From the time travel, I became extraordinary

Although the information obtained from Zhu Mingxu was not detailed, Jiang Yao already knew what he needed to know.

The man waiting outside the ward, Xiao Li who claimed to be from the General Office of the Central Committee, wanted to help, but Jiang Yao did not want to trouble them.

After politely declining his offer, he went straight to the airport.

During this period, he only made a phone call to Yuan Bing and Yuan Wenjin.

After all, these two people are his relatives, and when he rushed to Kyoto, they followed him around and ran around.

Now that I'm leaving, informing them is the most basic form of social interaction.

Because he didn't want his whereabouts to be noticed by those interested, he used all kinds of tricks to confuse people when taking the plane and didn't even buy the plane ticket.

The flight lasted nearly ten hours, but because of the time difference, when Jiang Yao arrived in the foggy city, it was still around six or seven in the evening and night had not yet fallen.

Standing at the airport exit, he looked left and right.

His younger brother Zeng Lin was trapped in this British Empire and his whereabouts are still unknown, and no one knows whether he is alive or dead.

Under such circumstances, the only way for him to have a higher chance of survival is to find this kid as soon as possible.

Knowing that he had no time to waste, Jiang Yao took the opportunity to rush to the Fog City without saying a word.

At that time, he didn't think too much about it, but now, there is a big problem in front of him.

When he was in school, he was a poor student, especially in foreign languages, where his performance was terrible.

He can only say a few simple sentences like hello in the language here, and there are still big problems if he wants to communicate normally with others.

At the exit, he greeted several passers-by with "hello", but unfortunately, the people here were not enthusiastic at all.

Those guys acted as if they didn't hear his greeting. They either ignored him or started talking a lot of gibberish as soon as they came over. Jiang Yao didn't understand the other things, but he understood the meaning of "fuck you".

In other words, considering that this was a public place with people coming and going, and knowing that others were scolding him, he gritted his teeth and finally endured it.

Although there is translation software available on the mobile phone, Jiang Yao did not consider this issue and did not download it.

Now that he has arrived in the foggy city, his cell phone has no signal, and it is too late for him to download.

"Mandarin is the greatest language in the world. It can be used even in foreign countries."

"This empire on which the sun never sets is so closed-minded and immersed in the glory of the past. It doesn't know how to keep up with the times and promote Mandarin. No wonder it is declining."

"Forget it. There will always be a way out when you get to the mountain. I am a living person. How can I die from holding my pee?"

After trying to communicate with people several times but always to no avail, Jiang Yao looked unhappy and started cursing in his heart.

After hesitating for a while, he took a big step and walked directly towards the street ahead.

There is naturally no shortage of taxi drivers on the streets near the airport. Whenever there are passengers coming out of the airport, taxi drivers will come up and solicit business.

Jiang Yao was dressed in a very impressive security uniform, but he was unarmed and had no luggage at all. Perhaps because he did not look like a tourist at all, there were not many taxi drivers who came towards him.

Jiang Yao ignored the language barriers between the white and black people. He glanced around and saw a taxi driver with yellow skin and black eyes a few dozen meters away. He was delighted and walked straight up to him.

"Dude, do you want to take a taxi?" Seeing Jiang Yao approaching him and looking at the uniform he was wearing, the taxi driver couldn't help laughing out loud.

Although he spoke a few words in English, he should have recognized the meaning of the uniform, which is why he reacted like that.

Seeing that Jiang Yao didn't seem to understand what he just said, he tentatively added in Mandarin: "You're from China? Don't understand English?"

"Yes!" Jiang Yao nodded and asked, "Are you from my country too? Do you know Misan Town? I'll take your car when I go there!"

After saying a few words, he opened the passenger door and walked in.

"Missa Town? Where is this? Is there such a place near the Fog City?" With a puzzled look on his face, the driver got into the car and sat in the driving seat. He turned his head and looked at Jiang Yao beside him for confirmation.

"In the foggy city, about one or two hundred kilometers southwest, Mass Town is right there!"

"If you can't find the location, don't worry, just drive in my direction."

"Whether you find a place or not, don't worry, you will definitely get paid."

