Chapter 210: Gifts

It's too expensive, and I'm so poor that I need to eat more than 600 years ago.

Not very good, the first time I officially went abroad (the last time I went to the United States was a secret go, can not be counted), go back and don't bring some souvenirs to friends, some can't say.

Grit your teeth and stomp your feet, buy!

It was already more than four o'clock in the afternoon local time, Zhu Zhonglin and James had not been in contact with Du Lin, it was estimated that something was delayed, it seemed that he would not come to meet Du Lin today, so Du Lin had a whole night to go shopping in the shopping street.

Gurkha's scimitar is every man's dream, so Li Xian, Wang Jieshu, Yu Baofu, He Wenning, He Wenzhi, He Wenyuan each have a hand, whether to bring one to Mo Lilun, so that Du Lin is very entangled, if you buy him a hand, it is estimated that it will end up in the hands of Qu Mingming, so forget it, just buy him a Bodhi Zi bracelet, at least this thing Qu Ming will not snatch away.

There are many choices for gifts for women, for He Wenwen, Mo Anran, Gu Amei and Qu Mingming, four younger female friends, each bought a hand-sewn local characteristic clothing - "sari" (common in Indian movies), He Zhengqun's wife, Mo Lilun's mother and Chen Anna These elders each bought a wool shawl, and other middle-aged women of the same generation such as the second sister He Wenjing, the third sister-in-law and the fourth sister-in-law (He Wenzhi and He Wenyuan's wife) and other middle-aged women of the same generation, each bought a silver jewelry. After a shopping spree, Durin calculated and spent almost 200,000 Nepalese rupees, equivalent to nearly 20,000 Chinese dollars, which couldn't help but make Durin feel a pain in his flesh.

After thinking about it, if this trip can successfully find the treasure left to him in Zhu Yunwen, then this money will not be nothing.

After buying these things, Dulin looked at his watch, and it was already 23:00 local time in the evening.

Durin had heard before that it was difficult to get a taxi in Kathmandu after 11 p.m. Now, as expected, the shops on the street are basically closed, and there are few pedestrians on the street, except for a few tourists on bicycles, who are still enjoying the local night view.

Carrying a few large pockets, Doolin finally found a beautifully decorated rickshaw on a street corner, which is very characteristic of Nepal.

Fortunately, the coachman, who also has a few simple words of English, has no problem communicating with Doolin, who has made the address of the hotel clear. I put the gift bags in large bags and small bags in the car.

This human-powered tricycle has a carriage, and the roof and sides of the carriage are usually open, so that tourists can sit in it and enjoy the scenery along the way.

The coachman said that it was about to rain, and it was better to cover the roof, and Durin had no objection, there was nothing to see at such a late hour, and whether the roof was covered or not had no effect on him.

However, after the driver pedaled for a while, Durin felt that something was wrong.

It had only taken him half an hour to walk from the hotel to the shopping street.

Supposedly, taking a rickshaw should be much faster than walking, and it should take fifteen minutes at most to get to the hotel, and Durin looked at his watch, and he had been on the bus for more than twenty minutes, and he still hadn't reached the hotel, which made Durin very strange.

The curtain of Doolin's carriage was opened, but the driver of the pedaling car startled him and spoke a local language that Doolin did not understand.

Durin looked around and saw that it was not Kathmandu's new city at all, but rather a slum between the old and the new city, with streets full of sewage and stinking, and monkeys and beggars fighting for leftovers in roadside garbage cans.

The coachman exclaimed in English, why didn't you faint?

Duhrin then remembered that not long after the coachman covered the roof and sides of the carriage, Duhrin smelled a peculiar fragrance, which he thought was a special spice put in the carriage, but now in retrospect, it may have been a kind of incense, but because Durin's physique is inviolable, so he did not fascinate Durin.

