Chapter 737 Who Is It?

Sister Hong contacted the other party through an intermediary, which still took a certain amount of time.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that the tall and thin man led seven or eight people to where Feng Jun and the others were.

During this meeting, the two parties still didn't speak much. As for where the goods in the car went, no one asked aloud.

Before the man left, he bowed his hand to Feng Jungong as a token of his gratitude. After all, these four cars were worth millions of baht.

Feng Jun and the other three also felt relaxed, so they discussed that they should go shopping in the store again.

Hao Jingjing discovered Feng Jun's blue storage bag this time. She took a curious look and found that the space was surprisingly large, so she continued to buy and buy with confidence. She also advised Sister Hong to continue, "Don't worry, that storage bag The shopping bag is really big.”

Zhang Weihong has already accepted the fact that Teacher Mei can use the storage bag - since she can store and withdraw supplies from Maoshan's ancestral tablets, this abnormality cannot be hidden from them.

Zhang Caixin once asked about this matter unconvinced, but Feng Jun's explanation left her speechless - "You have your qualifications, and others have other people's qualifications. Don't envy others when they have their opportunities."

Xiao Cai Xin is holding back her energy to practice, probably because of this factor - she did learn from Bremen teacher's qualifications, but she can step up her practice, right? As long as she can advance to the Qi Refining Stage, she can still use the storage bag.

In short, the capacity of the large storage bag in Feng Jun's hand was revealed by the good scenery. Of course, she and Sister Hong chose to continue spending money.

After some shopping, it was eight o'clock in the evening. The three of them stopped a taxi in front of the store and turned around.

Taxis in Bangkok have meters, but when encountering foreigners or even out-of-towners, they generally don’t use the meter, but directly quote the meter. This situation is not in line with the positioning of the capital of Siam, but the driver also has a point - —There is a possibility of traffic jam.

Bangkok's traffic jam is one of the worst in the world, and the taxi driver charges 400 baht.

The price is a little higher. The three of them have never taken a taxi in Bangkok, but among the people traveling with them, there is a travel expert with good views. She pointed this out clearly, "I checked, similar distance, bargain price It should be around three hundred baht.”

Feng Jun thinks it's more expensive. If you exchange it for Chinese coins, the difference is only twenty yuan.

But Sister Hong did not agree. Ever since she was suspected of "lowering the quality of Chinese people," she has always wanted to do something to prove herself, so she said, "If you are not used to this problem, you cannot let them feel that Chinese tourists are stupid and rich."

Well, you are right. Feng Jun was speechless, so he communicated with the other party again - among the three people, his English was the worst.

But the driver refused to change the price, saying that it was the evening rush hour and 300 baht was too little, so I wouldn't take the order.

Feng Jun was also a little annoyed when he saw the other person's "Do you like to sit down or not?" look.

But there was no choice, there were no empty taxis around, not even empty motorcycles.

The fact that this rental car can always be parked here is probably related to the high price this person charges - after all, this is a shopping mall, and it is mainly aimed at foreigners, and there must be tourists who are not short of money.

Then, Hao Jingfeng persuaded Sister Hong to get on the bus with one sentence, "We can't make them feel that Chinese tourists are all poor, right?"

For Feng Jun, if he had a choice, he would rather drive the two of them back on a motorcycle.

As for not having a license plate, this is not a big problem. The traffic jam in Bangkok has led to the rampage of speeding gangs. They are rampant in the rolling traffic. It can be said that they sneak into every crack. They can be seen everywhere, driving in the wrong direction, running red lights and so on.

In short, as far as the traffic conditions on the road are concerned, this place is very much like a Chinese countryside, an oversized village with traffic jams.

Feng Jun doesn't ride a motorcycle, mainly because he thinks... his driving skills are probably not as good as those of those motorcyclists, who are really risking their lives to drive motorcycles.

Without further ado, not long after getting in the car, the traffic jam gradually began. After walking for a while, Hao Jingfeng whispered softly in the back seat of the car, "It seems that the direction is wrong. You should turn left."

After getting in the car, she took the map and looked at it. The travel expert has indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this aspect.

Feng Jun translated the words, and the driver looked at him and muttered something to the effect that there was a traffic jam ahead, so I had to take a detour. Anyway, the price was 400 baht, and I won't ask for more from you.

Feng Jun thought the same thing. That's the point of setting a good price. It doesn't matter how the other party wants to circumvent it.

However, he still underestimated the integrity of the Siamese people. The taxi made many twists and turns, turned into a small alley, and drove directly into a courtyard.

As soon as the car stopped, the courtyard door behind was closed, and seven or eight men came out, two of them holding guns in their hands - yes, Siam is a country where guns are not allowed.

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, then looked at the taxi driver coldly, "What do you mean?"

