The motorcycle was out of gas, so Xia Chen found a portable oil drum to refuel the motorcycle.
Luoyang took advantage of this moment to dial Mohammadi's number that he saw on the information.
I was blocked when the call didn't go through.
Luoyang was stunned for a moment, feeling a bit sudden, but he soon found out the reason. The operator of his mobile phone number was China Telecom. Although he made the call in Delan City, Mohammadi received
The call was from overseas. Telecom fraud is rampant these days, so it is normal for the old professor to have a fraud prevention mentality.
Luoyang dialed the number again.
This time the call went through.
"Excuse me, are you Professor Mohammadi?" Luoyang is already quite proficient in English. The more times he goes abroad, the better his level will naturally become.
"I am, who are you?" Mohammadi's voice was filled with vigilance and temptation.
Luoyang said: "My name is Luoyang, and I come from China."
"I don't know you, why are you calling me?"
"I have something very important to talk to you about. Can we meet?"
"What's important?"
"It's hard to talk over the phone. Let's meet. You decide the location." Luoyang said.
"You are such a strange person. I don't know you at all. Why should I meet you? Don't call me again. I won't answer your calls."
"Wait! What I want to say is related to your sister Melissa. I have her belongings."
"What...what did you say?" Mohammadi's voice trembled a little.
Luoyang spoke clearly: "I have the relics of your sister Melissa, and I also know some things about her. I can give the relics to you, and I can also talk to you about her story, but it is not convenient to do so on the phone.
Let’s find a place to meet.”
"There is a market on the right side of Delan University. There is a teahouse called Camel inside. We will meet there."
Luoyang said: "Okay, I'll leave now."
Xia Chen walked over pushing a motorcycle. It was a motorcycle made in Persia, with a displacement of 125mm. It was rusty in many places, making people worried about its performance.
"Brother Xia, I made an appointment with Professor Mohammadi. There is a market on the right side of Delan University. I will meet him at the camel teahouse in the market. You can just take me to the entrance of the market." Luoyang explained.
situation.
"Get in the car." Xia Chen got on the motorcycle first.
Luoyang climbed onto the back seat of the motorcycle.
Xia Chen stepped on the ignition and drove away. A thick black smoke came out of the exhaust pipe, and then he put it into gear and rode. There was a small courtyard at the inn with a narrow door, but he actually rode out smoothly.
, the technology is good.
Luoyang looked back and saw that the inn had disappeared into a group of low and dilapidated buildings and could not be found.
"Brother Luo, who did you learn this skill from?" Xia Chen found a topic to chat with Luoyang.
"My grandpa, I started learning when I was a few years old. It's not easy." A series of past events flashed through Luoyang's mind.
This statement is actually wrong. He doesn't know who his biological parents are. It was Wu Xu who found him, which means that he is the person chosen by Wu Xu. He can get the inheritance from Wu Xu, but his grandfather cannot. From
To understand it from this perspective, it means that he is born with some skills, but in this situation he cannot talk to Xia Chen.
In the final analysis, reincarnation is really a technical job.
Xia Chen didn't ask much, just asked casually, and then talked about something else: "Brother Luo, I can get out of the Guanta Prison this time, thanks to you. I can't thank you enough for saving my life. Will you be able to help me in the future?"
If you need me to do anything for you, just ask. I'm not good at expressing myself, but I'm serious."
Luoyang reached out and patted Xia Chen on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "My brother, you're welcome. If I need your help in the future, I will ask you for help without you having to tell me."
Xia Chen nodded.
There are some things between men that don’t need to be said.
When the motorcycle comes out of the old city, the scenery has changed. Modern high-rise buildings can be seen everywhere on the roadside. There are more cars on the road, but there are almost no European, American, Japanese and Korean vehicles. Most of the cars running on the street are Chinese brand cars.
Chery, Geely, Changan, etc., as well as some Huabo joint venture brands.
Deland University has arrived.
Xia Chen continued riding north and soon found the market.
It was a very old street. The street was paved with stone bricks. The bricks were polished smooth and shiny by the soles of the feet. There were many shops on both sides of the street, selling handicrafts and specialties. People wearing national costumes and modern costumes were bustling.
Very lively.
"Brother Xia, just wait for me here. I'm going to see Professor Mohammadi." Luoyang got out of the car.
Xia Chen said: "I think Black Brachial Butterfly and Jian Jia will be here soon. I'll wait for them here. If anything happens over there, you can send a message to the group."
Luoyang patted Xia Chen on the shoulder and entered the market alone.
Many people are looking at Luoyang.
Very few Chinese people travel to Persia, and Persia is not a choice for Chinese students studying abroad. Therefore, when a Chinese appears in an old market filled with almost all Persians, Luoyang naturally becomes an eye-catching figure.
Luoyang asked a Persian man in a suit who looked like a white-collar worker in the workplace and he gave him directions.
Luoyang walked further along the ancient streets and found the teahouse.
This is a very old teahouse. The space inside is very narrow. There are eight rectangular tea tables slightly higher than the tea table on both sides of an alley. Behind the tea tables is a row of benches against the wall with cloth cushions.
.There are many iron pots, lanterns and some strange things that cannot be named hanging above the tea table and the aisle.
Luoyang walked in and took a look around.
There were more than ten or twenty people drinking tea in the teahouse, all of them men, and they were all looking at him. Their eyes were full of curiosity and wariness, and some of them were not very friendly either.
Luoyang's eyes stayed on the tea table on the innermost right. Behind the tea table sat an old man with white hair, aged in his seventies or eighties, wearing a black suit that had been washed white.
On the tea table in front of him was a cup of Persian black tea and a badly worn leather briefcase.
That old man is Professor Mohammadi.
Luoyang walked over.
A Persian man came up to him and babbled something, but Luoyang couldn't understand it. However, Luoyang guessed that he was asking what he needed, so he said in English: "Give me a cup of black tea, thank you."
The Persian man spread his hands to express that he did not understand.
This is embarrassing.
At this time Mohammadi said something in Persian, and the Persian man smiled and turned to make tea.
Mohammadi waved to Luoyang.
Luoyang walked over and sat down next to Mohammadi.