Chapter 218 Petty Grant

Rector receives tens of millions of tourists every year. The information of the five people in Tang Fang is complete and correct, and the purpose of coming here is reasonable. No one will be so stupid as to doubt their identities. While waiting for the flight, several airport staff also took the initiative to introduce some scenic spots and delicious snacks to the five people.

After a while, the five people boarded an orbital flight bound for the inland of Rector, left Sirbes Starport, and quickly headed for the largest coastal city in Rector—the air terminal on the outskirts of Orovia .

Orovia is the largest city in Rector and also home to the famous leisure resort, the Costa d'Or.

20 minutes later, the flight landed in Hong Kong, and Tang Fang's five people walked out from the air terminal and boarded a taxi.

The driver thought that the five of them were like many other tourists, and the first thing they did after getting off the plane was to rush to the hotel they had booked in Orovia, but Tang Fang reported directly to another location, "Caronesburg". "

"Caronesburg?" The driver froze for a moment, then turned to look at Tang Fang: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Caronesburg, let's go." Tang Fang's tone was full of sighs, and a flash of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

After getting an affirmative answer, the driver stopped talking, turned the car around, and drove to a nearby maglev track node. Switch the running state of the tram to the maglev mode, and the four wheels of the taxi are put away, the speed changes from slow to fast, and finally flies northward at a speed of more than 200km per hour.

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Fort Karones is located in the northeast of Orova, with a distance of more than 1,200 kilometers between the two. After driving on the maglev track for about 5 hours, the taxi turned left and entered a road.

After walking for a while, rows of tall buildings appeared at the end of the line of sight. It was dusk, and Megal's light shone on the scale-like glass outer wall of the building, scattering soft halos one after another.

Tang Fang watched the scene of flying backwards outside the window and remained silent. The memories and feelings belonging to Tang Yan brewed an old song with mixed flavors in his heart. 6 years, a full 6 years. I am used to the darkness and depth of the starry sky, and I am used to bloodshed and sacrifice. War is like a vortex leading to hell, and everyone is struggling in it. They swam out with all their strength, but most of them only got one or two insignificant splashes, which became the only embellishment of that desperate scene.

The road signs on both sides of the road are already mottled, and the huge billboards are constantly displaying advertisements for new products. The Milky Way Demon Fairy fluttered her waist, showing off her exquisite curves, slender legs, and of course, the two heavy round hemispheres on her chest.

There are some changes in the city,

But not big. It is just to renovate the building and expand the urban area. After all, Karonesberg is only a medium-sized city, not close to the sea, and there are no scenic spots, and it can maintain the resident population without decreasing. Already commendable.

What is Tang Yun doing now? Sitting in the classroom and distracted? Or look at the boy you like and smile?

Tang Fang showed a knowing smile. The little girl who always secretly dumped the carrots in the bowl into the trash can while she was not paying attention every time she ate had grown into a grown girl. Although it has only been two and a half months since the last communication, it seems that a lifetime has passed...

"Hey." When he was distracted, the taxi was parked under an old apartment building in the city, and the driver glanced at the meter: "3855myd."

"3855?" Tang Fang didn't speak yet. Grant standing next to him suddenly straightened up, with an expression on his face like a rabbit that had been robbed of a carrot: "What? 3855? You're stealing money!"

The driver scanned the five of them, pointed to the reading on the meter and said: "1285 kilometers, 3myd per kilometer, fair trade, no deception."

"No deception?" Grant snorted coldly: "The distance from Olovia to Caronesburg. 99% of the mileage is on the magnetic levitation track, and at most it consumes some electricity. 3855? You don't even It’s asking a lot.”

The monthly salary of the general wage earners in the empire is only this figure, and the driver is clearly talking like a lion.

Tang Fang frowned, unwilling to get entangled in this kind of matter, and was about to tell Claire to pay the bill. Then Grant stopped him: "385."

"What?" The driver's eyes widened. "385? You're kidding me."

"Not happy? Then take us to the arbitration institution, I believe they will make a fair judgment." Grant folded his arms and sat back on the seat, with a leisurely expression that you can figure out: "Tang Fang, If you are a local, tell him where the arbitration agency is, I want to see what our driver who doesn't even use a meter will say."

The driver's face was ashen, because the economic situation of each noble territory is different, and the pricing standards of the service industry are also different. In Rector, it has become an unspoken industry rule for businessmen to slaughter tourists from other places. The tourists from other places are alone and alone.

