When the liar's words come true, I win

Chapter 210 Re-carving groove surgery

When taking a sea taxi, you will pass through an outlying island called Glass Island. After walking about 7 kilometers, you will return to the main island.

The various glass handicrafts on the Glass Island are exquisitely crafted and colorful.

It's just that this thing is not convenient to carry.

I just took a photo and asked Uncle Gewa to come and buy it next time.

It was already dusk when we returned to the main island. As we walked from the pier to explore, we just walked to St. Mark's Square and saw a foreign couple arguing with a man.

They were probably a young couple visiting from out of town, and the kind-hearted man handed them two handfuls of corn kernels, saying that they could feed the pigeons for free.

Couples feeding each other pigeons has been shown on almost every television show and has become a symbol of romance.

The young couple didn't suspect anything and happily took the corn kernels to feed the pigeons and take photos.

Unexpectedly, just after they finished feeding, the man brought several other people to capture them.

He claimed that he was just fed one pill as a trial.

Now it’s 30 euros per sword, and I’ve given you two. Don’t even think about leaving if you don’t have 60 euros.

When you go out, you must pay some sightseeing fees.

This is the cost of the surgery to re-carve grooves on the smooth brain.

A few people were arguing endlessly, and occasionally a few people on the side would look over, but no one would stand by and watch the show from a close distance like them.

Chinese people who love to join in the fun all their lives!

That is to say, 30 euros a piece, it is a great bargain.

Confiscating your 100 euros per ticket means that the other party has not seen China's fraudulent methods.

"Don't they say that you can't feed pigeons abroad?"

"I can't help but be liked by others." Xie Huaijin adjusted his sunglasses, "Abao, do you want to go feed the pigeons? Next time when we go home, we will go to the pigeon base and let you feed them. After that, we can have braised pigeons in the evening."

Shen Jia looked at his useless appearance and pushed him away, "Do you still want their sashimi?"

Xie Huaijin nodded wildly, "Abao, you are really amazing. You even know exactly what I am thinking."

It is said that people always have a deep attachment to the various delicacies of their hometown.

Perhaps it was because she left her hometown too early, so she had no idea what great things there were in that small seaside city.

Seeing that several other black guys were surrounding him, Xie Huaijin quickly grabbed Shen Jia's hand and said, "Let's go, let's go, or we'll get beaten up if we're just watching the fun."

After having dinner at a Chinese restaurant whose food wasn’t very authentic, the two headed towards the hotel.

It was already dark, but Piazza San Marco was still quite lively.

As I was crossing the small square, I heard a band playing "The Moon Represents My Heart" not far away.

The cello's deep and rich sense of calm is interspersed with the saxophone's soft and lyrical sound, but it cannot cover up the violin's melodious and affectionate sadness.

Xie Huaijin followed her gaze and said, "This group of people is more or less in tune with the situation. The music they play during the day is particularly lively, but in the afternoon and evening, it's like they're possessed by the Internet Depression Music."

It turns out that foreign countries have already had their own NetEase Cloud Music.

The two stood there and listened quietly for a long time, until two middle-aged dark men dressed as Chinese came up and asked them if they were Chinese.

Xie Huaijin pulled her back a few steps cautiously, "What's wrong?"

When the two middle-aged men heard his words, they looked at each other, as if they had met their relatives, and were ecstatic, as if tears were about to burst out at the next moment.

One of the square-faced men quickly shook Xie Huaijin's hand and said, "Hello, hello! So we are really compatriots. That's great."

Xie Huaijin struggled to let go of his hand: "What's the matter? Don't touch me."

The other big round-faced man was also excited and quickly explained: "Hello fellow countryman, we have been stranded here for a whole day. We finally met a Chinese. We were a little excited. Don't be afraid."

The square-faced man said, "Brother, my last name is Liu, and my name is Liu Song. The guy next to me is my friend, his last name is Zhao, and his name is Zhao Wuchang."

Xie Huaijin looked back at Shen Jia, and seeing that she had no expression on her face, he turned back and nodded at the two of them.

He was wearing a mask and looked about 30 years old. It couldn't be a fan who recognized him.

"Nice to meet you. Goodbye!"

As he said this, he was about to pull Shen Jia away with him.

"Brother, wait a minute." Liu Song stopped him again, a look of embarrassment flashing across his face.

"Anything else?"

Liu Song was a little embarrassed, but Zhao Wuchang told a sad story in a few words.

Both of them are workers on a farm. However, working abroad is not as good as people in China say, with full mechanization and high hourly wages.

In this place where discrimination against Chinese people is already severe, they do the hardest and dirtiest work and are often scolded by farmers.

Recently, under the pretext of farm harvest problems, two people who had been working there for several years were directly kicked out.

It's really sad to get here.

However, Zhao Wuchang suddenly changed the subject: "Two months ago, when my brother and I were clearing old trees, we found a small box of gold bars buried in their house."

Having said this, he deliberately paused and glanced at Xie Huaijin and the other person.

As expected, Xie Huaijin exclaimed.

Only Shen Jia had a calm expression, paying attention to the alarm sounded by the system.

Zhao Wuchang continued, "Neither of us brothers have ever seen such a scene. We subconsciously felt that our ancestral graves must be filled with smoke, and we are destined to become rich."

Liu Song also nodded and said, "That's right, we are not saints. The first thing we want to do is to find a way to get the gold and sell it for money."

Zhao Wuchang paused, "But we have also considered the follow-up. Although it is a small box, there are 20 sticks in it. One stick weighs 100 grams, which is two kilograms of gold.

The person who lost it is also very anxious.

Adhering to the good moral character of the Chinese people, we thought about digging out the gold and returning it to the farmer. But we also wanted to test his attitude, so we buried the things again and marked them.

But that damn white farmer, just because we were digging and arguing with each other that day, which delayed our work, he found an excuse and fired us. "

Xie Huaijin became interested, "What happened next?"

"What happened next?" Liu Song had a bit of stubborn embarrassment on his face, but more of anger. "Then we found a way to sneak into the farm, found it and dug it out."

"Well, now that you're all here to have fun, you should all be living a good life, since you're all out having fun."

Xie Huaijin's interest suddenly waned. He didn't have time to listen to them showing off their wealth in various ways.

If you have that much time, you might as well go back and kiss your wife.

Besides, he has this little money.

I just feel grateful for their good luck.

"No, no, no, brother, please wait a moment," Zhao Wuchang followed anxiously, "I haven't finished yet."

"I don't want to hear it anymore. My wife has been shopping all day and is very tired. She wants to go back and rest early."