"Also, find a place where you can withdraw money using UnionPay cards, and stop there first."

"I don't have any currency that can be used here. I have to withdraw some money before I can pay your fare!" Jiang Yao fastened his seat belt and gave the order directly.

It was not easy to find a fellow countryman with whom he could communicate smoothly. Now that he was on the car, he definitely didn't want to get off.

As for whether the taxi driver was willing to take him to that Misan Town, it was not even within his consideration.

After all, as long as the money is in place, no matter how reluctant people are, they will quickly become happy to serve you.

"One or two hundred kilometers southwest of Fog City? The range is a bit large, and the distance is a bit far!"

"If those white people and black people were going there, I definitely wouldn't give them a ride."

"Brother, you are from the same hometown as me!"

"Since you said so, fine, I'll take your order!" After hesitating for a moment, the taxi driver looked Jiang Yao up and down again.

His eyes flickered, and he tilted his head to think for a while, then he grinned and agreed.

While he was talking, his hands were not idle.

The car had already started. He stepped on the accelerator, held the steering wheel, and sped forward with Jiang Yao.

"Brother, what's your last name? Which province are you from?"

"After immigrating here, I have been driving a taxi in the foggy city for almost ten years. I have seen many domestic tourists, some of whom do not speak foreign languages, but they all come with tour groups."

"This is the first time I've seen someone like you, wearing a security uniform, not knowing foreign languages, and traveling alone."

"Work? Or visiting relatives? If you really want to come to the Fog City for these two reasons, someone should pick you up at the airport."

"Tourist? You don't look like one to me."

……

As a taxi driver, he is generally talkative, and the man in front of him is the same.

It would take quite a while to drive Jiang Yao to the foggy city a hundred or two hundred kilometers away. If we didn't find some topics to talk about, the atmosphere in the car would definitely be very dull.

"My surname is Jiang, and I'm from southern Hunan."

"Something happened to a family member here, so I came to check it out."

"This is my first time going abroad. When I got off the plane, I was completely in the dark and couldn't find my way around." "Luckily, I met you, Master. Otherwise, it would have taken me a long time to find someone I could communicate with smoothly."

"By the way, what's your name?"

There is a huge time difference between Kyoto and the foggy city. After sitting on the plane for such a long time, even Jiang Yao was not in a good condition and felt a little tired.

Jiang Yao squinted his eyes and leaned lazily on the passenger seat. He responded casually.

"No need to bother, my last name is Wu, and my ancestral home is in western Jiangxi."

"When fellow villagers meet, their eyes are filled with tears. It's rare to meet a fellow villager in a foreign country, so we will definitely help him as much as we can."

"Besides, Xiao Jiang, you're not not paying me, and I'm not helping you for free."

"By the way, there's a bank just ahead. You can use your UnionPay card to withdraw money directly from the ATM at the door. Do you want to stop there?"

……

The taxi driver was very enthusiastic. As he was talking, he suddenly opened his mouth and asked.

Jiang Yao, who had been squinting his eyes since getting on the car, now opened his eyes.

He glanced around through the car window. Although he didn't see the ATM the driver mentioned, he nodded and said, "In terms of age, you should be around 40, so I'll call you Old Wu."

"When you get to the place you said, just stop the car."

"If you're worried that I'll run away without paying you, you can come with me when I go to withdraw the money!"

……

There was no other meaning behind his words, he just wanted to make the taxi driver, Old Wu, feel more at ease.

After all, from the casual conversation just now, Old Wu mentioned that in all these years of driving a taxi, he has encountered many passengers who made various excuses and ran away without paying.

Especially when riding with black people, the chance of encountering such a thing is the highest. There are also some excessive guys who will not only not pay the fare, but will also take out a knife and rob you directly.

According to him, if a black person took his car to the wilderness, he would rather not make the money and would certainly not take such business.

"We're from the same hometown, how can I not trust you, Xiao Jiang!"

"You take the money. I want to go and watch. It's too formal."

"It's here. Do you see the bank sign next to it? Park the car and come back quickly. I'll just wait for you on the side of the road." Old Wu grinned and laughed.

