Screenwriter Mystery

"Hahaha, it's nonsense again, big three yuan!"

"Give money, give money, give money..."

Yaowarat Road, Chinatown.

Turning over the mahjong tiles, the old man couldn't close his mouth with a smile, stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers at the people around him, and urged with a smile on his face.

"Old money, you're lucky, you're so lucky?"

Looking at another hand of Hu cards, a few players playing mahjong on the card table couldn't help showing an unfortunate expression, and said while reaching out and taking out Thai baht from the drawer.

"Shouldn't it be out of a thousand?"

"Just kidding, I'll give you a thousand."

The first hand grabbed the banknotes in the hands of several people, and when he heard the doubts of several people, Lao Qian immediately blew his beard and shouted: "A mere hundred small poker games are worth a thousand dollars, but my old money is tens of thousands of dollars. Big business, hundreds of gambling games, in my eyes, it's not worth mentioning at all..."

While speaking, Lao Qian mixed the mahjong in his hand on the table, and hummed opera while shuffling cards.

In the past few days, he didn't know what to do. He was very lucky. The money he made in a few poker games was almost catching up with the income of his own shop.

"It's almost time for my son to leave school, or he will leave today."

Looking up at the time, a middle-aged woman playing cards said.

"Why is it such a disappointment, you're leaving after just a few hits, your son is already fifteen or sixteen, and he can't go home by himself."

Hearing that someone was going to break up, Lao Qian's face immediately showed an unhappy expression.

He is very lucky now, and of course he doesn't want this game to dissipate.

Hearing what Lao Qian said, the middle-aged woman who opened her mouth was too embarrassed to say anything that was disappointing, and continued to draw cards.

Jingle Bell--

At this moment, the old-fashioned mobile phone placed by the old money table suddenly rang.

Hearing the phone ringing, Lao Qian subconsciously grabbed the phone and glanced at it.

"Old Qian, Aunt Tai hasn't left. Don't run away if you win money."

"I can run?!"

Hearing someone say this, Lao Qian stopped looking at his cell phone immediately, slammed his hand and shouted: "Come on, since you are all in a hurry to send money, then today we will fight for three hundred rounds, who will? Don't even try to run!"

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"Master, have you contacted your friends?"

Reaching out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, Ah Hao glanced at the master beside him, saw Lin Jiuying put down the phone in his hand, and hurriedly stepped forward to ask.

The weather in Bangkok was hotter than he thought, and soon after standing outside the airport, his forehead started to sweat.

"He didn't answer the phone, maybe he forgot to bring it, or didn't get it."

Lin Jiuying frowned and shook her head.

The master and apprentice came to Bangkok for the first time, and the only people they knew were not at the airport.

I originally planned to make a phone call to ask for directions, but the other party didn't even answer the phone.

In this situation, even if Lin Jiuying didn't think that the other party would take out the country's affairs to make fun of her, she couldn't help but have some doubts in her heart.

"Forget it, let's take a taxi."

Suppressing his inner worries, in front of his apprentice, Lin Jiuying naturally did not want to lose his prestige as a master.

"Oh."

Hearing what Lin Jiuying said, Ah Hao naturally did not dare to ask any more questions.

As an apprentice, he had already figured out his master's character for a long time, and that was to say that he hated others to question him the most.

"Master, take us to Chinatown."

Fortunately, outside the airport, it's hard to say anything else, and taxis that carry passengers are a lot of tricks.

Without spending too much effort, Lin Jiuying and Ah Hao called for an empty car that was parked outside the airport.

While carrying a large bag of luggage into the car, Lin Jiuying shouted to the driver in the car.

"where?"

In the driver's seat, hearing Lin Jiuying's words, the taxi driver's face showed a puzzled expression.

"Master, we are in Bangkok now, you speak Chinese, of course people can't understand it."

After finally getting into the car, he took a breath from the cold air of the air conditioner in the car. Hearing the conversation between Lin Jiuying and the taxi driver in the passenger seat, Ah Hao said immediately.

In the reminder of the apprentice, the expression on Lin Jiuying's face suddenly became a little bit, and according to the introduction he had received from his old friend, he gestured to the taxi driver in front of him and said, "Go to Chinatown, Chinatown..."

"Oh, the waist is spicy."

Fortunately, the taxis picking up passengers at the airport still have some foreign language skills, so under Lin Jiuying's gestures, the dark-skinned driver finally understood the address from the other party's mouth, reached out and made an OK gesture, and stepped on the accelerator. Towards the 'waist dig spicy' to go.

"Master, are you sure you're talking about the right place, why did I hear the driver say it's a waist digging spicy, not Chinatown?"

Sitting in the activated taxi, looking at the airport that was drifting away behind him, Ah Hao felt a little uneasy for no reason.

Especially when he was in the car just now, he could clearly hear the driver's shouting that he was digging in the waist.

"What do you know, waist digging is spicy, which means Chinatown in Thai."

Seeing the worried expression on his apprentice's face, Lin Jiuying naturally refused to admit that he didn't understand the meaning of the driver's mouth, so he could only force his head to speak stubbornly.

"I have been traveling for so many years for my teacher, and I haven't seen anything. It's just a mere Chinatown, and I'll be there soon."

Although she said so, when Lin Jiuying turned her head, the expression on her face also became a little worried.

In a position behind him that Ah Hao couldn't see, Lin Jiuying secretly stretched out his hand to move the magic, and prayed with words in his mouth: "Maoshan ancestors, all ancestors, bless the disciples not going in the wrong direction, the disciples will definitely give them to the ancestors when they go back. Master offers good incense and tribute~www.readwn.com~ bless the disciples."

Facts have proved that Maoshan Patriarch is still reliable.

What the driver said of "spicy waist" actually means Yaowarat Road, which means Chinatown.

Therefore, nearly 40 to 50 minutes after driving out of the airport, the taxi stopped in front of Yaohuali Road. The driver in the car pointed to the Chinese-style sign in front of him, turned his head and shouted to Lin Jiuying, who was beside him. The waist is spicy."

"Whoo~"

Hearing the driver's words, Lin Jiuying raised her head and glanced at the Chinese signboards on Yaohuali Road. She finally let go of her heart that she had been holding on, and thanked the ancestors of Maoshan's past dynasties in her heart, and then put on a pair of With a calm expression, he shouted to the dazed Ah Hao who was sitting in the back seat.

"Arrived at the place, still not awake."

"Ah, here it is."

Sitting in the back and hearing Lin Jiuying's voice, Ah Hao, who was still half asleep, immediately raised his head and saw the bustling people outside the car and the familiar signboard. For a while, he almost forgot that he was abroad and thought he was going back to Hong Kong again. island.