Chapter 167 Vietnam is not a paradise

Chapter 167 [Vietnam is not a paradise] (Part 1) With the deceleration, the car has moved out of the highway and turned into an ordinary one.

I know that Haiphong City is coming soon.

It's past eight o'clock in the evening, and it's completely dark.

The bus drove to a passenger terminal.

To be honest, this passenger station is really a little broken. I took a look. The facilities here and the overall environment are not much different from the county seat in China in the 1980s.

When the four of us men walked out of the passenger terminal, Hong Da and I walked in the front, and Xi Luo and Hong Da's bodyguards walked behind.

I obviously felt that when the bodyguard faced us, his face had a complicated meaning and maybe a little hostility.

I understand that this is because I easily subdued him when I was on the yacht. I'm afraid he is still very unconvinced.

"Do we need to keep a low profile?"

I sighed: "The yacht is still parked by the sea... In case it is discovered..." Hong laughed: "That's in Xialong Bay, and the body of the poisoned crew has been thrown into the sea by us.

When I called to rent a yacht, I arranged it through my friends in Vietnam... Don't worry, they can't find us now... As for the police... Let me tell you, the best in Vietnam is their police! Their police are nothing at all!" I smiled.

After all, Hong knows Vietnam better than me, so I didn't refute it.

Out of the passenger terminal, the public security of Haiphong City immediately left a deep impression on me! As soon as we walked out of the gate, countless drivers gathered around.

A swarm of bees enthusiastically enthusiasm us, some speak stiff Chinese, some speak Vietnamese, and some simply come to pull us.

These are all taxi drivers who specialize in soliciting passengers at the station.

More than a dozen people surrounded us, and at the same time I felt that some beggar-like children also squeezed in... I felt that someone was trying to take out my pocket! I shouted immediately.

Push away the guy in front of me with both hands! Then I twisted the hand that was touching my pocket.

I tried my best to push away the people on both sides and looked at the person I pinched my hand angrily... This is a child, only eleven or twelve years old at most, very thin and dirty.

A pair of eyes looked at me timidly.

The anger on my face disappeared little by little, and then slowly let go of him and said coldly in English, "Go away!" Hong Da and others were also a little entangled by these drivers. Xi Luo and the bodyguard escorted Hong Da out. Those drivers kept pulling their clothes like cowhide candy. They were just a bunch of scoundrels! Ciro is a little angry.

Young people are very angry! He grabbed a man closest to him, then grabbed his shoulder, threw it casually, and the man flew out! Then Ciro tripped the man next to him again.

pushed him away, pulled Hong Da and walked out.

Now it's a disaster. The other party came up with a group of people! Even some other drivers who were standing on both sides rushed up! Looking at dozens of people on the other side, Silo's face was full of anger. As he protected Hong, he stood in the front and stared at them angrily.

I quickly hugged Ciro and walked back, and then Hong Da immediately opened his mouth loudly! He spoke Vietnamese and shouted a few words to the gang of hooligan drivers.

I don't know what he is talking about, but after listening to Hong Da's words, the other party's people are obviously a little hesitant.

Hong Da continued to talk to them, then took out a few Vietnamese dong bills from his pocket, bent down and put them on the ground, spread out his hands and stepped back two steps.

He continued to say a few words loudly... The atmosphere was a little less tense, and the gang of hooligan drivers were not so tight.

We continued to retreat. I saw someone come up and pick up the money on the ground. I took a look and waved to the hooligan drivers behind me, and then everyone dispersed.

When Hong Da turned around, I saw some sweat on his forehead. Obviously, he was a little nervous just now.

I frowned. Before I could speak, Ciro was already a little unhappy and said coldly, "Why did you give them the money just now?" Hong Da pulled us away from the station and walked quickly to the street. At the same time, with a somewhat mocking tone, he took a look at Silo: "Kid! Do you think you are good at fighting? Aren't you afraid of those guys?" Silo said anran, "We don't pay attention to so many people!" Then he patted his waist: "These are just a bunch of hooligan drivers in the station."

"Yes, they are indeed the car bullies in the station."

Hong Da said seriously, "Generally speaking, these guys are specifically targeting some foreign tourists and rarely against Vietnamese. Just now he heard you speak Chinese, so there are so many people coming over... Do you know? In North Vietnam, the local people are not so friendly to Chinese people! What's the reason? I don't think I need to say more.

