The Peerless God of War of the Female President

The next day, Lampang, the second largest city in country T.

As a well-known tourist city in country T, Lampang is not much more prosperous than the capital.The streets are crowded with people, and foreigners of all skin colors are no strangers to the locals.Especially on the streets of Lampang, the most primitive means of transportation - horse-drawn carriages are preserved.

At this time, in a medieval European-style carriage, there were two young men and women with Chinese faces sitting. The man was handsome and stalwart, and the woman had picturesque features. They were Yang Chen and Zuo Ran.

"Boss, you said that if we don't go back to the Southern Region, what will the two brothers of the Sima family think?"

"What else can we think? They will definitely think that we are afraid of being tracked down by the elders, so they dare not go back. In this way, they will be even more convinced that they are our preferred partners."

Zuo Ran nodded in agreement, "I think so too. Sima Rui still has some brains, but it's still a little bit worse than you, a thousand-year-old fox."

Yang Chen glanced at Zuo Ran, "Isn't this all following your script? If I'm a thousand-year-old fox, then you are at least a thousand and one hundred years old."

"Hee hee, that's good, we just make a couple, let's go to cultivate immortality!"

Yang Chen's face turned red, and he gave Zuo Ran a blank look, "No nonsense!"

"Haha! I'm kidding, why are you so serious? Afraid I'll go back and tell my sister-in-law?"

Yang Chen knew that if he continued to entangle with her, he would be exhausted, so he simply stopped talking, leaned on the soft backrest and began to close his eyes to rest his mind.

Zuo Ran deliberately sighed: "Oh! I really envy my sister-in-law. I can meet a top-notch man like you, and I can't get wet."

At this moment, the coachman who was driving turned his head and said to the two of them in T language: "You two, I'm going to stop in front, and you need to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Yang Chen opened his eyes, looked out suspiciously, and asked in a fluent T language: "There is no carriage restriction notice on this road, why don't you leave?"

The coachman pointed to a Xiaguo-style archway in front of the intersection and said: "This is the largest Chinatown in Nanbang, and it is under the jurisdiction of the 'Huaqing Gang'. They don't allow our carriages from country T to enter, so you have to go through it yourself. Or, you can transfer to a carriage run by Chinese."

Yang Chen nodded, took out a Xia Guo's hundred-yuan bill from his pocket and handed it over, and said, "Don't look for it anymore", the driver hurriedly took it happily.

Zuo Ran didn't understand T language, so Yang Chen explained it to her after getting off the car, and Zuo Ran couldn't help but be surprised.

"What kind of gang is the Huaqing Gang? Why is it so powerful locally?"

"The Huaqing Gang was born out of our Xia Guo Hongmen. Although it has disappeared in our country, its development abroad has never stagnated, and there is a trend of getting bigger and bigger. The disciples in the gang are also good and bad, and good and evil are mixed."

"Since this is the case, why don't we settle in another place?"

"No, the person I'm looking for is also a member of the Huaqing Gang. If he settles in another place, it will make him unhappy and think I'm alien."

As Yang Chen said, he walked towards the street, Zuo Ran hurriedly followed, and said in surprise: "Boss, how many secrets do you still have? It's fine to speak T language better than the people of T country, but now there are still some secrets." Gang friend?"

Yang Chen smiled, and said disapprovingly: "Don't you also have a lot of secrets? For example, opening handcuffs with bare hands, such as your relationship with a certain mysterious person."

Zuo Ran narrowed his eyes slightly, then smiled and said, "Do you want to know my secret? As long as you ask, I can tell you!"

"Do not want to."

"In no mood?"

Zuo Ran showed a surprised expression, "I don't share secrets with anyone casually, and now I'm rushing to tell you, you're not interested at all?"

"If I wanted to know your secret, I would have found out a long time ago, but I don't think it's necessary."

"No need? Are you not afraid that I will sell you?"

Yang Chen smiled lightly, "Even if you really want to sell me, you still need a buyer. Are you sure you can find a buyer?"

Zuo Ran tilted his head and thought for a while, "Yes, there are really few people in this world who have the guts to buy you."

"Isn't that all right? So I'm not afraid."

Having said that, Yang Chen found an old Xia Guo-style carriage driving towards him, so he raised his hand to stop the carriage.

"Qingshan Antique Shop."

"okay!"

