Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 292 Crazy Taxi

Mo Fei looked around, there was a row of hotels across the square, but these were not what he wanted to go to.Mr. Meili didn't come to pick him up because he was busy with work, but he had already booked a hotel for Mo Fei, so he just had to go directly to the address Mr. Meili gave him, and call the other party when he arrived.

Mo Fei's eyes quickly settled on a notice board at the back of the square, on which a car was drawn.The distance is a bit far, so it is possible that the English letters on it cannot be seen clearly, but he knows that there is a place where you can get a taxi.

Mo Fei went straight across the square, and then stood on the side of the road looking for an available taxi.

There is a bus stop next to where he is standing now.But he didn't plan to take the bus, because he didn't know which route he should take, and he didn't know where to get off.

"It's really distressing. Could it be that your character is too bad?"

After waiting for a long time, I didn't see a taxi stop at this bus stop. Every driver who passed by here glanced at Mo Fei, and then walked away.This made Mo Fei feel extremely distressed, and he even began to doubt his own character, otherwise why would he be so dismissive of him even though there were vacant vehicles.

In desperation, Mo Fei had no choice but to ask the foreign friends waiting for the bus next to him for help in English.A rosy-faced, energetic old man with blond hair patiently told Mo Fei that he needed to go to the designated waiting station to take a taxi, and pointed out the direction to Mo Fei with his hands in a friendly manner.

Could it be that he looked in the direction the other party pointed, and sure enough, there was a taxi rank not far away, where there was a long queue of taxis waiting for customers.After thanking Mo Fei, he picked up his suitcase and walked slowly towards the waiting station with white letters on a blue background.

Loris Corrat was sitting in the driver's seat, holding a copy of "The Times" in his hand. The front page on it introduced the news that a Chinese player joined Tottenham for a sky-high price of 3000 million euros.

"GOD! 3000 million, is that old man Harry out of his mind? With so much money, is that kid made of gold? Fuck it!"

Corrat groaned strangely, and sprayed a mouthful of saliva from his back to the car window.He is a Tottenham fan and a diehard at White Hart Lane. He is noncommittal about the club's spending money to buy people. After all, the team's signings are also to increase their strength, so he has nothing to say.However, it is the first time in the history of the club to buy a Chinese player for 3000 million.No wonder he felt incredible.

"I have to go to the stadium to see if I have a chance. If that kid doesn't satisfy me, I don't mind saying hello to him with eggs."

Corrat put down the newspaper, and turned on the musical instrument in the car. Immediately, passionate rock music filled the entire taxi.Cratchit, chewing gum, shaking his head to the beat of the music and tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, made him look hopelessly lost—he was wearing a very The black vest that shows off his majestic muscles well, there are a few small silver rings on the earlobes, and a scar is shaved on the left side of his short-cut head!

This is not a taxi driver waiting for customers to get on the bus, he is clearly a little ruffian wandering around the streets!

Corrat turned his head a little towards the car window, and an oriental man carrying a suitcase and a small bag appeared in the rearview mirror.He did not warmly greet the guests, but glanced at the person in the mirror from the corner of his eye, and continued to listen to his music.The man seemed to be hesitating whether to get in the car or not. Seeing his haggard and distressed appearance, Corrat grinned.

Mo Fei looked around, there was a row of taxis parked on this street, at least seven or eight, but the one in front of him was the first one.

But... Looking at the driver with a fierce face in a short vest and the deafening music in the car, the driver seems to be intoxicated in his own music world, and his body is still twisting and turning...

"Is he a gangster or a driver?" Mo Fei was a little puzzled, always feeling that the strong man in front of him was unreliable.

Could it be that he hesitated for a while, thinking that if he was unfamiliar with the place, he should find a more normal driver.

So he picked up the suitcase, turned and walked to the second car.The driver of that car was wearing formal overalls with the word taxi printed on it. He was about 40 years old and had a kind look on his face.This made Mo Fei inexplicably feel a sense of security in his heart, the old driver knew his way, was kind, steady... Mo Fei made up his mind and got into this car.

But before he got close, the old driver stuck his head out of the window, waved at him continuously, and shouted: "Go back, go back..."

This brought Mo Fei back to the scene in A Chinese Ghost Story: a female ghost was waving at him, but what she said was "Come here, come here..."

Could it be that he shuddered for no reason, but still walked in front of the car.

"Excuse me, can I take your car?" Mo Fei pointed to his car friendly and asked in English with a smile on his face.

However, the temper of this kind-faced old driver does not seem to be as friendly as he looks, and the first sentence he uttered was swearing——

"I'm stupid, didn't I tell you to go back? Hurry up and line up, come in order!" The old driver waved his hand impatiently, then retracted his head into the car, and said nothing again.

