"What?!

Didn't you hear me clearly, Mr. Officer, I said it's a red light!

Look there, you haven't changed yet!"

The Indian driver shouted excitedly as he bent down to get his driver's license. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The red light here is extraordinarily long, and there are still two minutes, Han Xuan pulled the handbrake, turned his head to look out the window, and looked at the traffic police.

Han Xuan is definitely not old enough to drive a car under Indian law, but the traffic police looked at the golden calf logo on the wheel.

He gasped, and while thinking of the magazines he had read, he pretended not to see them, smiled, continued to stare at the Indian driver, and said:

"I have been working as a traffic police officer in Bangalore for the past 20 years.

And I see that these are the only foreigners who obey the traffic rules, and if an Indian follows the traffic rules everywhere in Bangalore or even in all of India, it is only when the sun comes out in the west.

I very much doubt your motives......

Hey?

You still have your driver's license?

It seems that the situation has become more serious, and no Indian person drives with a driver's license.

Just now it was enough to fine you with a fine of Rs 500, now I have decided to fine you with Rs 1,000 ......"

Han Xuan found that the Indian driver was like a shocked look when he saw a ghost, and he laughed.

Lying on the steering wheel, his body twitched, and he couldn't stop at all.

Isabelle also heard their conversation, the corners of her mouth turned up, and she shouted out the window in English: "Mr. Traffic Police, why did you do this?"

There are hundreds of different dialects in India, the most widespread of which is English, so the traffic policeman can understand Isabelle.

Foreigners living in India have a transcendent status, and some Caucasian people have even taken up the new profession of "reporting crimes".

Locals go to the police station to report the crime, and those police officers don't ask questions and do things perfunctorily, while foreigners have accidents, and the detection rate will be greatly improved.

Therefore, if someone loses their son or daughter, or their property is stolen, they will give a sum of money to the Caucasian foreigner and ask them to help report the crime.

The foreigner said that they were relatives of his own family, and the rate of solving the case suddenly became extremely high, which is very similar to Huaxia in this regard......

This traffic policeman knew that the children of a wealthy foreign family were in the car, and he was also a big man who could drive a foreign car to India.

Bi Gong replied: "Breaking the traffic rules has become a habit in our country, and if he obeys the rules, he will be looked down upon and obstruct traffic."

In our city of Bangalore, this man who follows the rules is like the eighth wonder of the world.

He should have known more, and I hope this heavy penalty will teach him a lesson not to obey the traffic rules in the future. ”

Faced with such a strange answer, Han Xuan laughed even more happily, and even felt pain in his stomach, and when the red light was about to pass, he said to the traffic policeman:

"He probably saw that we stopped at the red light, so he stopped.

It's all our fault, I hope you can spare him this time, I don't think he will look at the red light or the green light again in the future...... Then drive straight over. ”

The traffic policeman closed the notebook with a fart, and saw Han Xuan stuffing a $20 bill out of the crack in the window, with a very bright smile on his face, "I listen to you."

This gentleman has helped you, why don't you thank him?"

The driver cried and mourned, faced the threatening eyes of the traffic police, and said politely: "Thank you......"

With traffic police driving motorcycles, the traffic situation in Bangalore has suddenly improved.

There is no red light and green light, all the way to the green light, soon to the luxury government office building located in the heart of the city.

Compared to the dilapidated buildings around it, the seventeen-story building is dazzling, and the dark blue glass of the façade is particularly dazzling in the sun.

The meeting time with the mayor of Bangalore was nine o'clock, and it was already half past nine.

Han Xuan is observing local customs...... Half an hour behind the agreed time.

In fact, half an hour is already considered early, and according to Han Xuan's idea, it should be an hour late.

However, Isabelli was anxious and urged again and again, and this came so early.

When I entered the government office building, I asked the front desk about a beautiful Indian girl.

Sure enough, the mayor hadn't arrived yet, so she asked them to wait in the lounge area next to the hall first.

"So it's not for nothing that Indians are poor.

In my impression, the people of this country are the laziest, there is no one.

They went to work at nine o'clock in the morning and arrived about half an hour late.

If someone arrives early on time, the boss will wonder if he has some bad intentions.

After dozens of minutes, all employees, including the boss, gathered together for morning tea at about ten o'clock.

Drink for half an hour, then go back to work and wait for the end of the day. ”

Han Xuan's tone was smiling, he said that these things were true, and the "San Francisco Chronicle" once reported on them, scaring away many Americans who wanted to invest in India.

It has become a habit to have afternoon tea after drinking morning tea.

From the president to the beggars, the workers in that industry are lazy, and they will only be slightly better in the future, but only some......

They sat down on luxurious cowhide sofas.

Suddenly, a bearded old man with a strip of red cloth on his head ran through the doorway.

The old man threw the two large bamboo baskets in his hand to the ground, and as the lid opened, many blackened snakes came out.

There were thirty or forty of them, scattered and writhing, and when the guards ran over, some of them stood upright, their necks open, revealing two circular patterns on their backs.

The white belly with black stripes looked terrifying, causing the surrounding town hall employees to run around and scream loudly.

Han Xuan naturally hated snakes, probably because there was a milk snake that ran to his bed when he was a child.

It was only a few months old, and there was no way to drive it away, and for the first time in my life, I was scared to cry.

At this point, I changed from sitting on the couch to standing on the couch.

The old man who threw the snake in shouted excitedly in the local dialect.

Han Xuan didn't fully understand, and guessed from a few words that he should be complaining about the corruption of the local government, causing his son to go bankrupt and jump off the building, and was pushed to the ground by the security guard as soon as he finished speaking.

The way out had been blocked by these Indian cobras, and when he saw a few of them crawling over with their wriggling bodies, George shot them decisively, and the gun shot them in the head.

The cobra's head was smashed, and its body was still writhing.

When Han Xuan looked into the distance, he clearly saw a very aggressive cobra, chasing a fat Indian man with dark skin.

The fat man looked back and realized that he couldn't outrun the cobra.

He simply turned around and jumped up, squatted down and grabbed the snake, approached his mouth, and opened his mouth to bite.

The scene shocked Han Xuan's jaw, there are still such fierce cattle people in the world!

When he found that the snake wanted to bite him, he refused to suffer at all, so he bit it first, and it was really strong...... (To be continued.) )