rpbooks Chapter 813 Welcome to Manchester
Chapter 813 Welcome to Manchester
Chapter 813 Welcome to Manchester
Officer Poulter patted Hillat on the shoulder, turned and walked away, and got into his police car.
Hilrat grinned. He had actually seen the guy waiting for a taxi a long time ago, but he pretended not to see him. He still wanted to stay in the car for a while, and he didn't intend to go there. But seeing Porter staring at him not far away, he could only mutter "unlucky", then stepped on the accelerator and drove the car over.
"Hello, what can I do for you? I am Hillat from the xxx taxi company. My professionalism is unquestionable. I can take you wherever you want."
Since the entire British taxi industry has been standardized, Hilrat is really powerless to complain about the rhetoric that has to be expressed in front of passengers. He looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a tracksuit and wearing large sunglasses. The young man with a baseball cap buttoned on his head looked at the slightly gloomy sky without the sun overhead, and wondered if the guy in front of him was out of his mind.
Dressed up so perfectly, damn it, you thought you were playing 007?Or a sports version of 007?Wake up man, 007 is out of fashion in Britain these days, stop daydreaming!
Hilrath lazily said a lot of "etiquette rhetoric", in fact, he wanted to say this-"Hey, skinny kid, what are you looking around? Don't look, get in the car quickly, Tell me where you're going, get there, pay, and fuck off!"
But that damn bastard of Porter stared at him like a follower, which made him feel that his grand plan had failed, so he leaned his body on the back cushion of the seat, stretched his right hand out of the window, There are dense tattoos on his arms, and his eyes are staring straight at the passengers in front of him.
He was expressing his dissatisfaction with Porter in this way, and at the same time, he also wanted to play tricks on the other party - he just liked to see the embarrassment of others being embarrassed in front of him.
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Fan Bizhuang walked out of Manchester International Airport with a large travel bag on his back.
He has been to the UK many times, and he is no stranger to Manchester, but this time the arrival is completely different from the past. He used to come to this city as an opponent of Manchester United, but now, he is about to Becoming a member of this city, in the near future, he will conquer everything here.
"...Oh? Something is stuck, you can't pick me up at the airport? It's okay, I can come back by car..."
"What? Let the staff of the Manchester United Club come to pick me up? Forget it, Mr. Contrares, I have already walked out of the airport. I don't want to board here for half a day like a fool. Don't worry, I have an address. I will tell the taxi driver to take me safely to my destination...Are you worried that I will get lost? Or will I encounter a highwayman?...If it is the latter, ha, that would be great, You know, I haven't moved my body for a long time, and I kind of miss the days at Tongs Bar..."
"...Okay, let's do this for now, I will take the car directly to the house you rented for me, and then quietly wait for you to come back after finishing your work..."
While walking, Fan Bizhuang was talking with the manager on the other end of the phone. After hanging up, he put the phone back in his pocket, and walked to the special waiting platform, waiting for the taxi to come.
The waiting platform was separated from the airport exit by an entire street. Fan Bizhuang was a little unlucky. When he was standing on the other side of the street, there were still many taxis waiting in line to pick up passengers. When he got to the platform, there was only There is only one taxi left.
However, seeing the two elderly people who were also waiting for the bus, Fan Bizhuang couldn't do such a thing as "punching Beihai Kindergarten and kicking Nanshan Nursing Home", so he took the initiative to open the car door for the two elderly people.
"You're a kind gentleman, lad."
In the sound of thanks, the taxi drove away, and Fan Bizhuang could only continue to wait on the platform with a wry smile.
But after waiting for about 10 minutes, there was no more taxi coming, and Fan Bizhuang was so depressed that he wanted to shout "I'm unlucky".
In fact, Fan Bizhuang had long seen a taxi parked in a corner not far from the platform, but he waited and waited, but the taxi couldn’t come over. A police officer seemed to be talking to the driver about something. There is a smile on the face from time to time.
"Are all public officials in the UK like this? Patrol time has become bragging time. If I were the mayor, I might tell them all to leave!"
Fan Bizhuang thought bitterly, and seemed to see someone looking over from the driver's seat. Fan Bizhuang hurriedly waved his hand, which made him even more depressed. The driver turned his eyes away and continued to chat and spank.
"It's really... a brand new country, a brand new feeling!"
Fan Bizhuang shook his head helplessly and sighed, just when he had given up thinking about this "didn't do business" taxi, he didn't think about it, but the taxi suddenly started, and then wobbled to him .
A weak voice sounded, Fan Bizhuang did not feel the slightest "enthusiasm", his words were full of perfunctory, Fan Bizhuang frowned, and then saw a huge bald head protruding from the window of the driver's seat .
