It took a certain amount of time for Red Sister to contact each other through the middleman.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the afternoon that the tall and thin man brought seven or eight people to Feng Jun's location.

At this meeting, the two sides still didn't say much. As for where the goods in the car went, no one would ask out loud.

Before the man left, he bowed to Feng Jun, beckoning him. After all, these four cars were worth millions of baht.

The three of Feng Jun were also relaxed, so they discussed it and went to the store.

Good Scenery discovered Feng Jun ’s blue storage bag this time. She looked at it curiously and found that the space was surprisingly large. She continued to buy and buy with confidence. She also persuaded Hongjie to continue, "Do n’t worry, that storage The bag is really big. "

As for the fact that Teacher Mei can use storage bags, Zhang Weihong has also accepted it-since she can deposit and withdraw materials from Maoshan ’s ancestral brand, it is impossible for them to hide them.

Zhang Caixin once asked this matter unconvincingly, but Feng Jun's explanation made her say nothing-"You have your qualifications, others have the qualifications of others, and each has a chance to envy."

Xiaocaixin is now stubbornly cultivating, and it is estimated that there are also factors in this regard-she does learn the qualifications of Bremen Teachers, but can she step up cultivation? As long as she can advance the gas refining period, she can still use the storage bag.

In short, the capacity of Feng Jun's large storage bag was peeped by the good scenery. Of course, she and Hongjie chose to continue to spend money.

After some purchases, it was eight o'clock in the evening, and the three stopped a taxi at the entrance of the shop.

Taxi in Bangkok has a meter, but when it comes to foreigners or even foreigners, they generally do n’t read the meter, but directly report the number. This situation is not very in line with the positioning of the Siamese capital, but the driver also makes sense- -There is a possibility of traffic jams.

Traffic jams in Bangkok can be counted all over the world, and taxi drivers are offered at 400 baht.

The price is slightly higher, and the three of them have not taken a taxi in Bangkok, but there are people in the same group who have good tourist scenery, and she clearly pointed out this point, "I checked, similar distance, bargaining It should be around three hundred baht. "

Feng Jun thinks that the more expensive it is, the more it is replaced by Huaxia coins, but it is only 20 yuan difference.

But Red Sister refused to agree. Since she was suspected of "pulling down the quality of the Chinese people", she has always wanted to do something to prove herself, so she said, "Not accustomed to this problem, can not make them feel that Chinese tourists are stupid."

Well, you are right, Feng Jun is speechless, so he communicates with the other party again-of the three, his English is the best.

But the driver refused to make a price, saying that it was the evening peak, and three hundred baht was too little. I would not take the order.

Feng Jun was also a little annoyed to see the other party look like "You love to sit or not sit".

But there is no way, there are no empty taxis around, not even empty motorcycles.

This rental car can stay here all the time, it is estimated that it is also related to the high asking price of this person-after all, it is all a shopping mall, and mainly for foreigners, there must be those who are not bad money tourists.

Then, with a word, Good Scenery persuaded Hongjie to get in the car, "We can't let them feel that Chinese tourists are very poor?"

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

As for saying that there is no license or something, this is not a big problem. The traffic jam in Bangkok caused the speeding party to run rampant. They ran rampant in the rolling traffic, which can be said to be drilled at the crack, and retrograde, red lights, etc. are everywhere.

In short, as far as the traffic situation on the road is concerned, it is very similar to China's countryside, an oversized village with traffic jams.

Feng Jun doesn't ride a motorcycle, mainly because ... his car skills are estimated to be inferior to those of motorcycle riders. Those people are really driving motorcycles with ropes.

Without further ado, shortly after getting on the bus, it really started to block up, and then walked for a while. The good scenery spoke softly in the back seat of the car, "It seems that the direction is wrong, you should turn left."

After getting on the bus, she took a map and looked at it. The tourism expert really accumulated a lot of experience in this respect.

Feng Jun translated the words in the past. The driver glanced at him and mumbled in his mouth. The intention was to say that there was a traffic jam in front of me, so I had to make a detour. Anyway, it was 400 baht.

Feng Jun thinks it's the same reason. It's good to set the price. It doesn't matter what the other party wants to do.

However, he still underestimated the ethics of the Siamese, and the taxi turned around and turned into a small alley and drove directly to a courtyard.

The car stopped, and the courtyard door behind was closed, and seven or eight men poured out. Two people still had guns in their hands—yes, the country of Siam couldn't help but have guns.