The driver didn't say anything, but took out a pistol from under the car seat, smiled at him, and waved the muzzle of the gun, signaling him to get out of the car.

Feng Jun's mind was spinning very fast, and he felt that it was most likely a daytime transaction and something went wrong.

If it wasn't for this reason, then it was... Teo from Qingcheng.

But he was really a little surprised. Although the affairs in Jincheng involved countries in the southwest, they probably did not include Siam.

Could it be... He thought again of the people from Brilliant Real Estate he met two days ago.

In any case, now that the other party has three guns in his hand, although he is already invulnerable, there are still two of his women sitting in the back seat, and he has the obligation to protect them from any harm.

These thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. The next moment, he raised his hand and said loudly, "Don't shoot. Just tell me how much it costs."

Immediately afterwards, the car door on his side was opened, and two men reached out to pull him.

Others tried to open the rear door, but Sister Hong and Hao Jingjing were very clever. They held the door handle with one hand and pressed the door lock button with the other to prevent them from succeeding.

The driver waved the pistol in the direction of the back seat of the car, and his threatening intention was obvious: Do you want to take a shot?

"Stop!" Feng Jun shouted and spoke loudly, "Do you still want the money?"

He pretended not to know the origin of the other party and just pretended that he had encountered a robber.

And unknowingly, he slightly adjusted his appearance in case there were cameras in the yard.

This was one of the reasons why he didn't let them get off the car. Sister Hong and Hao Jingjing both had his blood essence talisman on them. It wouldn't be a big problem if they were shot once. Of course, they wouldn't be able to bear it if they were shot more, but he didn't I think the other side has so many opportunities to shoot.

Anyway, he couldn't let his woman take risks. Even if he resorted to violence, he didn't want their faces to be captured by the camera. As for his own face... he could guarantee that if he searched according to the pictures, he would never be found.

It doesn’t take much to adjust the face - just adjusting the hard indicators such as the distance between the eyes is enough.

No matter how much he looks like himself in the photo, if the hard indicators are not up to standard, then it is nonsense - this is a world that believes in science.

As a result, as soon as he shouted these words, the driver stopped moving.

A man holding a Glock pistol walked up to him, poked his chest with the muzzle of the gun, and said in blunt English, "Money, we want a lot of money..."

I hate Glocks! Feng Jun spread his hands and said, "Of course there is no problem."

Then he went to get his handbag, opened it, and took out all the cash in it, which was about 40,000 to 50,000 baht, more than 5,000 Chinese coins, and 10,000 US dollars.

All these sums of money are worth almost more than 80,000 Chinese coins.

He also had some Thai baht change in his hand, ranging from seven to eight hundred baht, "Can this money... be used as our travel expenses?"

"Not enough!" cried the taxi driver. "Go and get the money. I know you are rich."

It is very convenient to withdraw money in Siam. There are bank self-service teller machines on the streets. Huaxia UnionPay cards are accepted. It does not matter if the card contains Huaxia currency. When you take it out here, it will be Thai baht.

Um? Feng Jun's heart moved and he looked at him coldly, "Don't go too far."

"Nothing excessive!" the taxi driver yelled, "You are rich, very rich... You have bought so many valuables and beautiful women, why are you so rich!"

Feng Jun blinked and felt a little confused. Could it be... that it was really a temporary robbery?

All this time, who did he think was going to deal with him? UU Reading www. uukｎｓｓｎ It seems now, maybe... not?

The man holding the Glock raised his hand and punched him hard in the stomach.

For Feng Jun, this punch was just an itch, but ordinary people would definitely not be able to bear such a punch.

He covered his stomach and groaned softly, his face full of pain.

"Tsk, the performance is a bit fake," Sister Hong watched with great interest through the car window, "After all, he is also a master of Qi training... He should read "The Actor's Self-cultivation"."

Hao Jingfeng already had a 54 pistol in her hand. She was trembling while checking the gun. She looked up when she heard this and said, "Don't just be happy, remember to protect yourself. In fact, we are his burden. "

The man with the Glock pistol saw Feng Jun's miserable look and laughed ferociously, "Bring out another million baht and I'll let you and your woman go. You don't have much time. I'll only give you half an hour."

Feng Jun frowned more and more, "It's really difficult to get one million in such a short time."

He was actually very confused. If he took action now, he would be sure to subdue everyone present.

But he couldn't figure out what the situation was, so he could only delay it and see what the other party said.

"Don't have time?" The man with the Glock pistol chuckled, then waved his hand, and two thin men came over.

At first glance, these two people looked like typical Siamese natives. One of them held a small plastic bag in his hand, lifted it up and shook it.

Inside the small plastic bag was a white powdery substance.

The man smiled maliciously, "Do you know what this is? Poison pin..."

"If you can't do it, then we will call the police. When the time comes, this will be found on you..."

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