hear the voice of the soul

Chapter 210 Taking on a Heavy Responsibility for the First Time ([-])
The convoy originally connected one car to another, which was very close, and there were no traffic lights here, so how could they fall behind?
Tranquility couldn't explain clearly either, she just asked the driver to stop by the side of the road quickly on the phone and wait for the car behind to come.

She didn't convey Gu Yihan's instructions, but Tang Yumo could fully imagine Gu Yihan's stinky face at this time.

what to do?Countless contingencies were conceived, but they never expected to make such a low-level mistake as the convoy being separated.

what to do?Something happened just halfway through the itinerary. Is it possible that Gu Yihan's affairs will be messed up when I meet Tang Yumo?
Tang Yumo took a deep breath. Since Gu Yihan didn't speak, he had to take the responsibility. The first step was to figure out the situation ahead first.

There might be something wrong with the intercom system, so she used her mobile phone to call Nalan Xiner, the liaison officer of the second car.

Nalan Xin'er said with tears in her voice, "Writer Tang, what should we do? Why is there an elevated highway suddenly on the road? We didn't have this thing when we came to explore the road!"

Elevated only?
Tang Yumo suddenly understood that it must be the fault of this temporary restricted highway. Car No. 1 is a small commercial vehicle, which naturally passes smoothly, but Car No. 2 is a travel bus, which must be blocked by a restricted highway.

However, the main streets of Paris have always been open and bright without overpasses or culverts. Why did they suddenly build elevated highways on the main roads?

Build bridges!Perhaps it is the need for bridge repair ahead.

For the safety of repairs, some scaffolding was temporarily erected on the bridge. If the height of passing vehicles is not restricted, it will be dangerous.

Thousands of calculations, Tang Yumo and the others can't count to this point!

Regret won't help at this point.

Tang Yumo only hesitated for a few seconds, then quickly made a judgment, and said decisively to Nalan Xiner: "Don't worry, Xiner, tell the driver that we will not take the Alexander III bridge. Take another road, just at this intersection Turn around and take the 'new bridge'! Remember, from now on, your No. 2 car is the lead car of the convoy, and everyone behind us will follow you."

Nalan Xin'er relayed Tang Yumo's words to the driver, but soon cried to Tang Yumo for help: "He doesn't seem to understand my French or English! I can't understand his words either! Which planet hired the driver! I saw him gesturing to the map, as if he didn't want to move. What should I do, Writer Tang!"

Tang Yumo couldn't make it clear on the phone. Tang Yumo looked at the busy street, and didn't dare to delay any longer. The local vehicles blocked by them had already begun to get impatient. If the police were called later, the matter would become a big mess.

Tang Yumo made a decisive decision, opened the door of the car and jumped off, regardless of the danger of the roadway, started from car No. 5 and trotted all the way to car No. 2.

She was wearing that big white down jacket, her long hair spread out in the cold wind, she was petite, but she walked through the traffic with great courage.The camera car behind her poked out a long lens to capture the graceful back.

The drivers on both sides of the roadway saw the agile and bold running figure of the oriental woman who suddenly appeared, and thought they were filming some blockbuster action movie.

Some drivers even rolled down the windows and whistled at her.

Tang Yumo ignored it and didn't get annoyed. He quickly ran to the No. 2 car, knocked on the door, gave Nalan Xiner a comforting look, and then communicated with the driver in at least 4 different languages. Finally, it seemed that He finally understood the driver's dialect, and he also knew that he was of Hispanic origin, but he only knew a little southern French accent, and today was his first day working in Paris.

(End of this chapter)