Huang Bo chuckled and said, "If you want to know, why don't you ask them yourself."
Liu Ming gave an awkward smile and said, "Brother Bo, I've heard that men here are very fortunate, one person can marry seven or eight wives."
As he said this, an envious look appeared in Liu Ming's eyes.
Huang Bo couldn't help but curse, "Look at you, you horny bastard. Why don't you just stay here and marry seven or eight wives."
While they were joking around, another man walked past them, leading a woman wrapped up very tightly. The man looked at Huang Bo and the others, smiling as he said, "As-salamu alaykum."
"As-salamu alaykum" is the local language, which means "hello" in Chinese.
Huang Bo and the others didn't understand, but judging by the guy's demeanor, he was probably greeting them, so Huang Bo said in Chinese, "Hello."
Upon hearing Huang Bo's response, the guy was instantly delighted and in stiff Chinese said, "Are you Chinese?"
Huang Bo nodded with a slight smile.
