England.
Manchester.
A torrential rain that began in the afternoon enveloped the entire city. The obstruction of the underground drainage pipe caused the water level on the road to gradually rise. The red lights at the intersections of the crisscrossing streets were frequently lit, and countless vehicles were congested, causing Manchester City's traffic to fall into a serious state of stagnation.
Similarly, the journey time from Manchester City Railway Station to St. Edmund Hospital, which was less than ten minutes, was extended more than twice.
The shabby, yellow-skinned taxi drove on the road, splashing water everywhere. It also startled the pedestrians on the side of the street and caused them to retreat in panic. However, they were still splashed a little bit, so naturally, there were angry complaints and even curses of "sh * t" following the exhaust of the car.
In the driver's seat of the taxi, a middle-aged Mexican driver with curly flaxen hair and a floral shirt pursed his lips and did not take such a trivial matter to heart. Instead, he expressed his disdain in English with a heavy Spanish accent. "This is how rainy days are. Don't complain about anyone. Who has it easy, driving a cab or walking on the street?"
The Chinese man sitting in the passenger's seat, holding a briefcase, smiled politely in response, but looked down at the time on his watch from time to time absent-mindedly.
The driver glanced over, noticed the passenger's thoughts, and grinned.
"Sorry-Sorry, we can't do anything about this damn weather. Manchester City is just like this. It's fine if it doesn't rain, the sun is shining, and you can find a small bar by the Ivor River to sit down and drink a few glasses of wine, enjoy the scenery and look at the beautiful women passing by, but when it rains …"
The driver paused and clicked his tongue.
"When it rains, the whole of Manchester City will be blocked."
"Hey, Amigo (friend), don't complain, you're already lucky. No one is willing to take the road to St. Edmund Hospital on this day. It's by the Mersey River, and the whole street is muddy in the rainy days. If it weren't for my aunt who's also sick in the hospital, I'm going to visit her. I can't be bothered to take your order."
It was full of the unique righteous style of Mexican drivers, and even seemed to be bragging to the passengers.
Knowing that the driver had no malicious intent, the man smiled and nodded.
"I understand, I understand, thank you for your generosity, Mr. Driver —"
"It's fine as long as I can get to where I want to go, but … if possible, I hope you can step on the accelerator a little harder. You know, I've already wasted a lot of time."
While expressing his gratitude, the man did not forget to tactfully and politely state his request.
After saying that, he couldn't help but look at the time on his watch.
Indeed.
According to Vice President Chu's request, he had been delayed for quite a while. Although it was only a private matter, it was rare for the young and promising Vice President Chu to personally make a request to him. The weight of this request was not light at all.
The driver, who was beaming with joy from the Asian passenger's small praise, nodded repeatedly.
"No problem, no problem, my friend!"
"Our luck isn't bad either. There aren't many cars on the last stretch of the road. Trust me, we'll be there in five minutes at most!"
The man relaxed a little when he heard that, and he sincerely expressed his gratitude again.
"Then I'll leave it to you."
The forthright Mexican driver grinned. "You're really the most polite Asian I've ever seen … You're much more likable than those British guys who look like they're in suits and leather shoes. Are you from Japan?"
The man shook his head with a smile and corrected, "No, I'm from China."
"Oh, China!"
The driver's eyes suddenly lit up. If it weren't for the fact that the road was slippery in the rain and he still needed to control the steering wheel, he would have been dancing excitedly in the driver's seat.
"China Kung Fu! Bruce Lee! Oh, my friend, you come from a very mysterious and wonderful country — speaking of which, I've also driven a lot of guests from China, but their English is not as good as yours. "
These words came from the mouth of a Mexican driver with a strong Spanish accent. The man couldn't help but smile knowingly.
"Yes."
"I've been in the UK for three years."
"Oh …" The driver suddenly understood and then asked curiously, "What's your job here?"
The man didn't hide anything and answered with a smile.
“E-Sports。”
"The full name should be Electronic-Sports."
"E-Sports."
…
That's right.
The man's name was Zhou Wei, and he was a permanent employee of the China E-Sports Association's London, England office. His main job was to represent the China E-Sports Association and the European headquarters of the World Television Association in the exchange of information and communication. At the same time, he was also responsible for representing the China Television Association in the UK to receive local professional teams when they came to the UK.
The S6 World Finals was just around the corner, especially since the first round of the group stage would be held in the United Kingdom. Therefore, he had been extremely busy recently, running back and forth between London and Manchester City. He had to finish all the preparations before the three domestic LPL teams arrived.
Therefore, under such a heavy workload, nothing else should have been an obstacle to his work.
Even the beautiful girlfriend he met in London had asked him out on a few dates, but he had helplessly and apologetically rejected her.
Compared to his own personal affairs …
There was no doubt that the S6 World Finals this time was more important to him.
And it was precisely because of such an example —
That made his action of taking time out of his busy schedule to go to a hospital in Manchester seem a little special and unusual.
But it was also as mentioned earlier.
There were only a few people who could make him take the initiative to personally come forward and worry about them at a time like this.
Chu Fangnan, the vice president of the Shanghai E-Sports Association, was one of them.
Outside the window.
It was still raining cats and dogs.
Zhou Wei, who was in the co-driver's seat, looked at the huge raindrops hitting the car window and creating transparent water stains as the car sped forward. He frowned slightly, still feeling a little puzzled and confused in his heart.
He still remembered what Chu Fangnan had asked him for help on the private phone call a few hours ago.
"The address is St. Edmund Hospital in Manchester."
"I hope … you can make a trip there."
"There's a girl in the inpatient department there. I'll text you the basic information later … Yes, for some reasons that can't be explained at the moment, I need someone there to confirm the situation."
"It's very important."
"Yes, time is tight. Please be quick. Once you've confirmed the information, let me know."
"I'm counting on you!"
Zhou Wei had known Chu Fangnan for four years. He was well aware of the personality and temper of the rising China E-Sports Association Vice President Chu, who had a bright future ahead of him. Therefore, the last two words of "I'm counting on you" in the phone call … made Zhou Wei feel the weight of it even more.
A … girl living in St. Edmund Hospital.
Zhou Wei recalled the basic information in the text message that Chu Fangnan sent to him. He subconsciously muttered a name. The Mexican driver with sensitive ears suddenly looked over curiously.
“AnXin？”
"My friend, what did you just say? Is that Chinese?"
However, before Zhou Wei could answer, the driver looked out the window in front of him. The windshield wipers had cleared away the rainwater that blocked his vision. He immediately stepped on the brakes and announced with a smile on his face,
“OKOK！”
"My friend, look, we've arrived at St. Edmund!"
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