The facial features of this taxi driver are not bad, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a high nose bridge, but when put together, there is an indescribable weirdness, a bit "sinister", and it is matched with The trembling flesh on his face made Fan Bizhuang immediately think of a person—the bald Nadou of Tongs Bar.
This is just like the image of a street gangster, the kind that is very sloppy and fleshy.
Sure enough, an arm full of tattoos stretched out, densely packed, with all kinds of animals. Fan Bizhuang only recognized lizards, eagles, and scorpions... This made Fan Bizhuang laugh dumbfounded—well, this A taxi driver is not only a gangster, but also a postmodernist painter. Otherwise, how could the tattoo on his arm have such a distinctive personality?It's a hodgepodge!
Fan Bizhuang has seen this kind of flamboyant "hooligan" a lot in Tongs Bar. He didn't show the slightest fear in the provocative eyes of the other party, but frowned slightly. Trouble, although he was joking with Molina on the phone, in fact, he didn't want to cause any trouble as soon as he came to the UK-Fan Bizhuang is not a person who likes to make trouble, but look The other person's appearance and demeanor are obviously not good. He doesn't want to beat him up in the car, and then ask Molina to come to the police station to collect him.
"Forget it, wait a little longer, let's get in the next car."
Fan Bizhuang thought so, but did not answer, and turned his gaze to the distance, as if to see if there were any taxis coming from behind.
"hey-hey."
Hilrat grinned and laughed, of course he knew what the young man in sunglasses was thinking, so he continued to lean on the car seat indifferently.
"I said buddy, don't look, you are not a local, and you rarely come to Manchester? Ha, I don't mean anything else, I just want to tell you that we have rules here. The cars in front don't leave, and the cars in the back Taxis don’t know how to carry passengers.” Hilrat whistled and said proudly, “Besides, who in this area doesn’t know me, the car god Hilrat, if I don’t leave, who would dare to rob me? guests? Unless he doesn’t want to stay in Manchester any longer.”
Fan Bizhuang raised his eyebrows, pretending he didn't hear, and continued to look back.
This time he was lucky, there was more than one taxi driving over from a distance, two cars galloped over one after the other, and stopped in front of this self-proclaimed "Car God Hierrat" behind the car.
Fan Bizhuang raised his head and glanced at the bald driver in front of him, and then walked towards the vehicle behind in the other's eyes of "please go ahead".
"Sorry, I can't accept your request. You have to abide by the regulations and take the front car."
This is the answer given to him by the driver of the second car.
Fan Bizhuang walked towards the last taxi in disbelief. This time it was even more exaggerated. The fat driver sitting in the driver's seat didn't even say a word, just waved his hand and rolled up the window.
"MD!"
Fan Bizhuang yelled and cursed in a low voice, and he didn't know whether he was cursing Hierrat, the two taxis behind, or the city's inexplicable "travel regulations", but no matter what, he No matter how dissatisfied, he could only lift his feet and return to the front of the first car.
"Yo, you're back? Looking at you, you're very depressed. It's okay, it's okay, don't take it to heart. Ha, I like to see your sad faces. You must keep it up..."
Corrat laughed loudly, he had already lit a cigarette, his brows were full of gloating complacency.
Fan Bizhuang only felt that his teeth were clenching "giggle~", but he resisted the attack and put down the large backpack on his back, "Open the trunk, I want to put things in."
Fan Bizhuang had already "admitted his fate", lamenting his bad luck, but after waiting for half a minute, the trunk did not open, thinking that the other party hadn't heard, Fan Bizhuang had no choice but to speak again.
"Please open the trunk, I want to put something."
This time, the bald driver finally reacted.
"Ooooh, I heard it! I heard it! Mr. Passenger, please don't keep repeating, ha, I'm looking for the button in the trunk. Damn, where is the button? It used to be here?"
"I'm so sorry, I can't find the button. Oops, my stomach hurts... Sir, please wait a little longer, I guess in another hour or two, my stomach will stop hurting, and then we can go gone?"
"Ha, don't look at me with that look, I really have a stomachache... Well, my stomach doesn't hurt anymore, but what's wrong with my right foot? Yay, did I suddenly get sick? So what is ALS? I don’t think I can step on the gas pedal... Well, if you are willing to wait a little longer, Mr. Passenger, maybe this disease will be cured..."
Hilrat yelled exaggeratedly, feeling uncomfortable here for a while, and something went wrong there again, smiling like a hob, and from time to time he took a puff on the cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, how could Fan Bizhuang not Clearly, this guy is deliberately finding fault.
Fan Bizhuang had the urge to step forward and punch that hateful cheek fiercely. He clenched his fist tightly and was about to take action when a figure approached him faster than him. The nasty taxi driver.
(End of this chapter)