When Yang Feng, who was dressed in a suit and leather shoes and carrying a suitcase, walked out of the waiting hall, the first thing he saw was a row of van-like vehicles parked neatly on the parking lane outside.

At this time, an old man in his fifties, who was wearing a black uniform and his hair was half gray, walked up to him, bowed slightly to him, and stammered in English in a strange tone, "Sir, do you want to take a taxi?" ”

Yang Feng looked at him, smiled slightly and said in proficient Japanese: "You can speak Japanese with me, it doesn't matter." ”

When the old man heard this, a look of surprise appeared on his face: "Ah...... Sir, it's great that you speak Japanese. I'm really sorry, I don't speak English well, please forgive me. ”

"You're welcome." Yang Feng waved his hand slightly, "If you can, please send me to the Hilton Tokyo Bay." ”

"Of course there is no problem, thank you very much for accepting my service."

The old man in uniform hurriedly walked up to Yang Feng, bowed slightly, and stretched out his hands to him.

"Give me the suitcase, please."

Yang Feng didn't doubt him, and handed him the suitcase.

"Sir, please follow me!"

The old man opened the back door of the car and put the suitcase in, closed the door and walked quickly to the car, opened the door, and put his palm on the door, and then said respectfully: "Sir, please get in the car." ”

Looking at the old man's movements, Yang Feng nodded slightly. It is rumored that the Japanese are world-famous for their service industry, and it is indeed well deserved, as can be seen from these humble things alone.

The old man closed the car door, got into the driver's seat on the right, and skillfully started the car, and the car soon merged into the traffic on the street.

Perhaps all taxi drivers in this world are talkative, and this old Japanese man is no exception, and after driving for a while, he asked, "Sir, are you from China or Korea?" ”

"I'm from Huaxia." Yang Feng bowed slightly, and then asked, "How do you know that I am not Japanese, is my accent so obvious?" ”

The old man laughed: "Of course not, sir, your accent is very standard, no different from the Tokyo accent." However, most of the people who come out of the airport and take a taxi are foreigners, and Japanese people rarely take a taxi. ”

"Very little?"

Yang Feng couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart, not to mention anything else, just rushed to the service attitude of the taxi driver to be a lot higher than that in China, and he observed, although this taxi is not a new car, but the car is wiped clean, and there is no peculiar smell, why don't the locals want to take it?

Although he was a little curious, Yang Feng didn't care, and after the two chatted a few more words, Yang Feng shifted his attention to the street outside.

But soon Yang Feng knew the meaning of what the old man just said, when the taxi arrived at the door of the destination Hilton Hotel, Yang Feng was startled as soon as he got out of the car and checked out, less than 30 kilometers of the road actually asked for 12,000 yen, equivalent to 650 yuan in Huaxia, such a price really scared Yang Feng.

As if expected, the driver respectfully handed Yang Feng a price list, which clearly marked the price of the taxi in Japanese and English.

The starting fare of a taxi in Japan is 40 yuan, and the price starts after two kilometers, 80 yen per 274 meters, and it starts to rise by 30% after 11 o'clock in the evening.

Nima's, such a price can buy a short-haul ticket, okay.

Looking at this detailed price list and the official seal and complaint phone number of the relevant Japanese departments, Yang Feng shook his head helplessly, no wonder the driver just said what the locals generally don't take taxis, it turns out that the root is here, it's not that the Japanese don't like to be taxis, it's that the price of taxis is too expensive, so that even ordinary Japanese can't afford it.

However, Yang Feng did not feel angry or slaughtered, after all, this price was clearly stipulated, he took out a 10,000 yen and a 2,000 yuan note from his wallet and handed them to the other party.

"Hi...... Thank you for your attention! ”

The driver who took the money with both hands respectfully bowed deeply to Yang Feng.

"You're welcome."

Yang Feng took the suitcase in the other party's hand and was about to walk into the hall, when he turned around by chance, he saw that the other party was still standing in place and bowing to himself, and a breeze blew and lifted the other party's gray hair and old face.

Yang Feng couldn't help but sigh lightly in his heart, he turned back and walked up to him and asked, "I may be walking around Tokyo these days, how can I contact you if I want to use a car?" ”

"Huh...... Sir, are you going to use a car these days? ”

The old man looked up, a look of surprise in his eyes.

"Yes!"

Yang Feng nodded.

"If it's convenient, please give me a business card, and I'll call you then."

"Hi ......"

The old man happily took out a business card from his pocket and respectfully handed it to Yang Feng with both hands.

"Sir, as long as you need it, just call me, even if it's night, I will definitely try to serve you!"

Yang Feng took the business card and put it in his pocket, "Okay, that's it, goodbye!" ”

"Hi...... Thank you again for your pampering and goodbye! ”

Yang Feng turned around and walked to the hall, and when he arrived at the door, a doorman immediately stepped forward to take the suitcase in his hand and led him to the service desk.

Since Yang Feng must have booked a room before he came, he quickly completed the check-in procedures and gave a tip of 2,000 yen to the doorman who helped him carry the suitcase, Yang Feng casually asked about some things in Tokyo.

The doorman who got the tip naturally knew everything he knew and told Yang Feng everything he knew, such as what interesting places and attractions were nearby, where there were delicious foods, and even the things to pay attention to if he wanted to find help.

It wasn't until Yang Feng seemed to inadvertently inquire about the Tokyo Jingjiatang Library, but the doorman frowned a little before telling Yang Feng. Although the Seikado Bunko is a famous museum, the security guards there are very unfriendly, so he and his friends went once and never went again.

Although he didn't get the news he wanted, Yang Feng didn't care, handed the doorman a tip of 1,000 yen, and sent him back.

Back in the room, Yang Feng took a shower first, slept again, and by the time he got up, it was already evening.