Mixed in Australia to be a local tyrant

Chapter 192 A Visit to the Police Station

"Huchi, Huchi..." At this moment, there was a panting sound like a bellows, and a fat man of two to three hundred catties ran over, squatting on the ground panting non-stop.

Tang Ming looked at him, thinking who is this?Why did you follow me?
Xu Zhiyuan said: "Brother Tang, this is my friend Feng Anxing."

Tang Ming just glanced at him and didn't look at him again. There are too many fat people in Australia. On the street, you can easily meet a fat man who weighs two or three hundred pounds, and occasionally one who weighs three or four hundred pounds.

The fat man squatted on the ground panting for a few minutes before he stood up, but his sweat flowed down like a waterfall, and his clothes and pants were soaked. He walked up to Xu Zhiyuan and complained: "I'm exhausted, Xiao Yuan, Next time you encounter this kind of thing, don't run so fast, I can't even catch up with you."

Xu Zhiyuan said: "Who told you to be so fat?"

Before the fat man could speak, Xu Zhiyuan introduced: "Fatty man, this is Brother Tang, and he is also from China."

The fat man hurriedly said, "Brother Tang, hello."

Tang Ming smiled and said, "Hello."

"Brother Tang, here you go." Xu Zhiyuan returned the gun to Tang Ming.

The fat man asked with bright eyes: "Gun, is it real or not?"

Xu Zhiyuan said: "Of course it's true, Brother Tang, can you get a fake gun?"

The fat man didn't see the outside, and said very familiarly: "Brother Tang, can you show me?"

"Look." Tang Ming handed him the gun again.

The fat man took a look at it and said, "This gun..."

"Don't talk nonsense, no one will treat you as dumb." Before the fat man could finish speaking, Xu Zhiyuan interrupted him.

The fat man looked at the ignorant old Mo who was squatting on the ground, nodded and said, "I understand, I understand, don't worry, I won't talk nonsense."

They waited in place for a while, and a police car came over.

Two policemen got out of the car, pushed Lao Mo into the car, and asked Tang Ming and the others to go to the police station to take notes.

Tang Ming nodded in agreement, and drove Xu Zhiyuan and Fatty to follow the police car to the police station.

Two police officers gave him notes, one of which was white and the other was of yellow race. This time Tang Ming did not ask which country he was from, because it could be heard from his Smecta's English accent that he Is a Korean.

After finishing the record, the Korean policeman said to Tang Ming seriously: "Mr. Tang, although your behavior is commendable, but you are suspected of dangerous driving, we have the right to prosecute you."

Tang Ming pointed to his nose and asked differently: "I am driving dangerously."

"Yes." The Korean policeman nodded.

"Hahaha..." Tang Ming laughed angrily. He thought that he had made a mistake in catching the robber, and he was going to be the defendant. Moreover, the Korean policeman showed displeasure when he heard that he was Chinese. It made him even more disgusted, and he said in a strong tone: "Okay, you can sue me now, don't worry, I will play with you, I wonder if a team of one hundred barristers is enough to torment you?"

The Korean policeman changed his face and said, "Mr. Tang, please pay attention to your attitude."

"Attitude sucks." Tang Ming pointed at him and said, "Now I'll give you another reason to sue me for obstructing official duties. Goodbye, I won't play with you anymore."

After speaking, he turned and left, ignoring the two policemen who were looking at each other.

"Korean Bangzi." Just then Xu Zhiyuan and Fatty also came out. Hearing what Tang Ming and the two policemen said, Fatty muttered in Chinese.

Xu Zhiyuan said: "Brother Tang, don't worry about it. When we were in school, Chinese students and Korean students didn't deal with each other and looked down on each other."

Tang Ming said: "I understand, well, don't talk about this, I invite you to come to my house and sit down."

The fat man said, "Okay, thank you Brother Tang."

As soon as they walked out of the police station, a policeman in his 50s chased them out and shouted, "Mr. Tang, please wait a moment."

Tang Ming stopped and turned around to look at his police rank. He already had a guess in his mind, but he still asked, "Who are you?"

The policeman held out his hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Tang, my name is Sharp Keith, and I am the chief of the Gold Coast Police Department."

"Hello, Mr. Chief." Tang Ming reached out his hand to shake him, and said unceremoniously, "I don't know why you stopped me. If it's like what the Korean policeman said just now, then we'll be here. We meet in court, not in private."

Sharp-Keith shook his head and said: "No, no, Mr. Tang misunderstood. What Park said just now does not represent our Gold Coast Police Department. I know that Mr. Tang is a rich man. Our Gold Coast Police Department will not Conflict with a rich man, unless the rich man really committed a crime, I came out to explain to Mr. Tang, hoping to clear up the misunderstanding with Mr. Tang."

The police chief’s words are very straightforward, but they make sense. In a country like Australia, you can mess with anyone, but you can’t mess with the rich. Otherwise, the lawyers hired by the rich will make the police department suffer. He, the chief of police, may be dismissed.

Tang Ming thought for a while and said, "Okay, for Mr. Director's sake, I don't care about it."

Sharp-Keith said, "Thank you, Mr. Tang."

They chatted for a few more words, then Tang Ming left, and led Xu Zhiyuan and Fatty into the car.

The conversation between Tang Ming and Sharp-Keith just stopped in their ears. Sitting in the car, the fat man sat in the back and said, "Brother Tang, you are so awesome. Just now the chief of police came out to apologize to you."

Tang Ming said: "It's not an apology, it's just an explanation to avoid misunderstanding."

Xu Zhiyuan said: "Even if it's like this, it's pretty awesome. Brother Tang, what do you do?"

Tang Ming said, "I, I run a ranch."

The fat man said, "Then Brother Tang's ranch must be very big."

Tang Ming smiled and said, "It's not bad."

While chatting, they walked towards the villa. When they were about to reach the villa, the phone rang. Tang Ming took out the phone and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number, but he still connected.

"Hi, hello, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, are you Mr. Tang Mingtang?"

A very magnetic middle-aged man's voice came from the phone.

Tang Ming said: "I am Tang Ming, are you?"

"Hahaha..." The person on the other end of the phone laughed a few times and said, "Hi, Mr. Tang, I'm Tom Tate."

"Tom Tate." Tang Ming repeated, and immediately remembered the name, and said quickly, "Hello, Mr. Mayor."

That's right, the person who called Tang Ming was the mayor of Gold Coast.

Tom Tate smiled and said, "Mr. Tang, nice to meet you."

Tang Ming said, "Me too, Mr. Mayor."

Tom Tate said: "Mr. Tang, don't call me the mayor, call me Tom."

(End of this chapter)