Chapter 218： Petty Grant

Recto receives tens of millions of tourists each year. The information of the five Tang Fang is complete and correct. The purpose of coming here is reasonable and reasonable. No one is stupid enough to doubt their identities. While waiting for the flight, several airport staff also took the initiative to introduce some scenic spots and delicious snacks from all over to the 5 people.

In a short time, five people boarded the orbital flight bound for the inland of Recto, left Silbes Star Harbor, and swiftly headed for the air terminal on the outskirts of Orovia, Recto’s largest coastal city. .

Orovia is the largest city in Recto and is also a famous leisure resort, the location of the Golden Coast.

Twenty minutes later, the flight entered the port, and five people from Tang Fang walked out of the air freight terminal and boarded a taxi.

The driver thought that the five people were like many tourists. The first thing after getting off the plane was to rush to the booked hotel in Orovia, but he didn't expect Tang Fang to directly report another location, "Caronesberg." "

"Carronesburg?" The driver was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Tang Fang: "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Caronesburg, let's go." Tang Fang's tone of voice added a sigh, and a light of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

After getting a positive answer, the driver stopped being verbose, turned the car around, and drove onto a maglev track node next to him. The tram was switched to the magnetic levitation mode, the four wheels of the taxi were retracted, and the speed changed from slow to abrupt, and finally speeded northward at a speed of more than 200km per hour.

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Fort Carrones is located in the northeast of Orovia, the distance between the two is about 1,200 kilometers. After the taxi had driven on the magnetic levitation track for about 5 hours, it turned left and entered a highway.

After a journey, rows of tall buildings appeared at the end of the line of sight. At dusk, the light of Megall shone on the scaly glass outer wall of the building, scattering soft halos.

Tang Fang looked at the scene flying backwards out of the window silently. The memories and feelings that belonged to Tang Yan produced an old song with mixed flavors in his heart. 6 years, 6 full years. Used to seeing the darkness and depth of the starry sky, used to bloodshed and sacrifice. War, like a vortex leading to hell, everyone is struggling in it. Exhausted all his energy to swim abroad, however, most of them only exchanged for one or two trivial splashes, which became the only embellishment of that desperate scene.

The road signs on both sides of the highway are already a bit mottled, and the huge billboards are constantly showing advertisements for new products. The Galaxy Demon Ji Huazhi swayed her waist tremblingly, showing her exquisite curves, slender legs, and, of course, the two heavy round hemispheres on her chest.

There are some changes in the city, but not much. Just renovate the building and expand the urban area. After all, Fort Carrones is only a medium-sized city, not relying on the sea, and there are no attractions, and it can maintain the permanent population size unabated. It's already commendable.

What is Tang Yun doing now? Sitting in the classroom and wandering? Or look at the boy you like and smile?

Tang Fang showed a knowing smile. The little girl who secretly dumped the carrots in the bowl into the trash can without paying attention every time she eats, now she doesn't know what kind of big girl she has grown into. Although it has only been two and a half months since the last communication, it seems that a lifetime has passed...

"Hey." When he was distracted, the taxi was parked downstairs in an old apartment in the city. The driver glanced at the meter: "3855myd."

"3855?" Tang Fang didn't speak yet. Grant next to him suddenly straightened up, with an expression on his face like a rabbit that had been robbed of a carrot: "What? 3855? Are you stealing money!"

The driver scanned the five of them, pointed to the reading on the meter and said: "1285 kilometers, 3 myd per kilometer, fair business, young people are not deceived."

"Children are not deceived?" Grant snorted coldly, "The distance from Orovia to Caronesburg. 99% of the mileage is on the maglev track, and it consumes some electricity at most. 3855? You are fundamentally. It’s just asking prices."

The monthly salary of the general working class in the empire is only this figure, and the driver has made a big talk.

Tang Fang frowned, unwilling to be entangled in this kind of thing, and was about to tell Kleiya to pay the bill. Then Grant stopped him: "385."

"What?" The driver straightened his eyes: "385? Are you kidding me."

"Unhappy? Then you take us to the arbitration institution. I believe they will make a fair judgment." Grant sat back on the seat with his arms folded, with a carefree expression that you can figure out: "Tang Fang, You are a local. Tell him where the arbitration institution is. I want to see what the driver, who doesn't even turn on the meter, will say."

The driver looked sullen, because the economic conditions of each noble territory are different, and the pricing standards of the service industry are also different. In Recto, it has become an unspoken rule of the industry for businessmen to slaughter foreign tourists. Foreign tourists are lonely. They mostly come here for leisure travel. Under normal circumstances, they are only recognized by their noses.