However, he never expected that this seemingly heroic and upright guy in front of him turned out to be a cheapskate, 385? To send beggars.

At this time, Grant looked out the window again, and said casually: "Well, it's getting dark, and the arbitration institution is about to close. If it drags on, it will have to wait until tomorrow."

The driver's face changed several times in a row, and finally he gritted his teeth: "3000!" He didn't think the guys behind would pay for his food, accommodation, and parking, not to mention that it would delay tomorrow's business, and his wife would pay for it at night. will worry.

Also, God knows who these guys are, especially the guy with the thick face and arms thicker than his thighs. Karonesberg is not like Olovia, it's not very peaceful at night here.

Grant didn't even look at him: "500."

"2000! 2000 head office, right?"

"500."

The driver was anxious: "1500, this is the price of conscience."

"500." Grant's tone was still neither salty nor weak.

The poor driver was about to cry, his face wrinkled into bitter cauliflower: "1200, 1200."

Grant narrowed his eyes and looked at him for a while, then took out a note from his pocket: "1000, take it if you want, don't, see you at the gate of the arbitration office early tomorrow morning."

The driver took the banknote tremblingly. At this moment, he was full of grievances. He thought that he would get a good job and get it back, but he didn't expect these guys to be rich. It's so stingy. From Olovia to Caronesburg, 1000myd can only be regarded as the public price, which is too shrewd for the boy who bargained with himself.

"Bang, bang, bang." There was a sound of closing the door from behind, and the driver saw five people get off the car through the rearview mirror, without saying a word, turned the steering wheel, stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi made a "woo" and fled. It also seems to disappear at the corner of the street.

"Grant, are you a man? Why mother-in-law." Howson yelled as soon as he got out of the car.

"You know what." Grant glared at him hard: "That guy clearly took us for a fool, and giving him 1,000 is considered cheap. If you were not in a hurry, I would kill him to 500 and teach him a lesson. .”

"What a bitch." Howson disagreed. Unexpectedly, Aros snorted coldly behind him: "Otherwise it's the same as you? After spending so much money in the boxing world, in the end there is no money left to buy a pair of socks."

"Bah! If it wasn't for...if the empire hadn't frozen my account...a pair of socks would still be affordable."

These words made Claire smile for a while. In a sense, Howson 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. What is even more commendable is that he is serious and meticulous in his work, and he is very competent as a deputy captain.

Now it seems that this guy has another "advantage", he is stingy, and he is an out-and-out miser. I have obtained a large amount of valuable research materials from Crotan's "Galaxy Armament Research and Development Center" and "Someron", and I will definitely sell them on the black market in the future. In terms of bargaining, Grant is a suitable negotiator.

After staying downstairs in the apartment for a while, Tang Fang brought a few people to the 6th floor. The lights in the corridor had already been turned on, reflecting a layer of frost on the floor.

"Pa-ta, pa-ta..." The footsteps of the five people resounded through the corridor.

When I was young, I came to a room with the number plate "607". Tang Fang slowly raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.

After not hearing a response for a long time, he frowned, raised his hand and knocked again, but there was still no answer.

"Tang Yun, Tang Yun..." This time, he called out Tang Yun's name directly.

10 seconds, 15 seconds, 20 seconds... The room was silent.

It was already evening, and Tang Yun should have gone home long ago. Could it be that she spent the night with her classmates today? Or they are participating in club activities and will not be able to come back until later.

Just when he was silent, hesitating whether to go to school to find her, the door of the next room opened, and a middle-aged man with a shirtless waist, a towel around his waist, and a beard around his face poked his head out , Before he could see who it was, he opened his mouth and scolded: "What's the noise, what's your soul?"

Aros frowned and looked up at him: "Is the owner of this room?"

"Dead!" The bearded man replied impatiently.

died? Tang Yun is dead? Tang Fang's pupils shrank, and his face was clouded for a moment.

Howson rushed over with a stride, pulled out his beard, pinched his neck with his right hand, and pressed it against the wall with a "bang": "Say it again!"

The bearded man kicked in the air with both feet, and grabbed Howson's wrist with both hands and struggled vigorously. However, no matter how he struggled, those rough hands were like a pair of iron clamps, tightly wrapped around his throat.

"Hausen, let him go." At this moment, Tang Fang came over with a cold face, looked at the bearded man and said, "Old Tosh, do you still recognize me?"