Chapter 218: Stingy Grant
Lector receives tens of millions of tourists every year, and the information of the five Tang people is complete and reasonable, and no one is stupid enough to doubt their identity. While waiting for the flight, several airport staff also took the initiative to introduce some scenic spots and delicious snacks to the five people.
At a short time, the five of them boarded an orbital flight to the interior of Rector and left the port of Silbes and headed quickly towards the air terminal on the outskirts of Orovia, the largest coastal city in Lector.
Olovia is the largest city in Rector and is also home to the famous leisure resort of the Costa d'Aure.
Twenty minutes later, the flight entered the port, and the five people from Tang Fang walked out of the air terminal and got into a taxi.
The driver thought that the five people, like many tourists, would rush to the hotel booked in Orovia first thing after getting off the plane, but he didn't expect the Tang side to directly report another location, "Caronesburg." β
"Caronesburg?" The driver was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and glanced at Tang Fang: "Are you sure?" β
"Yes, Caronesburg, let's go." There was a sigh in Tang Fang's tone, and a light of remembrance flashed in his eyes.
After receiving a positive answer, the driver stopped being verbose, turned the car, and drove onto a maglev track node next to it. Switching the tram to maglev mode, the taxi retracts its four wheels, and the speed changes from slow to rapid, and finally it speeds north at a speed of more than 200KM per hour.
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Caronesburg is located in the northeast of Orovia, with a distance of more than 1,200 kilometres. After about 5 hours on the maglev track, the taxi turns left and enters a road.
After a walk, rows of tall buildings appeared at the end of the view. It was dusk, and the light of Megar shone on the scale-like glass faΓ§ade of the building. Scattered soft glows.
Tang Fang looked out the window and was silent, the memories and feelings that belonged to Tang Yan brewed a jar of mixed old songs in his heart. 6 years, 6 whole years, accustomed to the darkness and depth of the starry sky, accustomed to bloodshed and sacrifice. War is like a whirlpool to hell. Everyone struggled inside, swimming out with all their might, but most of them were just a small splash or two, the only embellishment of the desperate scene.
The signs on both sides of the highway are already a little mottled, and the huge billboards are constantly playing advertisements for new products. The Milky Way Enchantress shook her waist tremblingly, showing her exquisite curves and slender legs without hesitation, of course. Not to mention the two rounded hemispheres on the chest.
There are some changes in the city, but not much, but they are just renovating the buildings and expanding the urban area. Caronesburg is, after all, only a medium-sized city, not near the sea, and without much attraction, and it is rare to be able to maintain the size of the permanent population.
What is Tang Yun doing now? Sitting in a classroom and wandering? Or look at the guy you like and smile?
Tang Fang showed a knowing smile. The little girl who always took advantage of her inattention every time she ate and secretly poured the carrots in the bowl into the garbage bin now doesn't know what kind of big girl she has grown. Although it has only been two and a half months since the last communication. However, it seems that a lifetime has passed......
"Huh." When he was distracted, the taxi stopped under an apartment building in the city that was some years old, and the driver glanced at the meter: "3855MYD." β
β3855οΌβ Before Tang Fang could speak, Grant next to him suddenly straightened up, and the expression on his face was like a rabbit that had been robbed of a turnip: "What? 3855οΌ You're robbing money! β
The driver swept over 5 of them. Pointing to the reading on the taximeter, he said: "1285 km, 3MYD per kilometer, fair trade, no bullying." β
"Tong Su is not bullied?" Grant snorted coldly: "99% of the distance from Orovia to Caronesburg is on the magnetic levitation track. At best, it consumes some electricity. 3855οΌ You're asking for a lot of money. β
The monthly salary of the average salaried class in the empire is also this number, and the driver is clearly a lion's mouth.
Tang Fang frowned, unwilling to dwell on this kind of matter, and was about to tell Claire to pay the bill, when Grant stopped him: "385." β
"What?" The driver stared at him: "385? You're kidding me. β
"Not happy? Then you can take us to the arbitration institution, I am sure that they will make a fair judgment. Grant sat back in his seat with his arms crossed, with a leisurely expression on his face: "Tang Fang, you are a local, tell him where the arbitration institution is, I want to see what our driver, who can't even turn on the meter, will say." β
The driver's face was grim, because the economic situation of each noble domain was different, and the pricing standards of the service industry were also different. In Lector, it has become an unspoken rule of the industry for businessmen to slaughter foreign tourists, and foreign tourists are lonely, and they come here mostly for leisure travel to have fun.