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

The driver did not speak, but drew a pistol from under the seat, smiled at him with a grin, swung the muzzle, and motioned him to get out of the car.

Feng Jun's mind turned fast, and he felt that 9 out of 10 transactions were during the day, something went wrong.

If it wasn't for this reason, then it was ... the tail of Qingcheng's hand.

But he is really a bit strange. Although the things on the Jincheng side involve the southwestern country, they should not include Siam.

Could it be ... he remembered the people of the splendid real estate he met the other day.

In any case, now that the other three guns are in his hands, although he is invulnerable, there are still two of his women in the back seat. He is obliged to protect them from any harm.

These thoughts flashed in his head like electro-optical fire, and the next moment, he raised his hand and said aloud, "Don't shoot, just how much it costs, just talk about the number."

Immediately after, the door on his side was opened, and the two men stretched out their hands to pull him.

Some people tried to open the back door, but Hongjie and Haojingjing were very clever. They grabbed the door handle with one hand and pressed the button of the door lock with the other.

The pistol in the driver's hand shook in the direction of the back seat of the car, and the threatening intention was obvious: Do you want to eat a gun?

"Stop it!" Feng Jun shouted loudly, and said aloud, "Do you still want money?"

He pretended not to know the origin of the other party, only when he encountered the robber.

And unconsciously, he adjusted his appearance a little bit to prevent a camera in the yard.

This is also one of the reasons why he wo n’t let them get off the car. Both Hongjie and Haojing have his amulets of fine blood. If you are shot, it ’s not a big problem. Of course, you ca n’t stand it even if you suffer more. Think that the other party has so many opportunities to shoot.

Anyway, he could not let his woman take risks. Even if he was rough, he did n’t want their faces to be photographed by the camera. As for his own face ... he could guarantee that he would never find himself according to Tuo Ji.

You do n’t need to adjust your face too much—just adjust a hard index such as the distance between your eyes.

Even if he is photographed like himself, if the hard index does not meet the standard, it is nonsense-this is a world that believes in science.

As a result, he shouted, and the driver stopped.

A man with a Glock pistol stepped forward, poked his chest with a muzzle, and spoke in blunt English, "Money, we need more money ..."

I hate Glock pistols! Feng Jun spread his hands, "Of course there is no problem."

Then he went to get his handbag. After opening, he took out all the cash in it, about 450,000 baht, more than 5,000 Chinese dollars, and 10,000 US dollars.

These sums of money have been added together, and it is almost worth more than 80,000 Huaxia coins.

He still has some baht in his hand, which looks like seven or eight hundred. "Can this money be used as our toll?"

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

It is very convenient to withdraw money in Siam. There are bank ATMs on the street. All of China UnionPay's cards, such as UnionPay cards, recognize that the Chinese currency stored in the card does not matter. It is directly taken out in Thai baht.

Ok? Feng Jun moved his heart and looked at him coldly, "Don't go too far."

"There is nothing excessive!" The taxi driver yelled, "you have money, very rich ... bought so many valuables, and beautiful women, why are you so rich!"

Feng Jun blinked his eyes, but he was a bit confused. Is it really a temporary robbery?

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The man holding the Glock pistol raised his fist and hit his stomach heavily.

For Feng Jun, this punch is just tickling, but ordinary people cannot bear such a punch.

He covered his stomach and moaned in a low voice, his face full of pain.

"Huh, the performance is a bit fake," Hong Jie looked at with relish through the window. "How to say is also a master of refining ... he should take a look at" The Self-Cultivation of Actors. "

There is already an extra five or four pistol in the hands of Good Scenery. She is checking the firearms tremblingly, and Wen Yan raises her eyes. "Don't just look around and be happy, remember to protect yourself. In fact, we two are his burdens. "

The man with the Glock pistol saw Feng Jun ’s miserable face and smiled, "Take another one million baht out. I will let you and your woman leave. You don't have much time. I will only give you half an hour."

Feng Jun's brows grew tighter, "It's really hard to get one million in such a short time."

In fact, he was also very confused. If he shot now, he would be sure to subdue all the people 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 Glock man with a pistol chuckled, then waved his hands, and the two thin men came over.

At first glance, these two are typical Siamese aborigines, one of them holding a small plastic bag in his hand and lifting it and shaking it.

Inside the small plastic bag is a white powdery object.

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

"If you can't do it, then we have to call the police. By then, this is found from you ..."

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