However, he didn't expect that the guy who looked heroic and righteous in front of him was a stingy, 385? The beggar.

At this time, Grant looked out the window again and said casually: "Well, it's getting dark soon, the arbitration institution is about to close. If it drags on, we can only wait for tomorrow."

The driver’s face changed several times, and the last time he gritted his teeth: "3000!" He didn’t think that these guys would pay for his food, accommodation, and parking, not to mention that it would delay tomorrow’s business. Will be worried.

Also, God knows who these guys are, especially the man with a full face, whose arms are thicker than his thighs. Fort Carrones is not like Orovia, it is not very peaceful at night here.

Grant didn't even look at him. "500."

"2000! 2000 head office, right?"

"500."

The driver was anxious: "1500, this is a conscience price."

"500." Grant was still indifferent.

The poor driver was almost crying, his face wrinkled into bitter cauliflower: "1200, 1200."

Grant squinted his eyes for a while, then twisted out a note from his pocket: "1000, take it if you want, no, I'll see you at the door of the arbitration office tomorrow morning."

The driver tremblingly took the paper money. At this moment, he was full of grievances. He thought that he could pick up a good job and he could take it back, but he didn't expect these few to look like the rich master. Actually so stingy. From Orovia to Caronesburg, 1000myd can only be regarded as a popular price, which is too smart for the kid who bargained.

"Boom, bang, bang." There was a sound of closing doors behind, and the driver saw five people getting off the car through the rearview mirror. He didn't say any extra words. When the steering wheel was hit, the accelerator was stepped on, and the taxi made a "whee" and fled. Also disappeared like a street corner.

"Grant, are you a man? Why mother-in-law?" Howson yelled as soon as he got out of the car.

"You know what a shit." Grant glared at him vigorously. "That guy made it clear that we were being taken advantage of. It would be cheaper to give 1,000 to him. If it weren't for you in a hurry, I would have to kill 500 to give him a lesson. ."

"What a girl." Howson disagreed. I didn't want Aros to snorted coldly behind him: "Otherwise, like you? After mixing so much money in boxing, in the end there was no money left to buy a pair of socks."

"Yeah! If it weren't for...or the Empire had frozen my account...a pair of socks would have been bought."

These words made Claire smile for a while, in a sense, Howson was really a talent. Tang Fang next to her thought of a lot in an instant. There is no doubt that Grant is a loyal, upright, affectionate and righteous man. What's more commendable is that he works carefully and is very competent as a deputy captain.

Now it seems that this guy has another "strength", he is stingy and an out-and-out miser. I have obtained a large number of valuable research materials from Crotan's "Galactic Armament Research and Development Center" and "Someron", and I will definitely go to the black market to get rid of it. Grant is a suitable negotiator in terms of price negotiation.

After delaying for a while downstairs in the apartment, Tang Fang took a few people to the 6th floor. The lights were already on in the corridor, reflecting a layer of frost on the floor.

"Papa, papa..." The footsteps of the five people resounded across the corridor.

After a while, when he came to a room with the number plate "607", Tang Fang slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

He didn't hear the response for a long time, he frowned, raised his hand and tapped again, still no answer.

"Tang Yun, Tang Yun..." This time, he directly called Tang Yun's name.

10 seconds, 15 seconds, 20 seconds...the room is quiet.

It's already evening, so Tang Yun should have gone home long ago. Is it possible to spend the night with classmates today? In other words, I am participating in club activities to come back later.

Just when he was groaning and hesitating whether to go to school to find her, the door of the next room opened, and a middle-aged man with a naked torso, a bath towel around his waist and a beard on his face stuck out his head. Before he could see who it was, he opened his mouth and cursed: "What is the noise?"

Aros frowned and looked up at him: "Is the owner of this room?"

"Dead!" Luo Hu replied impatiently.

died? Tang Yun is dead? Tang Fang's pupils shrank, and for a moment there was a cloud on his face.

Howson dashed forward, pulled out his beard, pinched his neck with his right hand, and stuck it on the wall with a "bang": "You say it again!"

The bearded man kicked his feet in the air and struggling hard with one of his hands on Howson's wrists. However, no matter how he struggled, those rough hands were like iron tongs, tightly bound to his throat.

"Howson, let him go." At this moment, Tang Fang walked over with a cold face, looked at his beard and said, "Old Tosh, do you still recognize me?"