Chapter 7

Lublin.

Located in the eastern part of Poland, it was built in the 9th century AD. It is a thousand-year-old city. When the first ray of sunshine bathed, this "Polish Industrial City" began to gradually wake up.

A heavy-duty pickup truck nearly 7 meters long drove into the gas station with wind and frost. The tires nearly 1 meter high roughed the snow and stopped firmly in front of the fuel compartment. When the door was opened, the frost hanging on it After shaking their heads, Tang Dao and the others yawned and got out of the car with tired faces. There was still gum in their eye sockets.

"Boss, fill up the gas, and bring three more barrels of instant noodles." Tang Dao reached into his shirt, squeezed out five sheets of Alexander Hamilton ($10), straightened the curled corners and handed them over, wearing red The male staff in overalls and glasses looked at it several times, and glanced at it from time to time.

"Hey! What are you looking at? Don't you see that we are starving to death?" Osborn thumped his fist on the table, pulled off his hood, and revealed a beard like a lion king, staring. This man from Warsaw It took nearly 40 hours to drive to Lublin, and everyone was going crazy, and now the waiter is still slow.

I really want to turn his head 180°.

"Horse... right away, sir." When did this waiter see this scene, his little face turned pale with fright, his hands and feet slipped a lot, after getting back the change, he hugged three barrels of instant noodles from the container behind him, and was very considerate help pour water.

Holding the instant noodles, the three of them squatted on the steps of the gas station and waited for the noodles to be cooked.

"Boss, what is the value of these shipments to Ukraine?" Osborne kept talking. After staying with the guy for a long time, he understood that he is a lazy toad. You have to have time to kick him twice. If you don't, He might jump on your head one day.

"Who said I want to exchange dollars?"

Tang Dao asked rhetorically, don't you want to exchange dollars? Is it for rubles?

Robert, who was holding the instant noodles and smelling the scent through the gap with his dog's nose, also raised his head in surprise.

"You are a murderer, this is a hyena, and I was also hunted by the Warsaw Police Department. We are all talents, so of course we have to do something great." Tang Dao turned around, just in time to see the waiter leaning forward, sideways Ears, seeing Tang Dao looking over, quickly stood up straight, pretending to be nonchalant.

"Eat the noodles first, and you will know when the time comes."

There are too many people here, so it's inconvenient to say more. Osborne and the two nodded, and glanced at the waiter. The latter's sphincter muscle tightened and his scalp went numb. He instinctively told himself that these people didn't seem to be kind.

He only took a few mouthfuls of instant noodles, and almost finished the soup before he half-filled his stomach. Tang Dao licked the scent left on his gums with his tongue, and patted his pocket. The smoke was gone. Like ants scratching, walk in, "Come pack a pack of cigarettes, then make a phone call."

The waiter hurriedly took the bag of Marlboro, tore it open with a Tang knife, and took the root in his mouth. He half held the microphone with his left hand, and touched his pocket with his right hand. After a pause, he snapped his fingers at the other party, and pointed at the lighter.

If there is smoke and no fire, it is difficult to achieve a positive result, and if there is fire and no smoke, it is difficult to become a god!

The waiter handed over the lighter with both hands, Tang Dao just "poofed" the gear teeth, and the flame just came out, and the other end of the phone picked up, but he didn't speak.

"tire?"

"Which one are you?"

"I have arrived in Lublin, from Warsaw." Tang Dao said.

There was silence on the opposite side, but Tang Dao still heard the sound of flipping a book. He was not in a hurry, just waited, and had time to take two puffs of cigarettes. After about a minute, the other party said, "Oh, Mr. Nicholas ? I can wait for you, I thought you were kidnapped by that **** Polish bandit."

Nicholas is Tang Dao's pseudonym for himself.

People in Jianghu, who the **** use their real names?

"Where are you now?" Tang Dao asked directly.

"Half an hour later, we will meet at the 911 bar on Tula Black Street. I like to have a golden butterfly tattooed on my sleeve." Shaking his head, "How much?"

"25 cents, sir." The waiter smiled.

Tang Dao took out a five dollar from his pocket, thought about it and put it back, found a piece of Washington, and threw it on the table, "No need to look for it, let me ask you a question, how do I get to Tola Negro Street?"

The waiter looked surprised, but few people would tip the gas station, but with 75 cents for nothing, you can go to McDonald's for a whole hamburger.

Perhaps for the sake of Washington, he clearly pointed the way to Tang Dao, and also persuaded, "That place is very chaotic at night, where most of the unemployed black people at the bottom gather, and the police and gentlemen are not there at night." Dare to go, what's the difference between a drunk black man and a springy wild dog."

I have said a lot, anyway, the same as the previous part, it is very dangerous, if you are not careful, you will lose your life there.

Tang Dao looked back at Osborne, who was staring at Robert, and smiled, "I like that place, thank you very much for reminding me, sir, I wish you a good evening."

He waved his hands while talking, walked out of the store, and kicked the British guy lightly, "You follow me to find someone, Robert will keep the cart."

Osborn stared half-eyed, muttered a few words, licked the instant noodles with his deep tongue, threw the empty box in the trash can, patted his buttocks and stood up, stroked his hair, followed slowly and reluctantly Behind Tang Dao, he took two steps and turned his head, and raised a **** towards Robert.

"Idiot", Robert scolded, clutching his stomach, with a bit of confusion on his face, but the endless aftertaste in his mouth made him make up his mind.

"Another three buckets of instant noodles!"

Mixed with harsh music, idiots shaking their heads like mental patients, and stinky blacks, this is the composition of the bar on Tola Black Street.

Tang Dao frowned, he didn't like the environment here very much, Osborne pinched his nose, his face was almost green, and muffled, "Boss, what are we doing here? Ugh! Damn it, the black people in this place stink too much Now, is this a bar or a toilet?"

"Come... let's have a drink." A black middle-aged man who was too drunk leaned forward staggeringly, his eyes wandering.

"Dude, don't let me break your hand." Tang Dao took a step back, his eyes narrowed.

The black man smiled and took his hand out of Tang Dao's pocket, with no hint of drunkenness in his eyes, he stretched out his hand generously, "Mark Twain, you can call me Gold Coin, I'm from here..." He turned his fingers, "Responsible people".

Mark Twain?

Is this a low profile writer?

Tang Dao complained in his heart, and after looking at the unknown liquid in the opponent's hand, he finally put his hand back in his pocket, "I'm just here to find someone." As he said, he walked around him and walked towards the booth. Osborne looked at Mark Twain with a teasing face, lowered his voice, "N****!"

Mark Twain's face suddenly turned fierce, and the veins on his forehead exploded instantly.

This term originated from the disparaging term when white Americans enslaved African blacks. It represented the "inferiority" of black blood in society at that time. It was a word created specifically for discrimination. It is the same as "H****" for Chinese, with serious racial discrimination. .