Yang Chen didn't speak T language, but the coachman responded directly in Chinese, and graciously put down the small wooden stool on tiptoe for Zuo Ran.

After sitting in the carriage, Zuo Ran said comfortably: "Don't tell me, this is really a taste of the ancient style of the Xia Kingdom. Since I was a child, I have longed for the ancient life of 'traveling the world with a sword', and imagined that I was a The heroine in white, walking alone in the rivers and lakes, draws her sword to help when the road is injustice... Hey, what are you laughing at, is it ridiculous?"

Yang Chen couldn't help but smiled and said: "No, I just think that if you walk around the rivers and lakes like this, you will be robbed by bandits to become Mrs. Yazhai before you leave Linhai."

"Tch, he has kung fu, okay? If any bandit dares to rob me, I will eunuch him and send him to the palace!"

"By the way, who did you learn Kung Fu from?"

Facing Yang Chen's sudden question, Zuo Ran was obviously unprepared, and asked in a daze, "Aren't you not interested in my secret? Why are you asking again now?"

Yang Chen shrugged, "It's nothing, it's just an academic exchange. After all, the Yang family has no ancestors to pass down some art of war. There is not much inheritance of ancient martial arts. You must not learn much from the Yang family."

"Then where did you learn your kung fu?"

Yang Chen stared at Zuo Ran's beautiful eyes for a while, then smiled, "You really want to know?"

"That's right, academic exchange, I want to discuss with you if I have the opportunity."

"My mentor is Mr. Mu, have you heard of it?"

Zuo Ran's pupils shrank obviously, "Mr. Mu? Your master is Mr. Mu?!"

"Why, you don't believe it?"

Zuo Ran stroked his chest with his hands, and said with a long breath, "I'm sorry, I was really shocked, your master is actually that old senior who lives at the level of a living god, I can't accept it for a while..."

"Then do you want to have an academic exchange?"

"Forget it, just pretend I didn't agree, and compete with Mr. Mu's disciples. I'm still young, and I want to live a few more years..."

Yang Chen smiled and stopped talking, as if he didn't want to ask about Zuo Ran's master's inheritance anymore.

"My master is Daoist Meng Haichuan."

Hearing this name, Yang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Is Meng Haichuan your master?"

"What? Not like it?"

"No, what I mean is that in terms of seniority, Meng Haichuan is my nephew and you are his disciple, so you should call me master."

"Go, go, don't take advantage of me here! It's such an era, and you're still playing the same old tricks!"

The two talked and laughed all the way, and ten minutes later they heard the bell on the carriage ring, and the coachman smiled and said, "You two, Qingshan Antique Shop is here."

Yang Chen took out two hundred-yuan bills and handed them over, and said as usual: "You don't need to look for it."

Unexpectedly, after the coachman took the money, he said lightly: "My friend, don't make jokes, this money is not enough!"

Yang Chen was stunned for a moment, "It's only been ten minutes since we got on the bus, and the distance is only four or five miles, so 200 yuan is not enough?"

The complimenting smile disappeared from the driver's face at this time, and he became a little arrogant. He raised his chin and said coldly: "Not enough."

"Okay, tell me the number, how much do you want?"

"Five thousand."

"How many?!"

Zuo Ran immediately became angry, "Why don't you go grab it? You want five thousand from us for a two-kilometer road? Even if this is the royal carriage, it won't cost so much, right?"

"Beauty, that's not the way to say it. Who told you not to ask the price when you get in the car!"

"you!"

Zuo Ran was about to speak, but was stopped by Yang Chen raising his hand, took out his wallet from his body, took out a few US dollar bills and handed it over.

"According to today's exchange rate, five thousand is enough, take it."

The coachman took the dollar bills in Yang Chen's hand without saying a word, and then said coldly: "It's still not enough!"

Yang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, and his voice gradually cooled down: "Give me an explanation, why is it still not enough?"

"Because you guys are too long-winded, if you ask this and that, I want 1000 yuan as a consulting fee, isn't that much?"

"Hey, how can you do this? We are all from Xia, and we should take care of each other in a foreign country. How can you cheat your fellow countrymen!"

The coachman snorted coldly, "Don't do anything about compatriots with me here, what I'm doing is cheating compatriots! In a word, give or not?"

Yang Chen packed the money, stared at the driver coldly, and asked slowly: "What if I don't give it?"