The third round of the Summer Competition is still in full swing.

However, for Mingfeng Middle School, which has already won, there has been no competition during this period, so everyone basically rests in the hotel or organizes exercises by themselves.

The players of Blue Middle School began to prepare to pack their luggage for home, and the organizers bought them the train tickets for their return home.

In other words, Ailean only has two few days left for staying in the capital.

So before Ailean left, Yicheng proposed a one-day trip to the capital, and she also agreed happily.

In just a few days, the relationship between the two people has also brought it closer.

On this sunny day, the three of them started a day trip to the capital.

...

In the past ten days, they had already visited the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, the Temple of Heaven, and the Ditan. They also went to Wangfujing for snacks and took a walk. Today, they didn’t have enough time. Yi Cheng suggested to experience the hutong culture in the capital.

"Get on the bus, go to the old Beijing hutongs and bring explanations."

More than a dozen human-powered tricycles were parked near the wall outside Shichahai.

The masters shouted enthusiastically.

Human-powered tricycles are also called rickshaws.

This is also part of the old Beijing culture. Later, when operating rickshaws, you had to pass the review of relevant departments to obtain a business license.

"Master, how much money should I burn?"

A pair of blonde and blue-eyed European and American couple fell in love with a tricycle, so the girl walked up to ask about the price with the boy's arm.

"No money is not auspicious!"

The master who answered them was quite funny. He wore a small top hat from the Republic of China on his head, a small white jacket with two open-breasted chest buttons and a pair of thick cloth trousers under him, and a very similar look to the feeling at that time.

He wore a pair of round lens glasses on his face, dark skin and a stubble on his face.

The simplicity and cunning are displayed on this face at the same time, with an indescribable sense of comicality.

Looking around, the other colleagues are dressed up.

Yi Cheng, Ai Leyan and other three stopped to watch, and were amused by the coachman's words.

"This uncle is really interesting." Marco laughed.

The young foreign couple was not very good at Chinese and didn't understand the master's humor very much, so they continued to ask, "Buy more money?"

"Just give this number."

The master compared 2 in front of them.

The boy hesitated and exchanged gazes with the girl next to him.

“$200 is a bit expensive, can you $100?”

"What?" Yi Cheng widened his eyes and thought to himself that this foreigner is a fool, right?

In 2007, the US dollar was 7 to 1 against the soft girl coins.

You really burn money if you take a bus for 700 yuan.

Unfortunately, the Beijing uncle doesn’t understand the market very well.

He waved his hand and took out a soft girl coins from his pocket, "200 yuan, soft girl coins. Do you understand? Do you understand if you don't charge US dollars?"

"Okay OK."

The handsome guy and beautiful woman got on the rickshaw in surprise.

I guess I didn't expect the price to be so much lower than they expected.

In this transaction, both parties gained a great psychological feeling.

So the old man pulled the foreign couple away happily.

Yi Cheng shook his head, not knowing who should be foolish.

...

Today is not the peak tourist season or a holiday, so there are not many tourists.

Most rickshaw drivers sit in the car with their hands in their arms for a while, enjoying life leisurely while waiting for business to come.

In order to show himself, Marco took the initiative to take on the task of asking for prices.

"Master, we want to take your car to experience the hutong culture."

"Okay, no problem, do you want an explanation?" The trolley master greeted enthusiastically, "Take a commentary for 200 yuan, and don't have an explanation for 150 yuan."

Marco showed a hint of embarrassment on his face, but thinking about the two foreigners just now, there was nothing to struggle with.

“Where are you swimming?”

"Just go around Shichahai for about half an hour. I promise to be professional and explain everything clearly to you."

After Marco negotiated, he turned around and asked Yi Cheng and Ailean for their opinions.

Of course, it is mainly to seek Aleks' opinions.

"Master, our student party, how can we have that much money?" Yi Cheng replied, "Otherwise, we'll count 100 yuan."

"There's no way, brother, we have to have a meal too. Did the foreign tourists just saw it? They also have the same price."

"Where can it be? Can foreigners' feelings be compared with our compatriots who are wearing water?" Yi Cheng smiled.

"Oh, it's quite talkative." The master was slightly stunned and hesitated for two seconds, "Let's do this, 150. Let's talk more jokes to you."

"Don't explain the 50 yuan, I can explain it myself."

“…”

Marco and Aleks were both shocked. Are there anyone who bargained like this?

What the hell is that the more you cut, the fewer it is?

People didn’t agree to the 100 yuan just now. Can I agree to the 50 yuan?

"Okay. 50 yuan, come up. I don't have many customers anyway."

The master is quite refreshing.

...

In fact, in 2007, the price was 50 yuan.

Adding commentary will probably only increase by about 10 yuan.

It’s just that he fooled foreigners to shout the price to 200.

Yi Cheng didn't believe the lie he said at all.

I have never taken a rickshaw to bully people from other places, right?

He is not short of this money, nor is he a stingy businessman who can't afford to spend 200 yuan, but he just doesn't like the feeling of being fooled.

Considering that there were indeed no customers, the master agreed without much hesitation.

Yi Cheng took out a 50 yuan picture from his pocket and gave it to the master, then made a lady's priority gesture, inviting Ailean to get on the car.

Ai Leyan was overjoyed and stepped on the rickshaw, followed by Yi Cheng and he also got on.

...

When Marco was about to make do with it and stepped up his legs, the master quickly stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Marco asked in confusion.

The cart puller glanced at him and complained:

"You'll surround me. With your physique, I can't pull both of you."

Marco is 1.97 meters tall, and his body is indeed bigger than that of ordinary people.

The three people combined, and it is estimated that one weighs about 500 pounds.

Yi Cheng looked at him helplessly, then looked at Ailean.

"To be fair, it's really a bit embarrassing to the master."

Oh shit……

Marco scolded Yi Cheng hundreds of times in his heart. Why didn’t you talk about this earlier when you were negotiating the price?

"Or we won't sit anymore, right?" Ailean frowned and said.

As soon as he heard her say this, Marco immediately felt a little embarrassed.

I originally hoped that she would be happy.

"Don't, you guys sit down. I've been here once before, and there's nothing good to experience. You can try it after finally coming here." Marco said.

Yi Cheng was so moved that he cried.

I really don't know what Marco said.

But he had to say, this guy is such a good guy.
Chapter completed!