"Master, we want to go here, do you know?" The young translator handed a note to the taxi driver.

The drivers guarding the entrance of foreign hotels are all trained. Lao Ge, who ranked first, read the note and then looked at the foreigner behind the translator. He nodded and said, "The distance is quite far, it costs hundreds of yuan. Well, besides, there is nowhere to play there."

"Foreigners just want to see ordinary capitals. They have never been to China. They see everything fresh. They don't want to see things in the scenic spots, they want to see the lives of ordinary Chinese people." The little translator laughed.

l Old Ge cursed in his heart, "I am too busy", and smiled on his face: "You can go if you want, 500 yuan back and forth."

"Is it okay to use the watch?" The little translator wanted to fight for it.

Lao Ge cursed another "traitor" in his heart, then firmly shook his head, and said: "You tell the foreigner that the watch is broken, and you can give cash if you want to go, and give you 20 yuan less foreign exchange.

In these years, taxi drivers are the most unfamiliar Chinese. The main reason is that they have slaughtered more. After cutting open the intestines, there is no fear.

Nowadays, in big cities where there are taxis, the total number of taxis is also very limited. Although the taximeter installed on the car is popular with customers, it is not popular with drivers. Everyone can use it and not use it.

Some advanced experience is still circulated among drivers.

For example, in Shanghai @海, last year, an adult driver, who drove a foreigner for 10 kilometers, charged $100, which was cited as a good talk by the drivers and followed suit.

US$100 is much more useful in 1988, regardless of whether it is a family of three or four or five people, one month of eating, you can’t eat 100 yuan! A Shanghainese from an ordinary family would take out 100 dollars to marry a daughter-in-law for a wedding and, by the way, give birth to a baby, take it to kindergarten and enroll in full care, and bring it to elementary school.

It can be said that taxi drivers in big cities are among the top three most popular jobs in the 1980s: "touching the steering wheel". It is the most popular among the most popular jobs.

Of course, the story of $100 for 10 kilometers is still too exaggerated, so that after it was reported, it caused a major reform of the Shanghai @hai taxi market.

The Volkswagen Taxi Company was born, and 500 red Santana were unveiled collectively, known as the red whirlwind.

The south has been reformed, but the capital has not responded to the changes. The meter is still used as much as you want, and it is like a lot of direct slaughter if you refuse to take a detour. From this point of view, no matter how high-end the taxi industry does, it is impossible to actively improve service awareness. Let alone Santana in the taxi industry, the rarity of Tianjin Dafa surpassed the later BMW 5 series. Drivers are still the same. It was a grin on the surface, and a sword in his hand.

However, in the 1980s, those who could afford to take a taxi, or in other words, those who could afford to be slaughtered were either foreigners or executives working in foreign companies. Ordinary officials would feel liver tremors when taking a taxi. They would rather make a phone call to the work unit. Xiao Wang Xiaoli drove one hundred and eighty kilometers to pick him up.

In fact, foreigners who come to China are not willing to be slaughtered, but they have no choice but to bargain prices and slaughter them at the same time.

Taxi drivers have slaughtered a lot of customers, and they have gained experience. According to the nationality and dress of the guests, they naturally spelled out the bottom line. Even if a small translator participated, the asking price was only 420 yuan. You have to pay in U.S. dollars.

Of course, foreign exchange is good, but the value is also different. Chinese people who are not often dealing with foreigners do not understand this. However, taxi drivers who often secretly exchange foreign currency know that the U.S. dollar is the strongest and the best selling, and the Hong Kong dollar is not bad, but it is not popular with foreigners. Not bad, but still a bit worse...

If you have some understanding of economics, taxi drivers may say the word "liquidity", but even if you don’t understand economics, everyone can make the right decision through a simple concept: you can give dollars at a discount. Add money to the ruble.

The guest of the small translator gave us dollars, and when he got on the bus, he barely got the driver's smile.

"Why don't I take you to the Great Wall? The place you went is weird, there is nothing." Lao Ge drove, and asked a small translator to help. This is their long-distance running route, and there are still a lot of tricks in the middle.

The little translator turned his head and muttered twice with the foreigner, and said: "Mr. James doesn't like the human landscape, so he wants to see pure human life scenes."

"On the way to the Great Wall, there are many remote places. Don't you stop by?" Lao Ge said with a smile: "You are a strange guest."

"Mr. James is more self-respectful." The little translator continued to argue for the host.

Old Ge persuaded him two more words and found that he could not effectively increase his income, so he chose to give up, drove silently, and only reminded him when he was approaching the place.

Mr. James, who was always watching outside the window, smiled, took out a camera, and snapped a photo.

Lao Ge glanced at the rearview mirror, but his heart was upset.

He is not someone who has never seen the world, but ordinary foreigners would not waste film so much.

Not to mention spending money without spending money, the car drives so fast, what scene can you catch out of the window? It's not bad if you don't give it a virtual shot.

Furthermore, the scenery on this road is nothing special, nothing more than factories with large chimneys, large tracts of farmland and tracts of private houses, not to mention the cultural landscape, the natural landscape is also boring.

"Papa Papa"

The sound of taking pictures in the back seat is obviously dense.

Old Ge suddenly woke up, and involuntarily looked to both sides.

A unit with a very small sign flashed past the roadside quickly. The big chimney and the small windows are like the factories of many units.

If it were ordinary people, it might be strange, but Lao Ge was different.

Lao Ge received anti-espionage education. All taxi drivers in the city have accepted it, and not once. In previous years, they had to be trained almost every year.

In the words of the counselor ~lightnovelpub.net~The taxi drivers in the city are all frontline counterintelligence officers.

Lao Ge couldn't help but stepped on the accelerator deeply.

An old car that had been driving for seven or eight years suddenly bumped up.

"Slow down, slow down." The foreigner suddenly shouted in English.

"Sorry, sorry..." Old Ge learned to say twice, lowered the speed a little, and drove quickly past the section of the chimney and the small windows.

The foreigner said something unhappily, so he put away the camera, and took it out again when he returned. He took pictures, but there was no change in the place where the pictures were taken.

Lao Ge is a caring person. He noticed this, but reduced the speed to make the foreigner more comfortable.

The translator conveyed the other party's gratitude in a vague way: "Mr. James was very happy to play, and decided to tip you 5 dollars more."

"Thanks a lot." Old Ge stretched out his hand as he said, "Give me the fare together."

The translator frowned and said, "Should I get off the bus?"

"The place where you get off is crowded with people, letting the workers know that I have taken a big order, and I have to treat me to guests. How uneconomical for me."

This reason was reluctant, but under Lao Ge's repeated requests, the foreigner still paid all the fare plus a tip.

Lao Ge tucked it into his trouser pocket, hitting the steering wheel, and drove straight into the nearest police station.

"I caught a spy for you." Old Ge yelled when he saw the uniformed policeman in the yard and stopped.

The police glanced at Lao Ge strangely, but it was not the kind of expression that Lao Ge imagined that he was facing an enemy, or looking at a crazy face, more like...

"It's the third time this week? It's hilarious enough." The policeman said something half-understandable, and he bent over and invited James out of the back seat.