"What?!

You didn't hear it clearly, Mr. Police Officer, I said it's a red light now!

You look there, it hasn't changed yet!"

The Indian driver shouted excitedly when he bent down to get his driver's license.

The red light here is particularly long, and there are still two minutes left. Han Xuanla has good handbrakes, turned his head and looked out the window, looking at the traffic police.

Han Xuan certainly cannot reach the age of driving a car stipulated by Indian law, but the traffic police looked at the golden calf logo on the wheel.

He gasped and thought of the magazine he had seen, pretended not to see it, smiled, continued to stare at the Indian driver, and said:

“I have been working as a traffic police officer in Bangalore for the past 20 years.

And I see that only these foreigners are following traffic rules. If an Indian is in Bangalore, or even in India, it is only when the sun comes out from the west.

I very much doubt your motive...

Huh?

You actually have a driver's license?

It seems that the situation has become even worse. No Indian will carry a driver's license when driving.

Just now I just need to fine 5oo rupees, but now I decided to fine you 1oo rupees..."

Han Xuan showed the Indian driver, and he burst into laughter as if he was shocked when he saw a ghost.

Leaning on the steering wheel, my body twitched and I couldn't stop at all.

Isabelle also heard their conversation, her lips curled upwards, and she shouted out the window in English: "Mr. Traffic Police, why did you do this?"

There are hundreds of dialects in various regions of India, and the widest language is English, so the traffic policeman could understand Isabelle's words.

Foreigners living in India have the status of some white people, and even have started emerging professions such as "reporting the case on behalf of others".

When locals go to the police station to report the case, the police will not care about it and do whatever they want. If something happens to foreigners, the rate of solving the case will greatly increase.

Therefore, if someone loses his son and daughter, or his property is stolen, he will give a white foreigner some money to help report the case.

Foreigners said that they were relatives of their families, and the rate of case solving suddenly became extremely high, which is very similar to China in this regard...

The traffic policeman knew that the car was a child of a wealthy foreign family, and he was a big shot who could drive foreign cars to India.

He replied respectfully: "Breaking traffic rules has become our habit. If he follows the rules, he will be looked down upon and hinder traffic.

In our city of Bangalore, this man who follows the rules is like the eighth wonder of the world.

He should have learned more, and I hope this heavy punishment will teach him a lesson and never abide by traffic rules in the future."

Faced with such a weird answer, Han Xuan smiled even happier, and even felt pain in his stomach. When the red light was about to pass, he said to the traffic policeman:

“He probably saw us stop at the red light, so he stopped.

This is all our fault. I hope you can spare him this time. I think he will definitely not look at whether it is a red or a green light in the future... and then drive it over directly."

The traffic police closed the notebook happily and saw Han Xuan stuffing a 20-dollar bill out of the crack in the window. His face was very bright, "I'll listen to you."

This gentleman has helped you, why don’t you thank him?”

The driver cried with a sad face, faced the traffic police's threatening look and said politely: "Thank you..."

With the traffic police riding a motorcycle to drive the road, the traffic situation in Bangalore suddenly improved.

There is no difference between red lights and green lights, there are green lights all the way, and soon we arrived at the luxury government office building located in the city center.

Compared with the dilapidated buildings around, this seventeen-story building is very dazzling, with the dark blue glass on the exterior wall being particularly dazzling under the sun.

The meeting time agreed with the mayor of Bangalore is at nine o'clock, and it is already nine o'clock now.

Han Xuan was abiding by local customs...half an hour later than the agreed time.

In fact, half an hour was already early. According to Han Xuan's idea, it should be an hour late.

But Isabelle was impatient and repeatedly urged her, and she came so early.

Entering the government office building, I asked a beautiful Indian girl at the front desk.

Sure enough, the mayor had not arrived yet, so she asked them to wait in the lounge area next to the hall first.

“So, Indians are not without reason.

In my impression, the people of this country are the laziest, no one.

They went to work at nine o'clock in the morning and were about half an hour late.

If anyone arrives early on time, the boss will doubt whether he has any bad intentions.

After a few dozen minutes of work, all employees, including the boss, gathered together for morning tea at around 10 o'clock.

Drink for half an hour, then go to work, waiting for the arrival of off-get off work time."

Han Xuan said with a smile. All these things he said were true. The San Francisco Chronicle once reported on these, scaring away many Americans who wanted to invest in India.

After drinking morning tea, there is another afternoon tea in the afternoon, which has become a habit.

From the president to the beggar, employees in any industry are very lazy and will only be slightly better in the future, but they are just some...

They sat down on the luxurious cowhide sand.

Suddenly, a bearded old man with a red cloth strip wrapped around his head ran in from the door.

The old man threw the two large bamboo baskets in his hand on the ground, and as the lid opened, many black snakes ran out.

There were thirty or forty pieces, scattering and twisting their bodies. When the security guard ran over, some of them stood upright, with their necks spreading, revealing two round patterns behind them.

The white abdomen had black stripes and looked terrifying. The surrounding city hall employees were so scared that they ran around and screamed.

Han Xuan was born to hate snakes, probably because a milk snake ran to his bed when he was a child.

I was only a few months old at that time and couldn't drive it away. I was scared to tears for the first time in my life.

At this time, we changed from sitting on the sand to standing on the sand.

The old man who threw the snake in excitedly shouted something in the local dialect.

Han Xuan could not fully understand it. From several words, he guessed that he was complaining about the local government, which caused his son to go bankrupt and jump off the building. As soon as he finished speaking, he was pressed to the ground by the security guard.

The way out has been blocked by these Indian cobras. Seeing a few people twisting their bodies and crawling over, George decisively shot them, and shot their heads.

The cobra's head was broken and his body was still twisting.

When Han Xuan looked away, he clearly saw a very aggressive cobra chasing a fat Indian man with dark skin.

The fat man looked back and found that he could not escape the cobra.

He simply turned around and jumped up, squatted down and grabbed the snake, approached it, opened its mouth and bit it.

The scene shocked Han Xuan's chin. There were such a fierce and powerful man in the world!

The snake wants to bite it, but it is unwilling to suffer any loss at all. It's really powerful...

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Chapter completed!