Ye Su was sitting in the back seat of the taxi, listening to the constant ticking sound of the meter in the taxi, feeling very strange in his heart.
Because the frequency of the beat is too fast, almost every few seconds, the meter will change the amount. Even if the service industry charging standards in the American Empire are generally high, it shouldn't reach this level, right?
The taxi driver was a strong black man. When Ye Su got into the car, he smiled with a smile full of white teeth, which made Ye Su feel dizzy.
Those teeth were so white that against the backdrop of the white teeth, Ye Su had no specific impression of the black man's appearance.
The black driver was very talkative along the way, constantly asking Ye Su various things. When he learned that Ye Su came from an ancient eastern country, the black driver seemed even more excited.
The content of the chat also began to become more irrelevant.
After driving for almost ten minutes, the taxi finally stopped.
It was just the surrounding environment that made Ye Su a little confused.
Although New York is the largest city in the American Empire and houses Wall Street, known as the world's financial center, in fact, there are still slums in the urban area of New York.
Contrary to what most people imagine, the more developed a capitalist society is, the wider the gap between rich and poor is actually, and it is also more brutal and cruel.
Anything that looks beautiful on the surface always has a lot of darkness and filth hidden behind it.
What appeared in front of Ye Su's eyes at this time was a slum area in New York City.
The vast majority of people living here are black and Chinese.
Apart from these two types, the largest number are stowaways from various countries.
Although it is also within the city of New York, it seems like two completely different worlds from the surrounding urban area.
Almost no white people appear here. Although the American empire has gone through a long campaign to eliminate racial discrimination, to this day, it has already formed a nominally racially equal society.
But the reality is that there is still a big difference in the status of black people and white people.
Whether it is social wealth or social status, white people have an absolute advantage in the land of the United States. Even if the new generation of American president is the first black president in history, fundamentally speaking, there is not much practical
meaning.
Coupled with the extreme freedom and laxity in gun management in this country, the ghetto has become synonymous with chaos and filth.
Although Ye Su didn't know the specific office location of Qin Yongxuan, he at least knew that it was absolutely impossible for Qin Yongxuan to work in a slum.
So as the taxi stopped, Ye Su asked the black driver: "Master, where is this place? The place you brought me here should not be my destination."
"Not your destination?"
The black man turned his head and looked at Ye Su sitting in the back seat, and grinned again, showing all his big white teeth.
"I said it's your destination, it's your destination! Get off the bus, we've arrived! The fare is six hundred dollars, thank you for your patronage!"
When the black man said the last four words, "Thank you for your patronage," he actually used a Chinese with a very strange pronunciation. But when paired with the ferocious smile on the black man's face, there was really no friendly flavor at all.
Six hundred dollars?
Ye Su frowned and looked at the number on the meter, and found that it was indeed the number six hundred displayed.
But the problem is that it has only been more than ten minutes since he got in the car. During this period, the taxi has been driving at a normal speed, and it is impossible to exceed the number of 600 in any case!
What's more, even if the consumption in the American Empire is slightly higher, that is only relatively speaking. Compared with the average income of ordinary people in the American Empire, the consumption here is actually very low.
Even if this person uses a faulty meter to cheat money, he can at least cheat a little bit of the bottom line, right? He asked for six hundred dollars, do you think he is being taken advantage of?
No wonder the black driver smiled so happily when he heard that he was from the East. In the eyes of the black driver, he was already equal to a fat sheep...
"Neither the fare nor the destination you mentioned satisfy me."
Ye Su shook his head slowly and looked at the black driver who was sitting in the driver's seat and turned around with a grin on his face. He originally wanted to speak and continue to say a few words, but he held back when he did.
It's really because there is no point in saying anything, and it is obviously impossible for the black man in front of me to listen.
"Hey, boy from the East, I advise you to be satisfied, otherwise, I can't guarantee what will happen. People die every day in New York, one more of you is not more, one less of you is not more, especially you
Even if this kind of foreign face is dead, the police will not go to great lengths to investigate, do you understand?"
The black driver stared at Ye Su with a fearless expression. As he spoke, he actually took out a pistol from under his driver's seat, and pointed the black muzzle directly at Ye Su.
Ye Su looked helplessly at the muzzle of the gun in front of him, and then reached out to grab it.
Although he did not move quickly, the black driver obviously did not expect that Ye Su would react like this. In a blink of an eye, Ye Su had already caught the muzzle of the gun in his hand.
Feeling the power coming from his hand, the black driver instinctively wanted to pull the trigger, but then he was shocked to find that the originally very light trigger could not be pressed no matter how hard he tried!
What's even more exaggerated is that the held gun body actually began to twist! Right in front of his eyes, the straight gun body was easily broken into a ninety-degree curved shape like plasticine!
"God..."
The black driver stared at the scene in front of him blankly, then looked at Ye Su blankly, and then as if he was struck by lightning, the hand holding the gun handle was instantly withdrawn, and at the same time he pulled away extremely quickly.
He opened the car door and ran out of the car while rolling and crawling.
He shouted loudly as he ran, and in a short time he disappeared among the chaotic low buildings in the surrounding slums.
Ye Su looked at the destroyed pistol in his hand in confusion, threw it out of the car window, and then got out of the car helplessly.
Although he could drive, he didn't know the specific route. If he called Qin Yongxuan and asked Qin Yongxuan to send someone to pick him up, Ye Su would really feel that he would lose face.
Let's catch that driver again... Although the driver did something very excessive, this kind of thing is too common, and a small punishment but a big warning will be enough.
Ye Su thought and rubbed his temples.
Then he turned around and followed the direction of the smell left by the black driver.
The black people and Chinese people I met in the slums along the way all looked at Ye Su with ill intentions.
The black driver didn't run far. Ye Su just followed the scent and turned two corners in the slum area. After walking about seven or eight hundred meters, he saw the black driver.
But at this time, the black driver was surrounded by a dozen other black men of various heights, short, fat and thin.