"Okay, good, let's change it like this." Old man Wu also agreed very much with Wang Fan's new idea. In fact, this was also his idea, but he still hoped that Wang Fan would propose it.

After wandering around for a long time, the two women rented a small private house with a single door and a courtyard in the suburbs of the city. The structure of this small private house was similar to that of the Prince's Mansion, but it was much smaller in scale. It also had a main building and an annex, and the owner lived in the main building.

, there is only an old couple and their daughter, and they rent out the annex building. The annex building also has eight rooms on the upper and lower floors, which is enough for Wang Fan and four people. You can have meals with the host, or you can cook them yourself, but you just have to share the meal.

Just add more money.

Although Bhutan only allowed foreigners to enter as tourists in the 1980s, due to its unique geographical environment and customs and culture, it immediately attracted tourists from all over the world. The Bhutanese are not short of money and they take care of the environment.

Protection is much more valuable than money, and soon a decree was issued, approving only 10,000 yuan a year.

Each tourist must spend US$200 per day in Bhutan. However, even such harsh laws cannot stop the influx of tourists. Therefore, the living standards of Bhutanese citizens may not be high, but their

The income is not low at all. Among Southeast Asian countries, it is also ranked at the upper-middle level.

The next day, after waiting at the hotel for the couriers to be forwarded from Thailand (these couriers were of course the parts of the monitoring and tracking equipment, they would just be assembled when used), Wang Fan and the others rented a minivan.

Helped move the luggage into the house.

Yu Han and Mr. Wu were responsible for installing and debugging the equipment. Wang Fan and Xiao Shuya jumped on the buns and went straight to the police station where the two gangsters who bullied Ayaka were detained. Wang Fan was worried that since these people were from the Indian mission

personnel, they will inevitably exert pressure through diplomatic channels, and it is estimated that these two people will be released soon.

Have you arrived at the door of the police station? The police station is right next to a small market. People coming and going are all wearing gorgeous local costumes. The costumes of Wang Fan and Wang Fan are too eye-catching.

Wang Fan and Xiao Shuya got out of the car and walked around to the other side of the police station. In a small alley, the Hummer they saw at the foot of Huxue Temple yesterday was also parked there.

"Oh, this Hummer knows that it needs to be low-key? Then we shouldn't be too arrogant." Wang Fan asked Xiao Shuya to go around the neighborhood and buy some local clothes to change into, but he leaned towards the Hummer.

Now Wang Fan wants to install any kind of monitor, tracker, etc. His kung fu has already reached a state of perfection. He doesn't even have to get close to the car. He just puts the tracker on his shoes ten meters away from the car.

, put your feet lightly again

With a flick of the hand, the tracker was firmly installed on the car. But if Wang Fan's ancestors knew that Wang Fan's martial arts was just for doing these sneaky hooks, I wonder if they would be so angry that they would never leave.

Jumped out of the coffin.

After a while, Wang Fan had installed two trackers and three monitors on a small Hummer. Now, even if someone secretly farts in the car, Wang Fan can clearly detect it.

Obtaining it is guaranteed to be foolproof. (Anyway, Wang Fan is already sitting on tens of billions of assets.

He didn’t even pay attention to the Jing clan’s treasure for such a small amount of money.) Xiao Shuya also bought clothes, and the two of them changed into their clothes in a secluded part of the alley, while Wang Fan was still exposing the two of them.

Their face, neck, and hands were all smeared with colored oil, making them look like the skin color of local people.

Wang Fan made up and looked like a local young man. As for Xiao Shuya, Wang Fan did not let her put on the gorgeous Bhutanese women's skirt. Instead, he put a man's robe on her, affixed a wax-piled beard, and then A voice changer is attached to the throat under the beard to turn the delicate and dignified Xiao Shuya into a middle-aged uncle who speaks with a loud voice.

"You did this on purpose." Although Xiao Shuya felt fresh about putting on makeup for the first time, she still felt unwilling to see Wang Fan make herself look so ugly.

"Who said that? No matter how much makeup you put on, a beauty like you will definitely leave an unforgettable and glamorous impression. If you want others to not remember you so easily, the only way to make you look ugly is to make you look ugly."

"Glib tongue," Xiao Shuya scolded her coquettishly, but she completely forgot about her current image and her arrogant voice. She was just saying a nice coquettish sentence, but she didn't vomit out Wang Fan's overnight meal.

The young couple were having fun, and several Asans walked out of the police station. They happened to see a small, middle-aged man chasing a young man like a couple. The Asans couldn't help but have goosebumps all over their bodies. pimple.

Wang Fan took a look and saw that it was the group of people who bullied Ayaka on the mountain road. The one who was walking at the back and couldn't move forward with his legs tightly clamped was caught by Wang Fan and had his acupuncture points tapped. Those two villains who were incontinent.