He pointed to the station that had gone away behind him and said slowly, "These guys are very united to make a living in the station!" They can find hundreds of people with just one roar! If you can fight again, how much can you play? Ten? Twenty?? Humph... Don't count on the police. Let me tell you, here, especially in the north of Vietnam, in Haiphong, the police are the most useless... The police dare not come forward for you in this kind of thing.

"But we have guns."

Ciro is a little unconvinced.

"Gun?" Hong Da laughed. He patted Ciro on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Kid, what do you think this is? This is Vietnam! Vietnam!!" As he walked, he said in a mocking tone, "In the last century, Vietnam has almost experienced war!" First, fight with the French, South Vietnam and North Vietnam, then fight with the Americans, and finally fight with the Chinese... The Vietnamese have survived the war! Gun? Let me tell you, the number of guns hidden in Vietnamese people is definitely among the best in the world! Believe it or not, there must be a lot of people hiding guns in the car of the gangster drivers at the station just now!! Do you know? In several wars in the last century, almost all of Vietnam were soldiers! Even now, if you pull any old lady out in the countryside and give her a submachine gun, she can use it skillfully!" He looked at Ciro with a mocking look: "Do you understand what I mean?" Ciro was silent for a while. He took a deep breath and nodded: "OK."

I came and patted Ciro on the shoulder and smiled at him.

After all, this young man still lacks training and does not have much experience in going out. It is normal for young people to have a hot temper.

Besides, I really like this brother, and I still need to comfort him properly.

We walked halfway out of the street before stopping a taxi.

Basically, this is a regular taxi, and those in the station are all black cars.

Hong Da is really familiar with Vietnam. After getting on the bus, he immediately reported the name of a hotel, and it is also the best hotel in Haiphong, which is said to be a four-star hotel.

As for whether it is really a four-star star or not, only the old genius knows.

The car entered the center of Haiphong City. I saw both sides of the road outside, and the streets were a little lively, but it still felt very dilapidated. Obviously, the economy here was not developed.

Most of the houses on both sides of the street are very short and narrow. Most of them are private houses. Basically, a seven- or eight-story building is already a high-rise building.

Those stores on both sides... are more like night market stalls than stores.

Everything here is really like a small Chinese city in the 1980s. The first impression of the street is: dirty and old.

I also found a very strange phenomenon. You can see many middle-aged men and old people on the street. You can often see some people with disabilities, some missing arms, some missing a leg... "These are all left by the war."

Hong sighed: "Vietnam is only 30 years away from the end of the last war.

Vietnam was almost at war in the last century, and the proportion of the country's population was also very disproportioned, with fewer men and more women.

And many of the remaining men are disabled.

Our car finally parked in front of a hotel.

Thankfully, this hotel looks good. At least from the outside, the whole building is clean.

There was also a doorman at the door of the hotel to help us open the door.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a rapid siren on the street behind me! The shrill voice roared, and then four or five police cars were seen flying across the street! Then, I saw a military truck, which was full of military uniforms, guns, and heavily armed soldiers! This military vehicle also followed closely behind the police car! Then another military vehicle went over... It was also full of soldiers... I frowned and took a look at Hong Da: "What's wrong? Is something wrong here? Or is it a coup?" Hong Da raised his eyebrows and casually asked the doorman. After the doorman answered a few words, Hong Da told me indifferently, "It's okay, it's normal... It seems that there was a small public security problem in the square in front of him, just a small public security conflict.

Such security incidents often happen here.

I'm speechless... a small security problem? Need to send out so many policemen? So many troops? Hong Da saw my doubts and said with a smile, "Brother, you really don't know Vietnam.

That's how it is.

I said that the police here are useless, because the folk customs are strong, and many people have guns at home. If the police can't control the situation, they can only rely on the army.

Don't worry, things are normal. Let's go into the hotel and have a good rest... Alas, now I really want to have a drink!" I took a look at Ciro and found that Ciro was also looking at me.

I suddenly realized that when I was at the station, if it hadn't been for Hongda's timely intervention, if we had drunk those hooligan drivers and clashed... I'm afraid it would also be a "small security problem".