Homo sapiens

Manila.

Austin Hotel, two tourists, a man and a woman, stayed here.

The man is a black-haired white man in his twenties, wearing one earring. He is sitting on the sofa. He looks at the screen of his mobile phone helplessly:

"Luzon plans to start a restriction order starting tomorrow, which will last for three months."

After taking a shower, the blond woman who was drying her hair with a hair dryer had an indifferent expression on her face: "Then just treat it as a trip here."

"Kristin, tourist attractions may be temporarily closed. Then we can't stay in the hotel, right?"

Christine turned off the hairdryer and asked with a charming look: "Are you not satisfied with being in the hotel with me all the time? Dear Anthony."

"No, it was just that I felt like I was in jail when I was in the hotel." Anthony seemed to be recalling some bad memory.

Christine took out a lady's cigarette, lit it, then lay on the sofa and looked through the Luzon travel guide on YouTube.

Anthony twitched his ears slightly, closed his eyes and sat on the sofa, seeming to be listening to something. Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes:

"There are so many cockroaches here."

Christine was very calm about this: "Huh...where are there no cockroaches? Unless it's the Antarctic and the North Pole."

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Anthony changed the subject.

"Let's go to Bonifacio Street first! I heard that there are many Western colonial buildings there, and it's also a famous commercial street."

"OK!"

In the afternoon, around three o'clock.

The two people wearing shorts and short sleeves appeared on Bonifacio Street arm in arm.

Anthony, holding a camera, took pictures everywhere until the two of them came to the door of St. Agustin Church, a church built during the Western colonial period.

The two of them entered the church directly.

On the rows of benches inside, many locals are praying.

Anthony and Christine sat on the bench in the back, quietly listening to the hymns played on the tape recorder, and several priests were baptizing the newly born child.

The two of them did not make any other movements. Half an hour later, they quietly left the church and continued to visit various attractions in Manila.

In a shop selling small toys.

Like a little girl, Christine held a bamboo kitten and asked with a smile: "Anthony, this kitten is so cute!"

Anthony looked helpless, leaning against the checkout counter: "I can hardly lift it."

Christine seemed not to hear Anthony's complaints and continued to play with various small toys in her hands.

The owner of the toy store is a middle-aged man with a smile on his face. There are two employees in the store, a man and a woman.

Anthony asked with a smile: "These toys are very good, but it's a pity that there are no such toys in California."

The boss replied with a smile: "These toys are all hand-woven or carved by us locally, but they are very rare."

"Hey, are these all handmade works of art?" Anthony asked in surprise.

"Haha, not entirely. Many of those bamboo products and wooden products are handmade, while plastic products and resin products are produced in factories." The boss explained.

Anthony picked up a bamboo cat nest and said, "It's such a pity. This cat nest was put up for sale in California. It's estimated to fetch $100."

"Really? That's indeed a pity." The boss's expression didn't change much.

Anthony did not continue, but looked at his watch, and then shouted: "My dear, it's almost dinner time."

When Christine heard that it was dinner time, she could only think about it and took her three favorite bamboo toys and came to the counter to pay.

After the two left, the boss was still busy with his head down.

In an Austin hotel room.

The two people who had dinner were lying on the sofa again.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the night view of Manila Harbor.

"Anything gained?"

Kristine shook her head: "The church is very clean, the jewelry store doesn't have the styles I like, and the toy store is just average!"

"How about going to Limanan tomorrow? I heard there are many beach projects there." Anthony suggested.

"airplane?"

Anthony shook his head and pointed at the tourist map: "Take the train there, just to see the scenery along the way."

"OK, you make arrangements!"

The next day, the two bought train tickets to Lima South City.

The slow train is not much different from the one in America. The whole journey is about 300 kilometers and takes about four or five hours.

Kristine was sitting next to the car window, observing the scenery and the city along the way.

As the train passed through the city of San Pablo, the scenery on both sides began to change significantly, because they began to enter the territory of the Fernando family.

Around Manila, both urban and rural areas, are densely populated areas.

After passing the city of San Pablo, there was a sense of fragmentation.

The rural population here is not large, but the urban population is denser than Manila.

The two temporarily canceled their trip to the southern city of Lima and planned to stay in the upcoming port of Lucena for a day.

After leaving the train station, Christine stretched while Anthony looked for a taxi, but the situation here was different from the one they encountered at the Manila Airport. There were no swarms of taxi drivers surrounding them.

It wasn't until they walked out of the train station to the service street that they saw the green taxis lined up on the roadside, with the drivers in their own cars.

Many customers just pulled up the door and got in, and then the taxi started moving.

Anthony pulled the suitcase, walked to a taxi, and knocked on the window: "Hello, driver, how much does it cost to go to a better hotel nearby?"

The driver, who had a green dragon on his left and a white tiger on his right tattooed on his arm, showed his big yellow teeth and said, "A better hotel nearby? Then the Fengrao Hotel, 86 pesos."

Anthony looked at the other taxis and found that the other drivers had no intention of grabbing passengers, so he nodded: "OK."

The two got into a taxi.

Dahuang Ya stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly towards Fengrao Hotel.

Anthony asked curiously: "Are the taxis here different from those in Manila?"

"Absolutely!" Dahuang Ya replied perfunctorily.

Anthony didn't ask further about this. After all, sometimes asking too many questions could easily arouse the other party's suspicion.

And 86 pesos is indeed not high. The two of them were charged 500 pesos at Manila Airport.

At the traffic light intersection, Anthony saw that both sides of the street were very new, there were no potholes on the road, and no one ran the red light.

Of course, that could also be the reason why several traffic wardens on guard were carrying assault rifles.

The first impression that Anthony had here was that the infrastructure was pretty good, followed by the orderliness and lack of chaos like in Manila.

Another impression is that a large proportion of people in the city are very busy.

Not a moment.

After passing the traffic light, the taxi stopped in front of a nice-looking hotel.

"Here we go, 86 pesos."

Anthony gave the money and entered the lobby of the Harvest Hotel with Christine.

Anthony was quite satisfied with the interior decoration of the hotel. At least the taxi driver didn't just drop them off at the small hotel.

But the two of them didn't know that behind the taxi company and Fenggao Hotel was a family. When they solicited customers, they would naturally give priority to their own properties.

If Anthony says he is looking for restaurants, B\u0026Bs, hospitals, cafes, bars, supermarkets, etc., Dahuangya can also match his own industry.

As long as you enter the Homo sapiens company's full operation area, it is basically impossible to avoid the Homo sapiens company's industry.

The two of them, Anthony, soon checked into the Fengrao Hotel.

Thank you all for your support (ω｀), and thank you book friends for your rewards “after meeting every day”.