Two days later, a Boeing 747 from Shanghai, China, landed at the International Airport of L City. The passengers slowly got off the plane under the guidance of the stewardesses and set foot on this world-famous metropolis.
Jiang Cheng walked down the stairs of the plane empty-handed and stepped on the ground of the airport. He observed the environment of the airport and found that there were cameras everywhere in Old America. In order to avoid being targeted by the special intelligence agencies of Country D, Jiang Cheng bought a full set of clothes from the duty-free shop at the airport. He put on a pair of Tyrannosaurus glasses and changed into a normal-looking black suit. He also bought a briefcase filled with the newspapers he had just bought. He looked like a business man who had just arrived from China.
After leaving the gate of the airport, Jiang Cheng raised his hand and waved at the taxi stop. Immediately, a Ford stopped beside him. A black driver smiled, showing his white teeth, and asked, "Sir from the beautiful China, where are you going?"
Jiang Cheng was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought that the black man would not speak English, but Chinese. Moreover, his Chinese was very standard. He couldn't help but ask, "How do you know that I'm from China?"
The black man said proudly, "Sir, you look down on me. I'm a well-known local know-it-all. In the words of your Chinese martial arts novels, I know everything about the local area, on the surface and in private. I can even ask you what color of underwear the mayor is wearing today. As for why I know that you are from China at a glance, it's even simpler."
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but say, "Oh? If you can tell me one, two, three, four, then I'll book your car for 1,000 dollars a day. How about that? "
When the black man heard the commission of a thousand dollars a day, his eyes immediately lit up. He immediately opened the back door attentively and said to Jiang Cheng with a face full of smiles, "Sir, please get in the car first. I'll tell you slowly on the way!"
Jiang Cheng looked at the black driver and found nothing wrong, so he sat in the back seat of the Ford. As soon as the black driver saw Jiang Cheng get in the car, he immediately got in the car. After fastening his seat belt, he stretched out his right hand and said to Jiang Cheng, "Hello, sir. I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Omama, and I come from the beautiful Tanzania. Nice to meet you, sir."
Jiang Cheng also stretched out his hand and shook hands with him. He said with a smile, "My name is Jiang Wei, and I come from the beautiful China. Now can you tell me why you can tell that I am from China at a glance?"
Hearing that, Omama said with a smile, "Sir, it's so easy. First of all, I can tell that you are not Japanese from your figure. Japanese people are not as tall as you are. Second, your skin doesn't look like a Korean, because you are not as fair as a Korean man. Your yellow skin has some dark spots, which means that you come from Southeast Asia. I know that there are no flights from Southeast Asia at this time. There are only flights from Shanghai, China. Therefore, I can say with certainty that you are from China."
Jiang Cheng was completely convinced by Omama. He didn't expect that this black man from a small African country could be so powerful. He could infer his nationality from so few clues. Sure enough, the intelligence of his African brothers could not be underestimated!
Jiang Cheng said with a smile, "Okay, I'll pay for your car. I have something to do here these days, so you need to follow me 24 hours a day. You must appear in front of me as soon as I call you. How about that?"
Hearing that, Omama thought for a moment and said, "Mr. Jiang, you have to pay for today's fare of 1,000 dollars first, and I'll collect it tomorrow. What do you think?"
Without thinking, Jiang Cheng took out the 10,000 dollars he had just withdrawn from the ATM at the airport from his pocket. He took out half of it and gave it to Omama, saying, "I'll pay 5,000 dollars first. If you want to make money, there's still half left." Then he waved the remaining 5,000 dollars in his hand.
When Omama saw the thick wad of cash that Jiang Cheng handed to him, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He had been a smuggler in Germany for more than ten years and had been in the taxi business for seven or eight years. He had never seen such a generous passenger. Immediately, he took the 5,000 dollars and said to Jiang Cheng with a smile, "In the words of the people in China, the customer is God. Dear God, where are you going? Your loyal driver and companion, Omama, is willing to take you anywhere you want to go, even to the place where the president lives. "
Jiang Cheng took out his mobile phone and showed an address to Omama, saying, "Take me to this place."
Omama looked at the address and found that it was a famous Chinese district in L City. He could not help but be curious about Jiang Cheng's identity. However, he was very professional and knew that God's secret should not be asked casually. Immediately, he said with a smile, "Okay, God. Please sit down. Today, the lovely and kind Omama will take you to see the scenery of Los Angeles."
Along the way, Omama kept telling Jiang Cheng about the various scenic spots in Los Angeles. After talking with him, Jiang Cheng learned that this world-class metropolis was just a small village 200 years ago, with a population of only a few hundred people. Today, 200 years later, it had tens of millions of permanent residents, and its GDP was as high as hundreds of billions of dollars. This speed was almost catching up with the speed of light. Moreover, real estate accounted for very little of the GDP of Old D, and most of it came from the technology, oil, and aviation industries. Moreover, the houses here were very cheap, unlike those in China.
Any square meter would cost tens of thousands of dollars. One could not even afford a toilet even after working for a year.
Along the way, Omama kept telling Jiang Cheng about the various scenic spots and history. When the car drove to a street, they found that the road ahead was suddenly blocked. It had been almost an hour, and the road had not moved. Puzzled, Jiang Cheng asked, "Omama, what's going on up ahead?"
Omama replied indifferently, "Dear God, it's okay. It's just some students and people from the public demonstrating against the president. I'm used to it."
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng could not help but ask, "Omama, why are they protesting against the president?"
Omama smiled and replied, "Dear God, you're mistaken. I'm not the brother of our president. He has nothing to do with this. It's just that the Ebola virus is getting out of hand. In addition, a few days ago, a rocket worth 200 million dollars exploded during its liftoff. Coincidentally, the Russians succeeded in their liftoff, so the students and taxpayers are not happy about it. They've been making a ruckus all day, saying that the president is incompetent and irresponsible."
This shocked Jiang Cheng. Recently, he had not paid much attention to the news. He did not expect such a thing to happen in Country D, and even the Ebola virus.
Virus? Jiang Cheng suddenly thought of something. Didn't Li Shiya come to Country D? She was a doctor. Could she have come into contact with the virus?
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