Coincidentally, the bank on the roadside was HSBC.

Jiang Yao's bank account in Hong Kong was originally in this bank. He recognized the conspicuous logo at a glance.

Considering that the sun never sets on the British Empire, his mobile phone cannot be used for payment, and his daily expenses are basically paid in cash. Although it is convenient to withdraw money from an ATM, there are some restrictions on the amount.

Jiang Yao, who originally just wanted to withdraw some small amount of money, hesitated for a moment after getting off the taxi and walked directly into the bank's business hall.

Although he said that he was confident in Jiang Yao, Old Wu was just being polite. He followed Jiang Yao closely and walked into the business hall.

Three or four steps away, when he saw Jiang Yao take out a black card and say he wanted to withdraw money, and the bank attached great importance to it and specially arranged an employee who knew Chinese to contact him, Old Wu's eyes widened, and there was a hint of obvious greed on his face.

Without continuing to stare at Jiang Yao, he walked out of the bank again, returned to his taxi and began to wait.

More than ten minutes later, Jiang Yao finally walked out of the bank's business hall.

"Old Wu, how much can you earn in a day driving a taxi here?" Sitting back in the passenger seat, he asked with a smile.

"In our business, sometimes we make a lot, sometimes we make a little, and our income is not fixed."

"Generally speaking, I can earn about 4,000 to 5,000 pounds in a month, which is less than 200 per day on average."

"Although this number is not much, if converted into domestic currency, it is tens of thousands a month, which is enough to support our family's superior life here."

……

After hesitating for a while, Old Wu responded.

The numbers he mentioned must be exaggerated.

After all, people who were able to immigrate to the British Empire through normal channels generally had been doing quite well in their own country.

He gave up everything in the past and immigrated here to breathe the free air. Even if he had to wash dishes to make a living, when facing his fellow countrymen, he would still stubbornly say that his life is very good now.

"A daily income of less than two hundred? I get it!" Jiang Yao smiled and nodded.

Picking up a bag from the bank, he took out a stack of banknotes, counted out ten from it, and handed them to Old Wu: "This is five hundred pounds. It should be enough to rent your car for a day!"

This kind of banknote has the portrait of Queen Elizabeth II of the British Empire printed on it, but the face value of the banknote is only fifty.

Compared with the Hong Kong dollar, which has a maximum denomination of one thousand, for a currency like the British pound, fifty is already the largest denomination in circulation on the market.

"Five hundred for a day's rental car, that's enough, definitely enough!" Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Old Wu took the money Jiang Yao handed over with the other hand.

Looking at the tempting pattern on it, he licked his lips, and a hint of obvious greed flashed in his eyes.

During the rest of the journey, Old Wu, who was very talkative before, spoke much less.

Soon, the car drove out of the foggy city. On both sides of the road, there was only endless wilderness and it was difficult to see any buildings.

"Boom boom boom boom..." Amid the roar of the engines, four or five heavy motorcycles at top speed came speeding along.

After Jiang Yao and Lao Wu's car passed by, the motorcycles actually moved across the middle of the road, blocking their way.

"What's going on?" Jiang Yao, who had been squinting for a while, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Old Wu next to him.

"It's a gang of speedsters!" Lao Wang stepped on the brakes and slowed down the car until it came to a complete stop.

Turning around, he explained to Jiang Yao: "These guys are guilty of extortion, murder and arson. They are almost evil."

"On weekdays, when I'm driving my car, I often run into them."

"But these people won't kill people indiscriminately. They are just trying to make money when they stop us. As long as we don't anger them, generally speaking, they won't do anything to us!"

"Xiao Jiang, you don't speak English, so just stay in the car. I'll go down and communicate with them, and try to get them to let us pass at the lowest cost!"

After saying a few words, Old Wu was ready to open the car door and get out.

However, his palm had just fallen on the car door handle, and he had been looking at the white palm that had already pressed down his hand.

"Who cares if they are the motorcycle gang or some other gang, if they want to blackmail you, just run them over!" Before Old Wu could react, Jiang Yao's eerie voice had already entered his ears again. (End of this chapter)