Could it be that he was stunned—I dare say that there are still rules about taking a car in London, just like coming out of a domestic airport, you have to queue up for a taxi, first come, first served... You can't go past the first car and go directly to the second car.

"This is really interesting." Mo Fei was amazed.

Outside many airports in China, drivers also observe discipline in this way, but most of the reason is because there are supervisors with red armbands watching over them, and they dare not make mistakes.Despite this, there are still some black car drivers outside to solicit customers.

And here, could it be that he didn't see a person who looked like a supervisor, but the drivers still obeyed the discipline like this. It seems that the customs and customs of each country are different. That's all, uh..."gentleman"!
There is no way, the driver of the second car does not pull, so he can only go back and find the first car.

"I hope he is more reliable." Mo Fei prayed secretly in his heart.

As soon as Mo Fei walked to the rear of the first car, he saw the lid of the trunk lift up slowly, which was for him to put the suitcase in.

"It's quite considerate." Mo Fei was determined, and couldn't help feeling a little good for the driver, and it wasn't that unreliable...

Mo Fei put the luggage into the trunk, then opened the door and sat in.

"Dear Oriental, where is your destination?"

Amidst the loud music, Mo Fei clearly heard the other party whistle, and then turned his head to ask him with a smile.

"My grass!"

Could it be that he was quite frightened by a face full of flesh that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, with a fierce appearance, weird attire, and shaking his head... How can he really look like a little ruffian?Obviously a big hooligan!

Mo Fei even wondered if he got into a black car.He squeezed his fist calmly, as long as the person in front dared to move, he would definitely give him a fist immediately.

Could it be that instead of answering his question, he took out a note from his backpack and handed it to the other party.It had the address of the hotel that Mr. Merry had given him.

"Well!"

The eccentric driver looked down at the address on the note, snapped his fingers, and nodded.Then he reached out and pulled the seat belt, making a "buckle it" gesture.

Mo Fei also nodded, then lowered his head and began to fasten his seat belt.

"BIGO! GO GO GO!"

Just as Mo Fei lowered his head to fasten his seat belt, the driver suddenly let out a strange scream of excitement, and then started the car engine.

The huge impact was accompanied by the sound of the engine erupting like a mountain torrent. Could it be that he was caught off guard, his body was unstable, he swayed to and fro, and almost hit the front windshield.

"Are you driving F1!"

Could it be that he yelled and cursed angrily.He was really shaken uncomfortably, which also made him a little suspicious - he had never taken a taxi before, but this was the first time that the engine of a taxi could make a huge roar like a racing car...

The body of the taxi was shaking slightly, the driver just smiled badly, did not respond to Mo Fei's question, turned up the volume of the stereo with his backhand, and let out a sharp whistle from his mouth——

As the driver's hand reaches back, his foot releases the clutch—"GO GO GO!!!!"

Mo Feizhi felt as if he was riding a runaway wild horse, or that desperate wild horse. His body was pushed to the back of the chair by a huge impact again, his head hit the back, and his neck almost dislocated...

The black taxi rushed out amidst the roar of "rumbling~", like a flash of lightning across the night sky.

At this moment, the dizzy Mo Fei heard the driver laughing and shouting——

"Huaxia boy, welcome to London! Haha!"

Could it be that he didn't know how he came to the hotel where he was staying.

He only knew that he couldn't enjoy the scenery along the way at all, because he was constantly leaning left and right, leaning back and diving.

This journey didn't seem to take much time, but Mo Fei was still exhausted.

When the taxi he was in slammed to a screeching stop, even though the seat belt was holding him back, his body rushed forward and hit the back of the front seat heavily.

"Damn... are you trying to murder me!"

Feeling that the bones of his whole body were about to fall apart, Mo Fei put his head on the back of the chair, gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice.Immediately, he quickly unfastened his seat belt, opened the car door and rushed out, then vomited heavily while leaning on the fence on the side of the road.

It's not that his concentration is not enough, it's because the driver is too crazy.Could it be that there is an illusion that he is not driving on the road in a taxi, but is running desperately on the street in a real F1 car.

It may not be appropriate to describe Mo Fei's current state as "rolling and crawling", but it is not far from that state.

"Hey, I said buddy, it seems that your ability to bear it is not enough!"

The driver brother also got out of the car and asked in a concerned tone.But judging by his appearance, there is no trace of guilt, on the contrary, he is very proud, he seems to be very satisfied with his "masterpiece", and he seems to be showing off his driving skills.

In short, in Mo Fei's eyes, this expression was like a silent mockery to him.He wished he could rush up and teach this unkind taxi driver a lesson.

(End of this chapter)