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The plane landed, and the airport was quite large, at least bigger than Dali Airport and comparable to the one in Xishuangbanna. Thinking about Sanya's airport, Shi Tian shook his head. He had heard that a new airport was being built there; maybe they could compare once it was in operation.
Boxes of luggage were being dragged out, and Shi Tian stood there, feeling a bit dazed. Wasn't someone supposed to pick him up? If they didn't arrive soon, he would have to buy a local SIM card and book a hotel himself! He regretted not thinking about what to do during the flight.
The problem was that he didn't have a single local currency in his pocket. How could he buy a mobile card? He didn't even have a single bill of cash on him—who carries cash these days?
If only he had brought some US dollars; they would definitely be useful here. But who could have guessed that Shi Ye and the others would leave him hanging? They had just tossed him onto the plane, and he had thought he would be joining them for some fun, only to find himself abandoned.
As Shi Tian pondered whether to find a Chinese person to exchange some money through Alipay or WeChat, a bespectacled young man approached him with a phone in hand.
He looked at Shi Tian and then back at his phone screen, seemingly unable to confirm anything before asking.
“Yes, I’m Shi Tian.” Finally connecting with someone eased his worries.
What kind of person had Shi Ye arranged for him? The guy in front of him seemed unreliable. He had been left waiting here for almost an hour; he definitely needed to get back at Shi Ye later!
“Where’s your passport? Let me see!” The young man squinted at him through his glasses, holding the phone up for inspection but still unsure. Now he wanted to check his passport too.
With no money in hand, Shi Tian had no choice but to endure it. His desire for revenge increased! Once he got settled, he would definitely get back at him!
After receiving his passport and confirming it, the young man said, “Wait here; I’ll bring the car around.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the young man took Shi Tian’s passport and hurried off. Shi Tian didn’t even have a chance to follow; there were several large bags nearby!
After waiting another five minutes, an old Alpha pulled up in front of him. The door opened, and two individuals draped in checkered cloth stepped out—they were Maasai.
Shi Tian recognized the Maasai; their attire was too distinctive—no one else dressed like that.
“Shi Tian?” one of them called out.
Shi Tian felt like exploding. Was picking someone up supposed to be more complicated than going through customs? What was going on?
But given the circumstances, he couldn’t afford to lose his temper! His passport hadn’t been returned yet, and now he couldn’t even book a hotel—this was turning into a big hassle!
“I’m Shi Tian! Did Ye Ge send you to pick me up?” He forced a smile as he asked. After some mumbling back and forth, he still didn’t understand what they were saying—what language was this? Sri Siva Language? He hadn’t learned that!
That young man must have been arranged by Shi Ye; as soon as they landed, he took his passport—clearly worried that Shi Tian might wander off! At least if they took his passport, they could have introduced him to the local situation! What did it mean to send two people who couldn’t communicate with him?
Sandwiched between the two Maasai for over half an hour on the road, they finally arrived at their destination. Shi Tian hadn’t expected traffic jams in Africa. As they unloaded the luggage, he quickly got out of the car; losing his passport was one thing, but if anything happened to his bags, he would be left with nothing!
One of the Maasai handed several bills to the driver; apparently, this car was a taxi. Was this all Ye Ge managed after ten years in Africa? His subordinates didn’t even provide him with a proper vehicle?
As the gate opened, two men helped carry the luggage into the courtyard. Finally feeling somewhat secure upon entering, Shi Tian spotted something familiar—a Chinese product: an electric signboard made from oracle bone script.
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