I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 506
Only then did Wang Yuchuan realize that Lao Jintou got up and said angrily.

He smacked his lips, the expression on his face was as if he had discovered a new continent.

Old Jintou got angry, shook his head, and simply ignored him.

Wang Yuchuan hurriedly grabbed his arm, and pointed to the photo on the screen of the mobile phone, which was the cover photo taken for him by Time Magazine.

In the photo, an old man with a happy face folded his arms, looked at the camera with a smile, and showed strong confidence in his eyes. He is 1.6 meters tall and has an aura of [-] meters.

Lao Jintou leaned his face closer, squinted his eyes, and looked at the person in the photo carefully, and couldn't help but be puzzled: "Who is this?"

"Nehru Singh, a profiteer, specializes in opposing Chinese companies."

Wang Yuchuan gave a high-level introduction to this person in extremely condensed language.

A profiteer, a profiteer who specializes in trouble with Huaxia, with the blessing of these two attributes, whether it is Wang Yuchuan or Lao Jintou, he is sentenced to death in his heart.

"It's over for this person to be killed, and it's a disaster to keep him." Old Jintou said casually.

"That's why I need your help."

"What's the matter?" Old Jin raised his brows.

"Send me to him, now, immediately, quickly, I want to see him before the end of the recording."

"Where is he?" Old Jintou asked casually.

"Texas, USA."

"Eh..." Old Jintou glanced at him: "Don't you know where is the territory of the Holy See?"

"I really don't know." Wang Yuchuan looked confused.

"You are so ignorant."

Old Jintou looked at him with a look of resentment: "Didn't Murong Yue give you permission to check the Longbao intelligence database? Do more research when you have nothing to do."

"Is it okay to talk about business?" Wang Yuchuan lost his patience.

"You went to kill people on other people's land, did you visit the pier?" Old Jintou continued to circle around with him.

"Is it necessary?" Wang Yuchuan raised his voice, enough to show how impatient he is now.

The taxi driver couldn't help but glanced at the rearview mirror of the car. Well, this time, Wang Yuchuan was once again treated as a psychopath.

"Why don't you need it?" Old Jintou asked back: "If this kid is backed by the Holy See and you kill him, can the Holy See let you go? You don't think you have enough troubles."

"Okay, okay, don't kill him, don't kill him." Wang Yuchuan waved his hand: "I'll just ask him for some money, okay?"

"Well, the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry. I'll see you off. Don't blame me if something really happens."

Lao Jintou cleared up his responsibility, Wang Yuchuan was annoyed by his mother-in-law and mother, so he agreed without thinking.

Old Jintou withdrew his gaze from him, calmed down, and muttered words while sealing his seals.

The faint golden light radiated like water waves. After a while, a mass of white light suddenly shone into the windshield. The driver was startled, and subconsciously raised his hand to block his eyes.Down
In a second, the taxi Wang Yuchuan was riding in plunged into a whirlpool.

The white light disappeared, the taxi driver instinctively stepped on the brakes, and then he slowly raised his head.

Just now he was driving on a secluded forest road, the night was dark and the stars in the sky were dim.

The next moment, he was in the middle of the busy city, with tall buildings standing on both sides of the street, and under the clear sunlight, a car whizzed past him.

The taxi driver held the steering wheel with a dazed expression on his face.

He couldn't help muttering: "What the hell is this place?"

"Welcome to America, here, the fare."

Wang Yuchuan threw him a bag of diamonds as compensation.

He pushed the door and got out of the car without waiting for the driver to react.

The streets were crowded with people and pigeons were flying over the square. Wang Yuchuan looked up and saw a building called the National Comprehensive Broadcasting Building standing in front of him.

Nehru was in this building. He breathed a sigh of relief, lifted his legs up the steps, and hurried into the building.

After Wang Yuchuan left, the taxi driver hurriedly got out of the car and stood alone on the street in the United States. He looked around blankly, and a little girl kindly handed him a leaflet.

"Make America Great Again."

This is the slogan shouted by the presidential candidate from Prang District this time.

The taxi driver suddenly realized something, grabbed the little girl by the shoulder, and hurriedly asked in English, "What is this place?"

The little girl looked at the strange man in front of her vigilantly, and replied tremblingly, "Plan District, Texas."

After she finished speaking, she pushed the taxi driver away and ran away in a panic.

The taxi driver stood there stupidly, stroking his bald head out of habit.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the United States from the hinterland of West Asia, separated by several East Asian countries and the Pacific Ocean.

He slumped on the ground, and after a long time, he said in a daze, "It turns out that aliens really exist."

Wang Yuchuan didn't know that in the taxi driver's heart, he had upgraded from a neurotic to an alien, even if he knew, he didn't care much.

Because all his attention is now on the No. 3 studio hall.

Just behind this door, Nehru is talking loudly in front of the camera.

He took the elevator up with the invisibility spell.One by one staff hurriedly passed by him, even though Wang Yuchuan lifted the invisibility spell, no one noticed him.

Nehru was notoriously difficult to serve in his industry. All of these staff members were highly stressed, and no one wanted to make mistakes and be reprimanded by the leaders in Taiwan.

Just like that, Wang Yuchuan quietly followed the field staff into the recording hall.

He found a seat in the back row and sat down, hiding in the shadows, as quiet as a poisonous snake lurking in the grass, always looking for opportunities to prey.

Nehru spoke English with a strong Sanskrit accent, and spoke very fast, even Wang Yuchuan, who had half the English proficiency, could not understand at all.

So, the waiting process is called a torment.

In a trance, he felt that he was back in the examination room, nervously listening to the English listening questions played on the radio.

As a habit, Wang Yuchuan was drowsy with his chin resting on his hands.

"The host is in good shape."

The old Jintou looked at the blond host with admiration, Wang Yuchuan glanced at the host, and said, "It's very exciting to have a protruding front and a curved back."

"Fucked her." Old Jintou's attitude was very firm, and his tone was decisive.

Wang Yuchuan glared at him angrily: "While I'm doing business, can you stop for a while? Why, I'm not sleepy anymore."

"You child, you really don't have fun." Old Jintou complained: "What's the point of fighting? It's not as fun as picking up girls."

(End of this chapter)