When Yang Feng, wearing a suit and a suitcase, walked out of the waiting hall, he saw a row of vans outside park neatly on the parking lane outside. Yang Feng walked to the side, squinted his eyes and looked at the signs with words "pinghe" and "Liu Zhao" written on the roof. He hesitated for a moment.

At this time, an old man in his fifties, wearing a black uniform and half-white hair, walked up to him and bowed slightly to him, and asked stutteringly in English with a weird tone: "Sir, are you going to take a taxi?"

Yang Feng looked at him, smiled slightly and said in skilled Japanese: "You can speak Japanese to me, it doesn't matter."

When the old man heard this, he looked surprised: "Ah... sir, you can speak Japanese, this is really great. I'm so embarrassed. I'm not good at speaking English, please forgive me."

"You're welcome." Yang Feng waved his hand slightly, "If possible, please send me to the Hilton Hotel in Tokyo Bay."

"Of course there is no problem, thank you very much for accepting my service."

The old man in uniform quickly walked to Yang Feng, bowed slightly and stretched out his hands at him.

"Please give me the suitcase."

Yang Feng did not doubt that he was there and handed him the suitcase.

"Sir, please come with me!"

The old man opened the back door of the car and put the suitcase in. After closing the door, he quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and fixed his palm on the door. Then he said respectfully: "Sir, please get in the car."

Looking at the old man's actions, Yang Feng nodded slightly. It is rumored that the Japanese are famous in the world in the service industry, and it is indeed well-known. It can be seen by these inconspicuous things alone.

The old man closed the car door and then got into the driver's seat on the right. He skillfully started the car, and the car quickly relocated into the traffic on the street.

Perhaps all the taxi drivers in this world are talkative, and the old Japanese man is no exception. After driving for a while, he asked: "Sir, do you come from China or South Korea?"

"I came from China." Yang Feng nodded slightly and asked, "How did you know that I am not a Japanese? Is my accent so obvious?"

The old man laughed: "Of course not. Sir, your accent is very standard, no different from the Tokyo accent. However, generally speaking, those who come out of the airport and take taxis are foreigners, and ordinary Japanese rarely take taxis."

"rare?"

Yang Feng couldn't help but wonder. Not to mention anything else, the service attitude of the taxi driver was much higher than that of the domestic ones. He also observed that although this taxi was not a new car, the car was wiped clean and had no odor. Why were the locals unwilling to take it?

Although she was a little curious, Yang Feng didn't care. After the two chatted for a few more words, Yang Feng turned his attention to the street outside.

But Yang Feng soon knew what the old man said. After the taxi reached the door of the Hilton Hotel, Yang Feng got off the car and checked out. He actually asked for 12,000 yen, equivalent to 650 Chinese currency. This price really scared Yang Feng.

As if it had been expected, the driver respectfully handed Yang Feng a price list, which clearly marked the taxi price in Japanese and English.

The starting price of Japanese taxis is equivalent to 40 yuan in Chinese coins. The price starts after two kilometers, and it costs 80 yen per 274 meters. It starts to rise by 30% after 11 o'clock in the evening.

Damn it, can you buy a short-distance air ticket at such a price?

Looking at this detailed price list and the official seal and complaint phone number of relevant Japanese departments, Yang Feng shook his head helplessly. No wonder the driver just said what it means to locals generally not take taxis. It turns out that the root of it is here. It’s not that Japanese people don’t like to make taxis, but that the price of taxis is too expensive, so even ordinary Japanese people can’t afford it.

However, Yang Feng was not angry or felt like he was slaughtered. After all, the price was clearly stipulated. He took out a 10,000 yen and a 2,000-yuan banknote from his wallet and handed it to the other party.

"Hi...thank you for your care!"

The driver who took the money with both hands respectfully bowed to Yang Feng deeply.

"You're welcome."

Yang Feng took the suitcase from the other party and was about to walk into the hall. When he turned around, he saw the other party standing there and bowing to him. A breeze blew by and lifted up the other party's gray hair and old face.

Yang Feng couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He turned back and walked to him and asked, "I might be traveling around Tokyo these days. How do I contact you if I want to use a car?"

"Hey... sir, you want to use a car these days?"

The old man raised his head, and his eyes showed a look of surprise.

"Yes!"

Yang Feng nodded.

"If it's convenient, please give me a business card, and I'll call you then."

"Hi……"

The old man happily took out a business card from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Yang Feng with both hands.

"Sir, as long as you need it, even if it's not important, it's okay to call me, even at night. I will definitely work hard to serve you!"

Yang Feng took the business card and put it in his pocket, "Okay, that's it, goodbye!"

"Hi... Thank you again for your care, goodbye!"

Yang Feng turned around and walked towards the hall. After arriving at the door, the doorman immediately stepped forward with great sincerity to take the suitcase from his hand and led him to the service desk.

Since Yang Feng had decided to book a room before coming, he quickly completed the check-in procedures and tipped the doorman who helped him carry the box for 2,000 yen, Yang Feng casually asked about some things in Tokyo.

The doorman who got the tip naturally told Yang Feng everything he knew, like a bamboo tube pouring beans, such as what fun places and attractions nearby, where there are delicious food, and even the things to pay attention to when looking for helping girls.

It was not until Yang Feng seemed to inadvertently ask about the Tokyo Jingjiatang Library that the disciple frowned and told Yang Feng that although Jingjiatang Library is a famous museum and the security guards there are very unfriendly, he never went there again after going with his friends.

Although he did not get the news he wanted, Yang Feng didn't care. He handed the doorman a tip of 1,000 yen and sent him back.
Chapter completed!