"Ahem, O'Dean, just say less."
Luca, who was driving, glared at O'Deen, who had been talking without thinking, through the rearview mirror, and then apologized to Xiao He: "I'm sorry, O'Deen didn't have a good impression of Chinese celebrities before, so he might have said some harsh things before and now. But he didn't mean it to you or China. He has great respect for you and has mentioned you to us several times before."
Oudern belatedly apologized, "Sorry, I misspoke again."
Xiao He didn't mind, he was just a little curious.
O'Der-En naturally has a prejudice against Chinese actors.
No wonder he was rude and had a terrible tone when we first met, like a firecracker, leaving everyone confused.
But who exactly gave Oudern such a bad impression? And it almost dragged him into it.
"Has the convoy contacted other Chinese actors before?"
"It wouldn't really be called contact, I just don't really like the other person's way of doing things."
O'Dean didn't go into details, but instead pointed out the street scene outside the car window to Xiao He: "By the way, is this your first time in Italy? This is still the city center. We'll be heading to the suburbs soon. There are very few shops there. Would you like to look around and buy something to eat?"
Xiao He could only turn his gaze to the outside of the car window.
Mengla is a small town next to Milan, and it usually receives some tourists from there. The surrounding street scene has its own Italian architectural style, and it also has some ancient buildings with historical significance.
Especially their church, with its classic Gothic white and black striped marble exterior, looked majestic and solemn. Xiao He could even see some neatly dressed people standing outside the church, already devoutly facing the church with their hands clasped together and heads bowed in prayer.
The religious traditions here are very strong. Although Xiao He did not believe in them at all, he respected them. So he only glanced at them and quickly looked away.
O'Dean is American and doesn't believe in these things. However, during their hushed conversation, he quietly told Xiao He that some local race car drivers would come to the local church to pray before a race.
The Mengla Circuit is located in an area with a strong religious atmosphere, surrounded by several historic churches. The nearest famous church is only a few kilometers away from the circuit, and the drivers can hear the church bells ringing during the race.
Therefore, in previous years, racers would often stop by a church on their way to the race to offer a prayer.
This can be considered a unique aspect of local customs and traditions abroad.
Before anyone could say anything, the loud roar of a sports car engine suddenly came from the road next to them.
"Buzz—"
The cacophony of engine noise instantly passed by their slowly moving vehicle as they headed towards the racetrack ahead.
Everyone even experienced a momentary hearing loss.
Xiao Chen pressed her face against the car window, watching the two luxury sports cars speed away, and clicked her tongue softly: "Wow, is this still considered a neighborhood? Can you race cars here now?"
Isn't street racing illegal in other countries too?
Luca, who was driving, cursed a few times in English.
O'Dean frowned and replied to Luca in English, "It seems like we run into these rude guys every year!"
"Yes, they'll realize their mistake when those people cause them trouble later."
Luca continued driving slowly forward, grumbling as he went.
Xiao He quickly asked Ou De'en, "Why is that?"
“That area we just passed was a church,” O’Dean pointed to the spot they had just driven through. “Even though we don’t have any religious beliefs, we all know to slow down and keep quiet, but those guys were so rude.”
It disrupted the peace of God.
Xiao He understood immediately.
It's like racing cars in front of a temple.
Although it's not illegal, it's very taboo.
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