The two cars slowly passed by the front of the Calden Hotel with the traffic, and no one went to take a look at it.

For Chinese youth who are used to seeing tall buildings and rows of buildings, there is nothing to be amazed at about a fifty-story old building.

Only when Yang Shubao introduced that there was a good viewing platform on the top of the hotel, Ding Yuquan curiously stuck his head out of the car window and looked out.

In fact, he doesn't need to be so anxious to see it, he has enough time to watch it slowly.

The intersection was blocked, and they were blocked.

Yang Shubao got out of the car and checked. The intersection was not a simple traffic jam, but a car accident. Several cars had a series of collisions, but the traffic police did not arrive, and only a bunch of people were clamoring together.

Mason guessed the result, and saw him shook his head and asked, "Is it dead?"

Yang Shubao said: "No, I didn't see the details clearly, but this is the city center road. If the car is not driving fast, it shouldn't be dead."

Mason shook his head: "You don't know Johannesburg. If the car is not driving fast, there will be no accidents. There must be someone racing in the city. There are always such idiots. Do you know? They like to drive randomly in the city, saying that they are enjoying their heartbeat. Go to him!"

He was right. After a while, the sound of an ambulance sounded. Yang Shubao looked away again and the ambulance got off the stretcher.

Mason threw the car door and walked down: "Forget it, I can't walk away in a short time. I'll take you here for a walk first?"

He pointed diagonally across and said, "It was a hiking shopping mall, a commercial street that specializes in selling souvenirs, including local antiques and simple luxury goods."

"Is it a real antique?" asked Uncle Yang.

Mason shrugged, "That's the genius."

It's almost time to eat, and there is a food stall on the commercial street, so they stopped the car and walked over.

Here I see many yellow people, some wearing yellow hats on their heads and some wearing red hats. These are obviously elderly tour groups from China, and some are cuckolded. They are not Chinese.

There are many stalls in the commercial street, and almost all the stalls are black people, and there are black people performing activities.

Durum and Ma Xiaodong saw a black girl dancing belly dance, and they ran over quickly.

The black girl looked at the two of them in a charming way, and a child came up with a straw hat to ask for money, and bowed to them repeatedly.

Both young men were very proud of their face, so they took out their change and put it in their hats.

The black girl with a soft waist as soft as a tender willow smiled even more ambiguously, and walked over and gave warm kisses one by one while dancing.

Without saying a word, Durham took out his wallet and gave another piece of money.

The black girl's big eyes became crescent moons, and she hugged him and wanted to dance together.

Ma Xiaodong took out his wallet and saw that there was no Rand. He was going back to China and exchanged all Rand for RMB.

As a result, the child holding the straw hat said, "Ninminbi, Ninminbi, dog!"

Ma Xiaodong laughed loudly. He gave him ten dollars, and the black girl gave him a blowing kiss and then left.

This made Ma Xiaodong very unwilling. Someone later said, "Brother, give me more, maybe I can directly use the big sword?"

Ma Xiaodong turned around and was obviously a Chinese tourist.

Uncle Yang held a handful of grilled sausages and distributed them to everyone. Mason bit and scolded: "The meat has deteriorated!"

He ate while scolding him.

Cai Yue asked, "Do you still want to eat the meat if it is broken?"

Mason said vaguely: "This is South Africa, ma'am, this is Johannesburg."

Since I came to the commercial street, people who returned to China wanted to buy some souvenirs and take them back as gifts.

Maisen stopped them and shook his head: "Just just go shopping here. If you want to buy souvenirs, I will take you to the African Evolution Museum. There are ethnology exhibitions, replicas of Zulu huts and various African wood carvings. The things inside are cheap and affordable."

"Isn't it far?" Cai Yue asked and looked back, worried that she would not be able to catch up with the time.

Mason pointed to the south and said, "Did you see that big hut? That's it, a little farther away, but won't be slaughtered."

Yang Shubao quickly ran to the street to see the traffic jam. After coming back, he shook his head: "I can't go, the traffic police have arrived. They are clearing the traffic. Let's go back?"

Cai Yue was a little disappointed, but Mason told her that there are also places selling souvenirs in the Gold Mine City, after all, it is a large tourist attraction.

After driving through the city, the congestion on the road was immediately relieved. Mason drove his fire and the car rushed on the road.

Zhang Jinjie didn't dare to drive too fast for something to happen: "Slow down, Richard, I almost bumped into someone."

Gold Mine Vein City is a small city, a little dilapidated and a little messy. After all, this was the place where miners lived, not a high-end residential area.

A ten-meter-high granite stone tablet was erected at the gate of the city, with a series of letters carved on it. Ding Yuquan carefully identified it and muttered, "It's fun today, just spend yesterday's money."

Yang Shubao slapped him and laughed: "Today's joy comes from yesterday's efforts. This is a slang term. What did you translate it into?"

Ding Yuquan curled his lips and said, "Oh, Yang Dacaizi, who had only passed the CET-6 exam four times in college, can he laugh at his father in English now?"

Cai Yue sighed: "I look at you with admiration after not seeing you for three days. Lao Yang's college English is indeed average. Now he is so simple. As expected, the environment is the most important. By the way, how many times have you passed the CET-6 exam? "

"I haven't passed the exam." Ding Yuquan was confident.

Mason pointed to the stone tablet and said, "This is for the miners. You know, those black miners will have to rest for two days if they make money for one day, and they will not come back to work until they have no money."

"Isn't this the master Sanhe? It turns out that the master Sanhe has been there so early in South Africa. You should let the tiger come here."

"When the tiger comes, he can carry the stone tablet away. The words on it are gilded, right?"

Ten meters behind the gate, there was a stone carving, which was carved by a miner stepping on the ore. He held a shovel in one hand and stretched forward with the other. There was also a stone tablet next to it with words: If you can walk under my arm, I won't accept your ticket.

The miner's arm was about one meter above the ground, and Ding Yuquan squatted down happily and crawled over.

A staff member next to him smiled and said, "I stood up and walked over. Sir, children under one meter are free."

This is a toll gate. The Gold Mining Vein City has long had no gold to dig. Now it has become a museum and a tourism center, with an amusement park inside.

The ticket price is not expensive, and adults are 50 yuan per ticket, while minors are 20 yuan.

The young man who sold tickets was very skilled. He accepted everyone else's tickets for fifty yuan. When Cai Yue arrived, he only cost twenty yuan for a ticket. He said, "I see that your face looks like a young girl who is not yet adult. You should still be in middle school, right?"

As he said that, he blinked at Cai Yue.

Cai Yue is so happy that women like others to say they are young.

Even if this is a lie.
Chapter completed!