However, he never thought that this seemingly heroic and righteous guy in front of him turned out to be a stingy ghost, 385? Send the begging for food.
At this time, Grant glanced out the window again, and said casually: "Well, it's getting dark, the arbitration institution is about to close, if it drags on any longer, then we can only wait for tomorrow." β
The driver's face changed several times in a row, and finally gritted his teeth: "3000!" He didn't think that the guys in the back would pay for his food, accommodation and parking, not to mention that tomorrow's business would be delayed, and his wife would be worried at night.
Also, God knows who these guys are, especially the man with a fleshy face and arms thicker than his thighs. Caronesburg is not like Olovia, and the nights here are not very peaceful.
Grant didn't even look at him: "500." β
β2000οΌ 2000 head office, right? β
β500γβ
The driver was anxious: "1500, this is a conscience price." β
β500γβ Grant still spoke in a tone that was not salty.
The poor driver's master was about to cry, and his face wrinkled into bitter cauliflower: "1200, 1200." β
Grant squinted at him for a while, and casually took out a note from his pocket: "1000, take it if you want, don't, see you at the door of the arbitration office early tomorrow morning." β
The driver took the banknote tremblingly, at this moment, he was full of grievances, he thought that he had picked up a good job, and he could knock back the bamboo bar, but he didn't expect that these few rich masters would be so slammed. From Olovia to Caronesburg, 1000MYD can only be regarded as a mass price, which is too shrewd to bargain with himself.
"Bang, bang, bang." There was a sound of the door closing from the back, and the driver saw 5 people getting out of the car through the rearview mirror, without saying a word of superfluity, the steering wheel was beaten, the accelerator was stepped on, and the taxi "woo" sounded, and it disappeared on the street corner.
"Grant, are you a man? How mother-in-law mother-in-law. Hausen yelled as soon as he got out of the car.
"You know the." Grant glared at him vigorously: "That guy clearly treats us as wronged, and giving 1000 is cheap for him, if you are not in a hurry, I have to kill 500, and teach him a good lesson." β
"What a." Hausen disagreed. I didn't want to be behind him, but Aros snorted coldly: "Otherwise, it's the same as you?" After mixing so much money in the boxing world, in the end I didn't even have the money left to buy a pair of socks. β
"Whew! Without...... If it weren't for the Empire freezing my account...... A pair of socks can still be bought. β
This made Claire laugh for a while, in a sense, this hausen is really a talent. Tang Fang next to her thought of a lot in an instant. There is no doubt that Grant is a loyal, upright, affectionate and righteous man, and what is even more commendable is that he works carefully and meticulously, and is very competent as a deputy captain.
Now it seems that this guy has another "advantage", stingy, and an out-and-out miser. He got a large number of valuable research materials from Crotan's "Galaxy Armaments Research and Development Center" and "Someroon", and he will definitely go to the black market to get rid of it in the future.
After a delay downstairs in the apartment, Tang Fang took a few people to the 6th floor, where the light in the corridor was already lit, reflecting a layer of frost on the floor.
"Click, click......" The footsteps of five people resounded in the corridor.
When he was young, he came to a room with a number plate "607", Tang Fang slowly raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
After not responding for a long time, he frowned, raised his hand and knocked again, but still did not answer.
"Tang Yun, Tang Yun ......" This time, he directly called Tang Yun's name.
10 seconds, 15 seconds, 20 seconds...... The room was silent.
It's evening now, and it stands to reason that Tang Yun should have gone home a long time ago, could it be that she spent the night at her classmates' place today? Or maybe you're participating in a club and won't be back until later.
Just when he was silent and hesitating whether to go to school to find her, the door of the next room opened, and a middle-aged man with a shirtless body, a bath towel around his waist, and a beard on his face poked his head out. β
Aros frowned and looked up at him, "Is this room the owner?" β
"Dead!" The beard replied impatiently.
He's dead? Tang Yun is dead? Tang Fang's pupils shrank, and his face was clouded for a moment.
Haosen rushed over with an arrow step, pulled out his beard, pinched his neck with his right hand, and stuck it on the wall with a "bang": "You say it again!" β
The bearded man kicked his feet in the air, and a pair of hands grabbed Hausen's wrists and struggled, but no matter how much he struggled, the big rough hands were like a pair of iron tongs, and they were stuck to his throat.
"Hausen, let him go." At this time, Tang Fang walked over with a cold face, looked at the beard and said, "Old Tosh, do you still recognize me?" (To be continued......)