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Chapter 732 Who is it?

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    It still took a certain amount of time for Sister Hong to contact the other party through an intermediary.

    It wasn¡¯t until four o¡¯clock in the afternoon that the tall and thin man led seven or eight people to where Feng Jun and the others were.

    During this meeting, the two sides still didn¡¯t speak much. As for where the goods in the car went, no one asked aloud.

    Before the man left, he gave Feng Jungong a hand as a token of his gratitude. After all, these four cars were worth millions of baht.

    Feng Jun and the other three also felt relaxed, so they discussed it and went shopping again.

    Hao Jingjing discovered Feng Jun's blue storage bag this time. She took a curious look and found that the space was surprisingly large, so she continued to buy and buy with confidence. She also advised Sister Hong to continue, "Don't worry, that storage bag  The shopping bag is really big.¡±

    Zhang Weihong has already accepted the fact that Teacher Mei can use the storage bag - since she can store and withdraw supplies from Maoshan's ancestral tablets, this abnormality cannot be hidden from them.

    Zhang Caixin once asked about this matter unconvinced, but Feng Jun's explanation left her speechless - "You have your qualifications, and others have other people's qualifications. Everyone has their own opportunities, so don't envy others."

    " Xiao Cai Xin is holding back her energy to practice now, which may be due to this factor - she has indeed learned the qualifications of the Bremen teacher, but can she step up her practice?  As long as she can advance to the Qi Refining Stage, she can still use the storage bag.

    In short, the capacity of the large storage bag in Feng Jun¡¯s hand was revealed by the beautiful scenery. Of course she and Sister Hong chose to continue spending money.

    After some shopping, it was eight o'clock in the evening, and the three of them stopped a taxi in front of the store and turned around.

    Taxis in Bangkok have meters, but when encountering foreigners or even out-of-towners, they generally don¡¯t use the meter, but directly quote the meter. This situation is not in line with the positioning of the capital of Siam, but the driver also has a point -  ¡ªThere is a possibility of traffic jam.

    Bangkok¡¯s traffic jam is one of the worst in the world. The taxi driver charges 400 baht.

    The price is a little higher. The three of them have never taken a taxi in Bangkok, but among the people traveling with them, there is a travel expert with good views. She pointed this out clearly, "I checked, similar distance, bargain price  It should be around three hundred baht.¡±

    Feng Jun thinks it¡¯s more expensive. If you exchange it for Chinese coins, the difference is only twenty yuan.

    But Sister Hong did not agree. Ever since she was suspected of "lowering the quality of Chinese people," she has always wanted to do something to prove herself, so she said, "If you are not used to this problem, you cannot let them feel that Chinese tourists are stupid and have too much money."

    Well, you are right, Feng Jun was speechless, so he communicated with the other party again - among the three people, his English was the worst.

    But the driver refused to change the price, saying that it was the evening rush hour and 300 baht was too little, so I wouldn¡¯t take the order.

    Seeing the other person's "Do you like to sit down or not" look on his face, Feng Jun was also a little annoyed.

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

    The fact that this rental car has been parked here probably has something to do with the high price this person charges - after all, this is a shopping mall, and it is mainly targeted at foreigners. There must be tourists who are not short of money.

    Then, with one sentence, Hao Jing persuaded Sister Hong to get on the bus, "We can't make them feel that Chinese tourists are all poor, right?"

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

    As for not having a license plate, this is not a big problem. The traffic jam in Bangkok has led to the rampage of speeding gangs. They run rampant in the rolling traffic. It can be said that they sneak into every crack. They can be seen driving in the wrong direction and running red lights everywhere.

    In short, as far as the traffic conditions on the road are concerned, this place is very much like a Chinese countryside, an oversized village with traffic jams.

    Feng Jun doesn¡¯t ride a motorcycle, mainly because he thinks his driving skills are probably not as good as those of those motorcyclists, who are really risking their lives to drive motorcycles.

    Without further ado, not long after getting in the car, the traffic jam gradually began. After walking for a while, Hao Jingfeng whispered softly in the back seat of the car, "It seems that the direction is wrong. You should turn left."

    After getting in the car, she took the map and looked at it. The travel expert has indeed accumulated a lot of experience in this aspect.

    Feng Jun translated the words. The driver looked at him and muttered something to the effect that there was a traffic jam ahead, so I had to take a detour. Anyway, the price was 400 baht, and I won¡¯t ask for more from you.

    Feng Jun thought the same thing. That¡¯s the point of setting a good price. It doesn¡¯t matter how the other party wants to circumvent it.

    However, he still underestimated the integrity of the Siamese people. The taxi made many twists and turns, turned into a small alley, and drove directly into a courtyard.

    carHe inspected the firearm carefully and looked up when he heard the words, "Don't just look at him for happiness, remember to protect yourself. In fact, we are his burden."

    Seeing Feng Jun¡¯s miserable look, the man with the Glock gave a grim smile, ¡°Bring out another million baht, and I¡¯ll let you and your woman go. You don¡¯t have much time, I¡¯ll only give you half an hour.¡±

    Feng Jun frowned more and more, "It's really difficult to get one million in such a short time."

    He was actually very confused. If he took action now, he would be sure to subdue everyone 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 man with the Glock pistol chuckled, then waved his hand, and two thin men came over.

    At first glance, these two people looked like typical Siamese natives. One of them held a small plastic bag in his hand, lifted it up and shook it.

    In the small plastic bag, there is a white powdery object.

    This man smiled maliciously, "Do you know what this is? Poisonous pin"

    "If you can't do it, then we will call the police. When the time comes, this will be found on you"

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