Author: Qi Chu Jiu

Xu Cheng's speech made the customs staff afraid. He speaks French? Is what he said true?

Soon, the movement there attracted the attention of many people.

Boss Yu kept a straight face, said nothing, and clasped his legs behind his back. The people from country F who came to receive him severely complained to the customs staff in front of Boss Yu.

The receptionist glanced at Yu Lao from time to time. Seeing that Yu Lao was indifferent, he could act more realistically, increase his body language and tone of voice, making the customs staff look ugly.

"Hey - they didn't say anything, I went too far."

"Please let me leave their working area. No one else is qualified to escape from customs inspection. It is not their official job."

The two customs staff spoke righteously and uprightly. In fact, what they said was not wrong, but the method they used was not very good.

After all, the commotion there was too great, so a leader finally came over and asked all the people to leave.

Outside a room, the leader understood what had happened and pretended to criticize his subordinate.

Then the conversation changed and he asked Xu Cheng, "Actually, they are threatening the country's security. I should understand, right?"

Xu Cheng did not answer immediately, but turned to Yu Lao to translate.

Mr. Yu finally looked at several people, and said with an unreadable expression: "I apologize to them for their inappropriate wording, otherwise they will refuse to enter the country and return to where they were."

Yu Lao said firmly, and Xu Cheng translated even more firmly.

The receptionist did not understand Chinese. He suppressed the dissatisfaction of Yu Lao and others in his heart, and continued to fight for the rights of several people on the surface.

Unknowingly, it escalated into a diplomatic incident.

Yu Lao and others' persistence prevented Fangdong from coming to Taiwan, but he didn't want the matter to escalate further, so he initially issued a superficial apology.

No matter what, apologizing is not the beginning.

After the minor incident at the customs was resolved, Yu Lao and others successfully exited the customs, got into the car driven by the receptionist, and drove on the avenue F.

The buildings are completely different from those in China, the F-country people are very well-dressed, there are countless coffee shops on the streets, and there are exquisite men and women who seem to enjoy tasting coffee.

We walked all the way and no one shut up in the car.

The receptionist tried to say something several times, but all he got was a perfunctory reply of um, um, um, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, and ah.

“Reduce working hours!”

"They want freedom!"

"The flatness of the port is inhumane!"

A unified slogan, a scattered but neat team, a group of people holding various homemade signs with different slogans written on them.

The car gradually stopped and the road ahead was blocked.

The receptionist cursed obscenely and wanted the driver to turn around, but the crowd quickly surrounded the car and they couldn't move at all.

"Damn it!" the receptionist said again, then turned around and smiled at the elders.

"Mei Jingxi, just wait until they walk over."

Xu Cheng suddenly became interested and pointed outside and asked, "What are they doing?"

"Oh? The union's strike is just a group of dissatisfied people, so ignore it."

The man's tone was sarcastic and he didn't notice the expression of the driver next to him.

The people of country F who are on strike are getting more and more excited. When the crowd gathers together, their courage will become bigger as the crowd grows.

Is it possible that everyone has a kind of luck in their hearts: the law does not punish everyone.

What's more, I thought that if he was just one of the others, they would not notice him at all.

The strike continued outside, and many people even banged on their car windows. There were bangs and bangs outside the car, which made the receptionist feel angry and the words coming out of his mouth became increasingly unpleasant.

"There are no pigs on the east floor——"

With a "bump" sound, the receptionist watched his driver get out of the car and took off the driver's clothes. The clothes inside were filled with slogans, which made him dumbfounded.

I don’t know what the driver said to the people outside. People around the car became angry, smashed the windows vigorously, and some even tried to pull the door.

Xu Cheng, who was in the back seat, made a small and flexible leap and walked into the driver's seat. After a few clicks, the door was locked.

"Sir, do I know the way back?"

"No, what do I ask for?"

Xu Cheng smiled and turned the car key. Everyone in the car and the receptionist nervously tried to grab something, but Xu Cheng didn't give him a chance at all. The car rushed forward and several people in front of the car were scared away.

"Hey - that's not fun, can I drive!"

Xu Cheng turned the steering wheel and smiled at the receptionist: "No!"

Without saying a word, the car quickly reversed, and within a second the rear wheels were on the ground and spinning with the brakes applied. The smoke from the friction during the rotation made it difficult to open your eyes, and people outside began to back away.

It's okay to go on strike, but death can't wait.

When the wheels were smoothed or not, Xu Cheng spun in circles and the car rushed towards a corner with few people. At that speed, the people in front of him dispersed and all the signs in his legs were thrown away. .

There was a "crash" and several coffee tables were accidentally damaged. Xu Cheng suddenly braked and accelerated. There were two bangs and stars began to appear on the receptionist's head.

Looking back, several people had fastened their seat belts at some point. Yu Lao was supported by Wang Qiang, An Ning was protected by Zhao Xin, and the four of them seemed to be walking on a train safely.

After Xu Cheng drove around and looked like he was trying to kill someone, they successfully left the strikers.

"Can I show you the way? He doesn't know the way."

After Xu Cheng finished speaking, the person next to him stretched out a leg finger to silently guide the way.

They were not far from their destination, and Xu Cheng drove there in just a few minutes.

The moment after the car parked, the person sitting next to him pushed hard, and his head rushed out. He lay on the ground and vomited everything out.

Dong Che, who was very concerned about Xu Cheng, stood three meters away and asked: "Am I okay?"

The man wanted to be more friendly than an international friend, but his physical strength did not allow him to do so, and he vomited again.

When the man was vomiting, someone finally came out of the hotel, took the photo by mistake, found Mr. Yu, and expressed his welcome.

"Has it been a smooth journey?"

Mr. Yu held hands with others and thought seriously. After saying a lot of words, Xu Cheng dutifully translated.

"The plane encountered a thunderstorm, and they were insulted by our customs officers after flying east. On the way here, they encountered a strike that wanted to smash the car. They saved themselves and rushed out of the way to get there. Now they are alive, so no , they have a smooth journey.”

A very outstanding answer, which made the wrong party smile awkwardly, and at first he said with praise: "How wonderful!"

Mr. Yu still looked at the wrong party without saying a word, and the wrong party awkwardly invited a few people into the hotel and arranged for a few people to rest.

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Chapter completed!