the white-haired old man Wenke said.
“I’m not as rich as you.
I just have a bit of epilepsy and heart disease, that’s how it is at my age, no matter how much money I spend, it won’t cure it,” Wenke replied.
“Why don’t you use the money you’ve earned, or do you want to leave it to others after you die?
What about your young girlfriend?
How co she didn’t co this ti?” Madison teased.
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