When the young man saw someone coming, Fei Dan did not dodge, but ran towards them. What was even more annoying was that the young man actually used several Asans as obstacles and played hide and seek with the perverted uncle. Not only Several Ah Sans were dodging in and out, and from time to time they were tugging on this one and pulling on that one, until they were so disgusted that their whole bodies were numb, and they were stuck in place, not daring to move.

Wang Fan saw that the fuss was over, winked at Xiao Shuya, and the two of them disappeared at the end of the alley.

"You are such a bad person. If you tease me like this, I guess these Ah Sans will have nightmares when they sleep these days." Thinking of the expressions of these Ah Sans just now, Xiao Shuya couldn't help laughing for a long time.

Now that the tracker and monitor are installed, the remaining question is how to track it. Wang Fan doesn’t have a car in Bhutan, so does he have to rely on two legs to race against the Hummer?

Wang Fan and Xiao Shuya changed their clothes, took off their disguises, and returned to their original appearance. They returned to the market hand in hand and saw the bread driver who had brought them eating at a food stall.

Wang Fan picked up the driver's collar from behind and pulled him away. The driver was startled, but when he turned around and saw Wang Fan, he said in stammering Chinese, "Brother... eat... eat thing……"

"What are you going to eat? If you don't want to eat, I'm in a hurry. I'll treat you to this meal. When I get to the place, I'll treat you to some authentic Chinese food." Wang Fan winked at Xiao Shuya, and Xiao Shuya went up to pay the bill for the driver.

After getting into the car, Wang Fan helped Shuya adjust the location of her mobile phone, plug in the headphones, and taught her how to use it. Then he handed the entire set of monitoring equipment to Xiao Shuya. Since he couldn't understand what the Ah Sans were saying, he still gave it to her. Let the knowledgeable people do it.

With nothing to do, Wang Fan was in the mood to take a look at this somewhat shabby little bread, and found out that this car was still a small Wuling produced in the early years of China.

"Is the car easy to use?" Wang Fan patted the door on the passenger seat.

The driver, who was still angry because Wang Fan pulled him out of the stall, smiled proudly when he heard Wang Fan talking to him about his car, "Nepal, old car, enough for customers, small car.

, the cabin is big and has a lot of stuff.”

It seems that all men in the world like the same things, weapons, cars and beauties. With these three topics, you can chat with men all over the world. Wang Fan got in the car and chatted with the driver in English, Chinese and sign language along the way.

It's open.

The driver's name was Busang, he was about thirty years old, and he was quite neat and tidy. Since he had received several groups of Chinese people before, he could also speak a few words of Chinese. Wang Fan thought that there were still many places to visit during this period.

I needed the car, so I just spent five hundred dollars to rent it out.

In addition to Wang Fan and Busang's chatting, Xiao Shuya was not bored in the carriage. The fully loaded Hummer in front was so smoked from time to time that the two incontinent figures had to stop due to the "golden objects" accidentally knocked out.

Breathable, and every time at this time, Xiao Shuya would suddenly laugh so hard that she couldn't breathe. Later, Wang Fan also understood, and whenever he saw Xiao Shuya laughing so hard, he asked Busang to stop and take a rest.

After stopping and going like this, the car finally approached the capital city of Cambu, but the Hummer in front did not enter the city. Instead, it turned into a large manor on the outskirts of the city.

"This manor, who? It's beautiful." Wang Fan pointed to the manor in the distance, gave a thumbs up, and casually raised the camera in his hand to take two pictures.

"Speaker Tambu, House, is older than Prince Qiuden. He doesn't like Chinese people, he likes hindoo." Busan answered succinctly, and Wang Fan already had a plan in his mind.

By this time, the sky had darkened, and it happened to be dinner time. It was no longer possible to rush back to eat, so we had to deal with it nearby and treat Busan to a Chinese supper when we returned in the evening.

Busang understood what Wang Fan meant, so he found a small shop next to the manor near Tambu, saying that he wanted to introduce Wang Fan to some special dishes of Bhutan.

In fact, the taste of Bhutan is similar to that of Chinese Tibetans. They also drink salty butter tea and highland barley wine, but the taste is saltier and spicier, especially their national dish emadatshi with chili pepper and cheese, which is even more spicy.

People breathe fire.

Wang Fan only took a small sip, his face immediately turned red, his forehead was sweating, and he stuck out his tongue and gasped.

"Drink water and rinse your mouth. Hahaha." Busang was happy that he had finally teased Wang Fan.

Wang Fan took a big sip of black tea and ran to the bathroom. But as soon as he turned a corner and spit out the black tea, Wang Fan acted like nothing happened. In fact, he was not being hurt, it was just a way to confuse Busang.

Wang Fan walked out of the shop and walked to the edge of Tambu's manor. The wall of the manor was only about two meters long. Wang Fan didn't even need to run. He just touched his toes and climbed over the wall.

After all, this was the Speaker's home, and there were still guards. However, Wang Fan had already thrown them away with just a few jumps.
Chapter completed!