Magus Tech

After closing his eyes and thinking for a while, Machu suddenly felt the speed of the rickshaw slow down, and he was suddenly alert.

This big rickshaw driver will not be the most cunning kind of person, will deliberately extend the time, and then earn more fares... But he is no longer a rookie, has seen more, don't want to earn another copper coin from him. After all, that’s the meal cost for a pretty lady to have dinner... Machu opened her eyes and urged the rickshaw driver to hurry up.

But the moment he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but stunned.

I saw that the rickshaw driver did not deliberately slow down, but the wide street suddenly became crowded. Hundreds and thousands of people did not know what attracted them, and they stood in front of them, becoming obstacles, and the rickshaw driver had to slow down and avoid it.

When the rickshaw driver pulled the car and walked hundreds of meters forward, with the faint voice of the merchants floating, Machu suddenly realized what he was and couldn't help but patted his head.

"Today is...the day when the Atlanta Materials Exchange Conference begins..." Machu couldn't help it.

Yes, today is the day when the material exchange conference begins.

Machu understands the material exchange conference.

Because Atlanta has been developing commercial trade and producing a variety of novel goods, similar conferences are held every once in a while to attract businessmen and speculators from all over the main continent.

The material exchange conference was held in June. Last year was the first session, and this year was the second session. Machu knew this happened, but because he has been staying in school recently, he did not pay attention, resulting in the current bad situation.

"It's really time for this material exchange meeting..." Machu exhaled.

"Actually, it started yesterday." The rickshaw driver who pulled the car was tall, and corrected it without looking back. Some complained, "Originally, I think you seem to be in a hurry. I want to pull you from the first. Go along Seventh Avenue. Although there is a section of road construction there, it won't last long.

Or, a little detour, go from Ninth Avenue, but you don’t want to, you have to go from the eighth Avenue, and you have to use the hourglass to collect the fare. Then I have no choice but to pull you over. "

Machu: "..." After listening to the rickshaw driver's words, he already wanted to slap himself in his heart.

But after all, it was too faceless, so he stretched his face and did nothing, and made a cold face, as if he didn't care much about the material exchange meeting.

"Is the material exchange conference, it's nothing... However, aren't the material exchange conferences all held at the prescribed venues, how come people are coming to this eighth avenue?"

"It's still possible to get more people because of anything. I heard several guys pulling cars said that the scale of this year's material exchange meeting was much larger than last year. The required venues were not enough, and some of the stalls were arranged on Eighth Avenue. It’s better to avoid it when pulling the car..." said the rickshaw driver.

After a pause, the car stopped in front of a group of people. The rickshaw driver wiped the sweat with the towel around his neck, facing Machu Road: "Look, guests, look forward, it will be more and more difficult to walk. The time should not be short. If you can’t wait, we can turn around now and follow the alley near the bakery and then turn to Seventh Avenue."

That’s true, then don’t admit that he was wrong at the beginning... Machu squeezed his lips hard, waved his hand, and said to the rickshaw driver: "No, you just keep going."

"That fare..."

"Same as I said before...according to the hourglass!"

"That's OK, please sit down." The rickshaw driver dropped this sentence, yanked the car forward, and ran through the crowd.

"Let me give it a little trouble..."

...

Almost half of the expected time, Machu finally arrived at Dongcheng Ma Station.

Getting off at the gate of Dongcheng Ma Station, Machu saw his rickshaw driver with a dark face, and took off the hanging hourglass.

The finger slowly slipped on the scale marked by the hourglass, and the rickshaw driver counted seriously: "one grid, two grids, three grids... eleven grids, twelve grids, twelve grids and a half."

After counting, the rickshaw driver bowed his head, looked down at Machu, and smiled brightly: "Guest, look, there are twelve squares and a half of sand. You are a big business. Thank you for your care. I will remove the half of the grid for you. Twelve copper coins will do."

Without your thanks, I can give you thirteen copper coins...the muscles on Machu's face twisted a bit, but in the end he didn't say such a stylish word, just dryly said: "I know."

After speaking, he took out his money bag, carefully counted twelve copper coins, and handed them to the rickshaw driver.

"Thank you, I will be waiting at the door of the University of Atlanta if you are okay. You can call me again next time, and I will give you half the time." The big rickshaw driver said. The car left quickly.

My money! I even spent four more copper coins... One-twenty-fifth of a chance to invite a beautiful lady for dinner... Machu could not help but sigh in my heart~www.readwn.com~ But there was no sorrow for too long, remember the business What is it.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mind, and stepped into the horse station.

In order to avoid unexpected lateness, he had set off in advance, so after the material exchange on the halfway would be delayed, he is still in time.

After entering the coach station, Machu was very familiar to the pergola standing by the wall. After a few minutes, he saw a four-wheeled carriage driving in. The carriage's departure and arrival points were written on the carriage: Anka City → Atlanta City.

Two tall horses were pulling the carriage. Because of the hot weather, the fur was sweaty, and the bell hanging on the neck was ringing crisply.

"Dingling Bell, Dingling Bell... Ding!"

As the bells disappeared, the carriage stopped, a long bench was put, and a dozen people stepped on the bench from the steamer-like carriage.

Machu watched carefully, and saw the last person get out of the car, his eyes lit up.

I saw that the man was a girl with beautiful long blond hair and green eyes, like a gem. With a little sweat on his face, the bangs were all wet, but even more delicate. In addition, the other party wore a blue plaid shirt with an Atlanta University badge on his chest.

After Machu looked at it, he immediately knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

It looks more beautiful than the profile picture... Machu couldn't help but sigh, but it's very serious without showing any lust, and he knows the boundaries between work and life.

Taking a deep breath, stepping forward, and walking to a distance of one meter away from the other party, Machu stopped, reached out, smiled and said hello: "Study girl, hello, welcome to Atlanta."