Guan Lang stared at the billboard for a long time.

Then he gently covered his forehead.

Although I can't understand what is written on it, I don't think it is in China.

Feelings: Did he go abroad this time?

Based on his knowledge of the map around the South China Sea, judging from the distance, the place where he is now should be most likely Vietnam.

The shortest straight-line distance from Sanya to Vietnam is about two or three hundred kilometers.

Although this mileage is very long, combined with the distance he has completed before diving, and the fact that he has been looking for a small island after the storm hit, it is really possible to smuggle here from the sea.

It seems that last night's judgment of his night stargazing and sea breeze had been incorrect.

Although he is not far from the same, he is not much better.

Guan Lang walked slowly along the side of the road, and there should be a tourist resort in the distance.

He was going to go somewhere to see what was going on.

Generally speaking, there should be more people in resorts who can speak foreign languages.

Like many Chinese people, he knows little about Vietnam or Southeast Asian countries.

The source of impressions is limited to a few wars that took place in the last century.

So he naturally doesn't know Vietnamese, and it's best to find a compatriot or a local who understands Chinese and English to ask about the situation.

It took him about ten minutes before he walked into the resort.

Even in the tourist area, the number of motorcycles in the vicinity is staggering.

"Hello Chinese,can you speak English?"

Guan Lang stopped two or three young men in swim trunks and asked.

But unfortunately, in the face of his question, several young people shook their heads in unison, speaking Vietnamese that Guan Lang did not understand.

Fortunately, he walked into a hotel front desk and met a waiter who spoke English.

Although with a thick accent, there is nothing wrong with communication.

Guan Lang's English is passable, as long as it is not related to some professional fields of English, he has no barriers to daily language.

And the waiter can also speak some simple Chinese, because in recent years, there have been more and more Chinese overseas tourists.

Soon, through communication with the front desk staff, he knew that his location was indeed Vietnam, specifically in a resort called Anna Mandela.

The waiter also gave him a guide map and tour for Chinese tourists very kindly.

The aesthetics of the Vietnamese people are relatively close to those in China, such as many Chinese TV dramas, online texts and other entertainment works are more popular in Southeast Asia.

Although the people of this country generally pay close attention to China but have a certain degree of resistance, as a practitioner in the service industry, the attitude of the waitress is still very good.

Hearing Guan Lang say that he was a passenger who had lost his wallet and documents, he hurriedly found the phone number of the Chinese Embassy in Vietnam.

However, of course, Guan Lang did not call for help, otherwise there would be no way to explain how a person who was originally in Sanya appeared in Vietnam in more than a day without any means of transportation.

He asked about ferries from Vietnam to Hainan or other parts of China.

Because he didn't have any documents or money, Guan Lang could only consider some other ways to go back.

He estimated that it would be difficult for the plane to blend in, but there was still a way for the ferry.

As for why you don't swim back, of course, you want to be lazy and save effort.

It's certainly better to be able to take a boat back.

However, after the waitress explained to him, he gave up the idea of taking the ferry back.

He is now located in the middle of Vietnam.

In Vietnam, there are only cruise lines from Halong Bay to Haikou or Sanya.

Ha Long Bay is located in the north, near Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam.

Originally, there was a ferry route from Haikou to Ho Chi Minh City, but due to the hostility between the two countries, it was suspended at the end of the 70s of the last century, and it has not been resumed until now.

This is bad news for Guan Lang.

It was six or seven hundred kilometers long for him to get to Ha Long Bay from Hue, not to mention that he had to find a way to get on a boat before he could return to Sanya.

It seems that he can only swim back on his own again.

However, this trip back is not without preparation.

With the experience of wandering crookedly, he had doubts about his judgment of the position, and it was better to prepare a tool for the judgment of other directions.

Guan Lang, penniless, walked out of the hotel.

He wasn't embarrassed to beg for some money, although he felt that with his charm and a little trickery with his natural skills, the waitress would be happy to donate a little money to him.

It's two or three o'clock in the afternoon.

There are not many people on the beach, and Guan Lang is pacing on the beach.

Thinking about how to make a sum of money in the shortest possible time through legal means.

He looked around and pondered, when suddenly he was inspired by the fishermen on the dock who were peddling seafood.

Picking up a sturdy snakeskin bag nearby, Guan Lang jumped into the sea.

In the water, he was light and nimble, like a dolphin, and the current danced around him.

His Tai Chi power slowly reached out in the water.

Although this force is extremely limited in the water, there is nothing wrong with catching a few small fish.

Guan Lang swam fast, and left the coastline in a flash.

Dozens of meters deep underwater is not stressful for him now, as if he is back at home.

Suddenly, he was confronted by a storm of small silver-white fish.

This is a group of migratory sardines, slender in size, about 15~30 cm in length, their dorsal fin is short, and it looks like a sharp knife.

Guan Lang saw this group of ownerless sardines as if he saw a school of swimming Vietnamese dong.

The sardines were swimming fast, but not as fast as he had erupted, so he was still quickly catching up with the fish.

Tai Chi force exploded like a huge slap underwater.

"Boom!"

The body of water shook violently with great force, and the impact stunted more than a dozen innocent little fish in an instant.

The fish were startled and fled in panic into the distance.

Guan Lang opened the snakeskin bag, and Tai Chi Li rolled it in the water, and the fainted fish were all swept into the bag by him.

Good...... Good.

Guan Lang was very happy, he didn't expect it to be so convenient to catch fish with Tai Chi force.

It was as if he had found a way to get rich without roots, and his eyes were slightly shining.

The sardines on his side are about 16 yuan a catty, and it is estimated that there are twenty or thirty catties of so tens.

A slap is three or four hundred dollars.

Looking at the school of fish that was still huge and abnormal, he hooked the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Heaven and Buddha are to blame. ”

He didn't know what the prices were on the Vietnamese side, but he didn't feel at ease when he caught a dozen or so fish.

No matter how much you drip, you have to fill this little snakeskin bag to the brim, right?

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