I really don't want to be a doctor

Chapter 211 Prejudice in the Western Media

"Hello……"

The foreign boy stopped a taxi and tried his best to communicate with the taxi driver in his squishy Chinese.

"Hi, I, I'm America, man..."

But the foreign boy can only say "hello" and "goodbye" in Chinese, and after a long time of physical gestures with the driver, the middle-aged driver still doesn't understand the meaning of the foreign boy.

"Hello, can you speak English?" The foreign boy couldn't help asking.

The middle-aged taxi driver quickly shook his head: "no English! no English! where are you going?"

The foreign boy really has no choice. He is new here, and there is a huge barrier in language communication; the main reason is that this time he came to China as a temporary decision, and he did not make sufficient preparations.

He had no choice but to take out his phone, turned to a certain page of the phone, and pointed the screen of the phone at the middle-aged driver.

The middle-aged driver glanced at the screen of his iPhone, and asked doubtfully, "You mean, are you going to this place now?"

As he spoke, the driver made a gesture and pointed to the spot on the screen.

"Yes, yes!" Seeing that the driver understood what he meant, the foreign boy nodded quickly, "Yes, my God! Yes! Yes!"

"I see, but the place you're going to is very far away, and it will take me a long time to drive there!" At the same time, the driver stretched out two fingers, "I don't use the watch, at least 200 yuan, one yuan less I'm not going."

Fearing that foreign boys would not understand, the driver added another sentence: "Two hundred! That's what you foreigners said, rabbit... rabbit calling pig, RMB!"

The driver master has attracted many foreign tourists in the airport industry and knows some simple English vocabulary.

"Oh." Now the foreign boy understood, "two hundred? I see, no problem, let's go, time is running out!"

"Then get in the car quickly." The driver waved at the foreign boy, signaling him to get in the car.

The foreign boy staggered into the back seat with his big bags and small bags.

Finally got into a taxi, and the foreign boy also heaved a sigh of relief.

But as soon as he sat down, the driver turned on the chattering mode.

"The place you're going to is in Optics Valley, Fancheng. It's a bit far from the airport."

"Are you American?"

"What are you here for?"

"..."

Despite the language barrier, the driver still asked all kinds of questions happily, and the foreign boys could only embarrassingly agree with "Okay!" and "Yes".

……

"Jeffrey, are you getting off the plane?"

The mobile phone suddenly remembered the text message prompt tone, and Jeffrey took out the mobile phone to see that it was from his roommate, his McLaren.

"I got off the plane a long time ago, and I'm heading to the interview location now." Jeffrey replied, "Huaxia is really too big, and there are too many people. I haven't found the interview location yet!"

McLaren: "Haha, that's good. Is Huaxia very backward, is there a train? Subway? I really don't understand why you want to go to Huaxia at this time?"

"Although your doctoral dissertation cannot be completed, Professor Katie has already arranged a new scientific research task for you. You will definitely be able to graduate normally next year!"

"After graduation, according to your qualifications, you will definitely be able to stay in our Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory. Do you have any dissatisfaction with the National Laboratory?"

After reading it, Jeffrey immediately replied a text message: "No, no, no! Lawrence National Laboratory is a place I have always longed for, but this time I want to come to Huaxia first."

McLaren: "Then you don't need to give up Professor Katie's doctoral qualifications? Once you leave, it will be difficult to get admitted to the Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory!"

Jeffrey: "McLaren, I have considered it clearly, no matter what the consequences are, I will bear it myself."

McLaren: "Oh, my God, I really don't understand why you want to go to such a backward country as China."

Jeffrey received the text message and looked out of the taxi window suspiciously.

The destination is row upon row of high-rise buildings, the degree of modernization is not lost to the first-tier cities in the United States.

"McLaren, I'm looking at the urban construction of Fancheng, the high-rise buildings here, and seven or eight subway lines. I think Huaxia Fancheng is already comparable to some metropolises in the United States, and even worse."

"I think the Western media's reports on Huaxia are untrue. They are extremely biased in their reports on China. At least from what I have learned so far, the development of Fancheng in Huaxia has surpassed that of many western cities. The people here are friendly and enthusiastic ..."

McLaren, who was far away across the ocean, stared at his mobile phone in surprise, looking at the text message sent from Huaxia.

Before Jeffrey went to China, they were "anti-China" people. Although there was no racial discrimination, they more or less looked down on yellow-skinned Chinese people.

But now, not long after Jeffrey arrived in Huaxia Fancheng, his concept has been completely changed...

McLaren: "J...Jeffrey, someone picked up your mobile phone? Is it not me who is chatting with me now? How could Jeffrey say such a thing! Aren't you the one who dislikes Huaxia the most? ?”

Jeffrey: "No! It's me! I'm your roommate! I know you have a mole on your left butt!"

McLaren was surprised: "It's really Jeffrey! But it's really not like what you said about Huaxia."

Jeffrey: "If you haven't come to Huaxia, you won't be able to feel everything about me now. Huaxia Fancheng, this place is absolutely beyond your imagination!"

……

Jeffrey chatted with his roommate McLaren for a while, and was interrupted by the taxi driver's voice.

"It's coming soon!"

Jeffrey didn't hear it, and stared at the driver with a puzzled face.

"I mean, here it is!"

The driver stopped the taxi, pointed to the office building outside, and then stretched out two more fingers.

"Oh, I see!"

Jeffrey nodded, this time he understood what the driver meant, and quickly took out a RMB from his pocket.

"Foreign friends, we agreed on two hundred!" The driver made gestures and reached out to take the one hundred name coin. "There is still one short!"

"Ah? It's so expensive! Two hundred?" Jeffrey felt a little pained.

Although he was not short of money, the journey cost less than half an hour and cost 200 yuan, which still made him suspect that he was being cheated. He thought the journey would be very long.

But there was no other way now, Jeffrey had to pay another one hundred yuan bill, and then hurriedly got out of the taxi.

The taxi driver saw Jeffrey get out of the car, and immediately started the car and walked away.

"Hua Shang Office Building, 23rd floor." Jeffrey carefully compared the address on the phone, "A district, contact person: Mr. Jing, Mr. Zhu."

(End of this chapter)