From this point of view, the tricycle driver must have bad intentions, and when he saw that Durin had bought so many things, he was moved to rob the money. If you want to use incense to stun Dulin and bring him to this slum, and after robbing him of his belongings, he will kill people and kill him, or strip him naked and throw him on the side of the street, it is not clear.

Seeing that Durin was not stunned, the tricycle driver waved his arms and shouted something in the local language, and a dozen locals gathered from all directions with sticks and knives in hand.

You may ask, isn't there a lot of Gurkha scimitars there? Shouldn't the locals have one in their hands, and how can they still have a firewood knife?

In fact, the production of Gurkha's scimitar is very troublesome, four craftsmen work together, and only one can be made a day, although the knife industry is becoming more and more commercial, and it is difficult to buy real Gurkha scimitar in the knife shops on the shopping street, but even if it is a handicraft, the price of each knife is as high as 3,000 to 8,000 Nepalese rupees.

In such a slum, a family of five, 3,000 Nepalese rupees is enough for them to live for a month.

Seeing that the other party picked up the guy, Du Lin felt a little helpless, "I just came out to buy some souvenirs, how can I encounter this kind of thing?"

A minute later, the dozen or so local men were all lying on the ground, unable to move, and next to each man there were one or two women holding them and weeping tears.

Durin called the coachman over and told him that the men would be free to move around in an hour, and the coachman quickly translated to the women.

When the women heard this, they folded their hands and knelt on the ground to thank Durin. They thought that their man had met a martial arts master from Huaxia this time, and they were afraid that their lives would be in danger, but they didn't expect this Huaxia master to be merciful and spare their lives.

The coachman didn't dare to slack off, and honestly sent Durin back to the hotel, helped Durin move all the bags into the hotel lobby, and thanked Durin for not killing him when he left.

After such a small episode, it was already the second half of the night at this time.

Du Lin was about to ask the hotel waiter to help him deliver the bags back to his room, but when he turned around, he saw Zhu Zhonglin, James and others checking in.

"Mr. Zhu!

"Yo, Mr. Du, are you, just coming back from outside?" Zhu Zhonglin immediately had a smile on his face when he saw Du Lin.

"Well, I went out for a walk and bought some souvenirs that I plan to bring to my friends when I return home. You've just arrived?" Durin gestured to James, who was still talking to the lobby manager.

"Yes, James, the guns carried by several of their mercenaries had some trouble when entering the customs, and we were detained for more than ten hours, otherwise we would have arrived early," Speaking of this, Zhu Zhonglin was a little angry, "This James, before he came, the cowhide blew the mountain, saying that it was no problem to bring a gun into the customs, but when it came to entering the customs, he was detained and detained." ”

"It's okay if you're fine, hurry up and go through the formalities and check in, I'll go up first." "Durin doesn't want to meddle with them.

To be honest, until now, Du Lin's trust in Zhu Zhonglin is even less than that of James, and he always feels that this person is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

Early the next morning, Zhu Zhonglin, James and others, who had tossed most of the night before, were still catching up on sleep, and Du Lin went to the street alone with a bag of gifts.

Yesterday on the street, he once saw an office of "Shanhe Mining" in Kathmandu, these days he is going deep into the jungle to find treasure, the hotel room will also be returned, and look at the security environment in Kathmandu, it is estimated that it is not very safe to put it in the hotel storage office, it is better to hand it over to the people of Shanhe Mining, they must have a channel to send things back to China.

Before coming here, I talked to the third brother He Wenzhi on the phone in advance, and He Wenzhi also explained to the person in charge of Jiadu through the internal line of Shanhe Mining, so Du Lin was warmly received as soon as he arrived at the office, and the staff took a few big bags, and according to Du Lin's requirements, he divided the things into several small bags according to the head, wrote their names respectively, and made good bags.

A few days later, these small parcels will be shipped back to China through Sunward's logistics channels, and when Du Lin returns to China, they will be delivered to the other party one by one.

While dividing the things, Durin hesitated, but left the Gurkha 'scimitar he had bought for himself, just in case.