Two days later, a Boeing 747 passenger plane flying from Shanghai, China landed at the international airport of L City. Passengers slowly walked off the passenger plane under the guidance of flight attendants and set foot on this world-famous metropolis.

Jiang Cheng walked down the stairs of the plane empty-handedly, stepped on the ground of the airport with his feet, and observed the environment of the airport, and found that Old D was full of cameras. In order to avoid being targeted by the special information agencies of Country D, Jiang Cheng bought a full set of outfits, a pair of Tyrannosaurus glasses, changed into a black suit that looked relatively normal, and bought a briefcase with seriousness, stuffed with newspapers he had just bought, looking like a business person who had just arrived from China.

After leaving the airport gate, Jiang Cheng raised his hand at the taxi stop and immediately a Ford sedan parked beside him. A black driver smiled and asked, "From Mr. China, where are you going?"

Jiang Cheng was stunned after hearing this. He never thought that what popped out of the black man's mouth was not English, but Chinese, and it was very standard. He couldn't help but ask: "How do you know I am Chinese?"

The black brother said proudly: "Sir, you underestimate me too much. I am a well-known local expert. In the words of your Chinese martial arts novels, you just ask all the local things, on the surface, on the private side, and even what color of underwear mayor wear today. As for why you can tell that you are Chinese at a glance, it is even simpler."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but say something strange: "Oh? Then if you can tell me one, two, three, and four, I will book your car for one thousand dollars a day, how about it?"

When the black brother heard the commission of one thousand US dollars a day, his eyes immediately lit up. He immediately opened the back door attentively and said to Jiang Cheng with a smile on his face: "Sir, please get in the car first, I will tell you slowly on the way!"

Jiang Cheng looked at the black driver and found nothing wrong, so he sat in the back seat of Ford. When the black driver saw Jiang Cheng getting in the car, he immediately got in the car happily. After fastening his seat belt, he stretched out his right hand and said to Jiang Cheng: "Hello sir, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ohamma, I'm from beautiful Tanzania. I'm very happy to see you, sir."

Jiang Cheng also stretched out his hand and shook him, and smiled and said, "My name is Jiang Wei, I come from the beautiful China. Now you can tell me why you can tell at a glance that I am Chinese!"

O'hamma heard this and said with a smile: "Sir, that's really easy. First of all, you can tell that you are not a Japanese. Japanese are not as tall as you. When you look at your skin, you don't look like Koreans. Because you are not as white as Korean men, your skin looks a little dark inside, which means you are from Southeast Asia. And I know that at this point in time, there are no flights from Southeast Asia, only flights from Shanghai, China. So, I'm sure you are a Chinese."

Jiang Cheng was completely convinced by Ohamma. He didn't expect that this black man from a small African country was so powerful. He could infer his nationality based on so few clues. It turns out that the IQ of African brothers cannot be underestimated!

Jiang Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, I have booked your car. I will do something here these days, so you need to follow me 24 hours a day. I have a phone call and you must appear in front of me immediately. How about it?"

After hearing this, Ohamma thought for a while and said, "Mr. Jiang, you have to pay the fare of 1,000 US dollars today. I will charge it the next day tomorrow. What do you think?"

Without thinking, Jiang Cheng took out the 10,000 US dollars he had just withdrawn from his pocket at the airport, took half of it and handed it to Ohamma, and said, "I'll pay 5,000 first. If you want to make money, there is still half." As he said that, he raised the remaining 5,000 US dollars in his hand.

When Ohamma looked at the thick stack of cash handed over by Jiang Cheng, his eyes were already straightened. He had been smuggled into Country D for more than ten years and had been engaged in the taxi industry for seven or eight years. He had never seen such a generous passenger. He immediately reached out to take the five thousand dollars and said to Jiang Cheng with a smile: "In the words of you Chinese people, the customer is God. Dear God, where are you going? Your loyal driver and friend Ohamma is willing to take you anywhere you want, even where the president lives."

Jiang Cheng took out his cell phone, called out an address for Ohamma to look at it, and said, "Take me to this place."

Ohamma looked at it and found that the address above was the famous Chinese rich district in L City. He couldn't help but be curious about Jiang Cheng's identity. However, he is very professional and knows God's secrets that cannot be asked casually. He immediately smiled and said, "Okay, God, please sit down. Today, the cute and kind Ohamma will take you to experience the scenery of Los Angeles."

Along the way, Ohamma kept explaining various attractions in Los Angeles to Jiang Cheng. After talking, Jiang Cheng realized that this world-class metropolis was just a small village two hundred years ago, with a population of only a few hundred people. Today, two hundred years later, it has tens of millions of permanent residents and a GDP of hundreds of billions of dollars. This speed is simply as fast as the speed of light. Moreover, the GDP of Old D is very small, and the majority are technology and oil and aviation industries. Moreover, houses are very cheap, just like in China. Any square meter is tens of thousands, and I can't afford a toilet for a year of working.

Ohamma kept muttering and introducing various attractions and history to Jiang Cheng. When the car drove to a block, it found that the road ahead was suddenly blocked. It had been blocked for nearly an hour and had not moved. Jiang Cheng asked in confusion: "Ohamma, what's wrong with the front?"

Ohamma replied indifferently: "Dear God, it's okay. It's just a few students and people in the community are holding a march against the president. I'm used to it."

Jiang Cheng looked at it and asked, "Ohamma, why do they oppose the president?"

O'hamma replied with a smile: "Dear God, you're wrong. I'm not our president's brother. He has nothing to do with it. It's just that the Ebola virus is a bit terrible now. In addition, a few days ago, our rocket worth 200 million US dollars exploded in the air, and the Russians just took off successfully, so the students and taxpayers were not happy. They all day long said that the president was incompetent and irresponsible."

This made Jiang Cheng fall to Lei. He hasn't paid much attention to the news recently. He didn't expect that all these things happened in Country D and even caused some Ebola virus.

Virus? Jiang Cheng suddenly remembered something. Didn’t Li Shiya come to Country D? She is a doctor, so will she be exposed to this virus?
Chapter completed!