Chapter 200 Lost Bet, Part-Time Tour Guide

From the 17th district to the northeast, the 18th district and the 19th district along the way are quite unsafe.

In the ninety-three provinces in the periphery, to use the words of Elena, there is hell, not France.

Luke pondered in his mind that he could go to see the Eighteenth District today, but he only went to the Ninety-Three Province last night to do something, so he is not in a hurry for the time being.

Moreover, compared to the artist girl in front of him, he has a more suitable informant - Daniel.

The taxi driver, who was obviously not very law-abiding, had no idea what was going on in Paris, and in a few days he would disappear into the world even with his car.

After making up his mind, Luke relaxed and chatted with Elena in front of him.

After chatting until noon, Luke said that he was going to go to rest, and gave the rent by the way.

Elena still followed Luke, saying that she wanted to call her father for help.

As a result... no one.

Irina said sorry, but Luke saw that this girl had expected it, and immediately understood that she was following upstairs on purpose.

However, he had to do a little preparation work. Obviously, he couldn't mess with this girl anymore. He could only smile and say that he would rest for a while, and then closed the door.

With his keen sense of smell, he could clearly feel that Elena stood at the door for at least a minute, and his keen ear could hear her faint cheers.

Unfortunately, the cheers were in French, which he did not understand.

Luke just smiled and shook his head, sat on the bed, opened his backpack, and took out the modified notebook,

Start looking at it above.

There is a map of Paris that was obtained in advance, as well as various materials.

He repeatedly inquired about various information on it, such as the distance between him and the 18th district, and the distance to the 93rd province, the traffic conditions in various places, the construction of the store, and the population of residents.

In such a world-class big city, his effect is not so good, but the preparatory work can be done, but a little bit needs to be done.

Unfortunately, when Tony Stark's technology has not yet reached the level of making mature artificial intelligence, Luke certainly can't do it.

Luke doubted that even if he learned all of Tony Stark's abilities, he probably wouldn't be able to come up with Jarvis' existence.

In Tony Stark's current ability, there is no way to create Jarvis, and Jarvis' appearance seems to be an accident.

So, he doesn't have much hope for it.

After more than an hour, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

Luke raised his head and saw that Elena's face was full of smiles on the floating glass with no curtains drawn.

He couldn't help laughing: This Elena, why is she a little childish? What does it mean to run to the window and watch after knocking on the door?

He stuffed the notebook into his bag and went over to open the door: "Eileen, what's the matter?"

Elena: "My dad is back, he wants to see you."

Luke didn't know whether to laugh or cry: This is like a son-in-law who comes to the door, and he just rents a house.

Then, he passed Elena, who was only 1.6 meters in front of him, and looked at the old man in his fifties a few meters away: "This is your father? What should I call him?"

Elena: "Well, just call him Pierre."

Luke nodded, went out and stretched out his hand to the old man: "Pierre, nice to meet you."

Pierre did not respond immediately, but looked him up and down, and finally nodded: "Well, not bad boy." Then he gave him a hug.

Luke is a little confused: Are we so familiar? Or are the French so enthusiastic?

Pierre's English was obviously average, and after that, he said a few words quickly, which was translated by Irina, probably to welcome him to stay temporarily, but remind him to come back early in the evening, preferably before six o'clock.

Luke nodded with a smile: "I'll pay attention. If I don't come back, I'll tell you before I go out."

Elena wondered: "Don't come back?"

Luke smiled and said, "I came with the teacher, and sometimes I need to study with her."

Elena was curious in her heart, but she didn't want to ask too much. Everyone wasn't familiar with that level, so she could only nod her head to show her understanding.

In fact, Luke was about to go out.

After handing over the rent to the old Mr. Pierre, Luke went out with his bag on his back, leaving Elena on the side with a disappointed look on her face. She also wanted to chat with the boy for a while in the afternoon.

Luke said goodbye to the two with a smile, and then turned to the street.

After getting on the bus and walking for a few stops, I bought a cheap and practical Nokia brick at the storefront of the three major French basic operators in Buyige. By the way, I bought several prepaid mobile phone cards, and then went out to make calls.

More than 20 minutes later, Daniel appeared, still looking like a little ruffian, but with a bright smile on his face: "rich man, I'm so happy to see you again."

Luke smiled and got into the car: "Yes, because you won that bet." Then, he threw a thousand euros over.

Daniel smiled and put it into his arms: "Where are you going to play today? The rich man."

Luke: "Take me to the eighteenth district, don't be too fast, and talk to me by the way."

Daniel tangled: "But, I'm the driver, the tour guide project is not professional."

Luke immediately threw another 1,000 euros: "Five hundred for the taxi, five hundred for the consultation, and the fare is calculated separately."

Daniel: "...I suddenly realized that I am still very familiar with the situation in Paris. Rich man, what do you want to know?"

Luke: "The eighteenth district, the red light district, and those dangerous gangs."

Daniel glanced at him in the rear-view mirror: "hoho, do you want to go play? I can recommend a safe one for you. Well, but remember to wear safety measures. The safety I said is only life and property, not the body. Healthy, remember last time a guy missed this advice and he had to go to the doctor..."

Luke interrupted the chattering taxi driver: "No, I want something from the whole to the details, and it's my freedom to go anywhere. Daniel, for more consulting fees, please be professional!"

Daniel shrugged: "Okay, what do you want to hear?"

In more than two hours, Daniel drove around several places in the 18th district at a relatively normal speed, and then put him somewhere.

Luke threw another thousand euros to Daniel: "The more is the consultation fee. When I need your car, don't drop the chain."

Daniel smiled and picked up the banknotes and kissed them: "For your generosity, I am happy to serve you."

In just two hours, he received 3,000 euros.

This guy is different from ordinary taxi drivers, his taxi is a black car.

That's right, this guy's driver's license is forged, and he doesn't even have a driver's license. His name has long been on the blacklist of the DMV, and he won't be given any license.

But he has good driving skills, a flexible mind, and can change the license plate. The police can't find him at all. His person and car do not exist in the database of the Paris police.

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