Meyer's company is developing a comedy written by Shadedan.
This is a big deal. Tongli Zhiqi and the director contracted by Meyer Film Company are very busy, and Wang Sisi, as an assistant, can't leave either.
Zhang Jingshun called Fan Simin to Kanfan Farm as a matter of course.
Fan Simin is 1.65 meters tall and has a very classy dressing style. She wears a tight-fitting short shirt that exposes her navel and shoulders. She wears yoga pants that make her legs look longer and her facial features are pointed.
"Uncle, are you okay?" Fan Simin asked standing in front of Zhang Jing in the living room.
Fan Simin is four months older than Wang Sisi, almost the same age, and there seems to be nothing wrong with calling her uncle.
"The day after tomorrow is your birthday." Fan Simin's birthday is the National Day of the United States. Zhang Jing had attended her birthday party earlier, so he remembered it clearly, "What gift do you want?"
Looking into Zhang Jing's eyes, Fan Simin said boldly, "I want to hunt wild boars in cornfields, on hillsides, by rivers, and in the woods."
Zhang Jing said that he also likes this gift. Don't think wrongly. The main reason is that it doesn't cost money.
"You ask for too much," Zhang Jing said coldly, "I can't give it all to you in one day. Today I'll start with hunting wild boars in the cornfield. It happens to be the hunting season."
Fan Simin nodded, "I'll prepare the food. Are two days enough?"
"Five days."
Fan Simin was a little scared, "Can I survive?"
Because we raise cattle, we grow a lot of corn on our farm. In early July, the corn was not yet mature, but it had already attracted many wild boars.
Zhang Jing and Fan Simin have limited power, but they can at least keep a small cornfield safe and make noise to drive away pigs.
The process is omitted.
On the sixth day, Zhang Jing went on a business trip again, from west to east, and landed at Bangzi Gimpo International Airport.
On the bus heading to the city, the news was playing on the on-board TV.
Although I can’t understand the content, I can understand it.
Three colorful murals are being displayed on the TV, each one measuring one square meter.
An elated middle-aged man proudly introduced to the camera the tortuous process of bringing the mural back to Bangzi from a big country.
Originally, tomb robbing was indeed a shameful thing, but here it was an honor.
At this moment, Zhang Jing actually lost his sense of shame and became at ease.
Sure enough, bad people are contagious.
The bus arrived at the entrance of Hanjiang Park and got off at 6pm local time. Zhang Jingben planned to go directly to Itaewon, Yongsan District, and take away a group of beauties.
But thinking of the mummy of the boy in the tower, the pregnant Ding Jiaqi, and the fact that he had just rolled a mat in the wild for five days, Zhang Jing chose to be a human for the time being.
Take a taxi for 28 kilometers from west to east, across the entire Seoul, and arrive at Namyangju City, Gyeonggi Province.
A small town built in a ravine.
It's already summer in early July, and you can clearly feel that the temperature in the mountains is two to three degrees lower than in the city, and it feels quite comfortable.
Because someone is now the boss of the bank.
Treating money as paper, Zhang Jing went directly to a high-end barbecue restaurant, intending to make up for the losses in the past five days.
The atmosphere in the barbecue restaurant was very lively, and several tables of customers were drinking and chatting very noisily.
Following the waiter's guidance, Zhang Jing walked to a square table in the middle of the restaurant and sat down.
Taking the menu, Zhang Jing was secretly surprised by the price.
255 grams of pork belly + spicy white kimchi, seaweed, mustard, and a portion of cold noodles. After conversion, the price is as high as 57 yuan.
But, again, how could someone eat fatty pork belly when he is now the boss of a bank? ? ?
Just tick it on the menu.
Two pieces of charcoal grilled tomahawk steak, 255 grams of grilled tuna meat, 10 garlic-flavored bamboo shrimps, and 10 skewers of lamb. 》Chinese website
Seeing that Zhang Jing had written so much on the menu, the waiter reminded him, "Are you ordering too much?"
Zhang Jing couldn't understand Korean and had a confused expression on his face.
"What kind of drink?" the waiter asked again.
"I don't understand the stick language."
The waiters didn’t understand English either. Both of them
Big eyes stared at small eyes, a little confused.
At this time, next to the table.
Two students, one with blonde hair and one with red hair, were eating and smoking. One of them was Zhang Jing's translator.
"What do you want to drink?"
"Thank you for the translation," Zhang Jing looked at the two troubled girls, "I don't drink."
The girl looked at the waiter and translated Zhang Jing's words.
After ordering, the waiter left first.
As if opening a conversation, across the 1.2-meter-wide aisle, the blond girl in question looked at Zhang Jing and asked, "Where are you from?"
"Great country."
The blond girl with the problem blew out a smoke ring and asked with an unruly expression, "Have we met somewhere before?"
"This is my first time coming to Namyangju City."
After the brief exchange, the food began to be served ten minutes later, and a bunch of small plates of kimchi and spicy kimchi were given away.
Seeing Zhang Jing ordering a lot of expensive food as if he was eating for free, the girl in question was very curious and couldn't help but ask, "Have you encountered any obstacles that you can't get over?"
"Why do you ask?" Zhang Jing was surprised.
"You look like you don't want to live your life." The girl raised her chin towards Zhang Jing's dining table. "Are you planning to commit suicide after eating?"
Zhang Jing was speechless, what kind of weird brain circuit is this?
At this time, the red-haired troubled girl who had been silent thought of something and told her companions about Zhang Jing's old story in stick language.
The troubled blond girl looked at Zhang Jing again and asked, "Are you the doctor's rescue hero?"
Zhang Jing came here to rob the tomb. He didn't want everyone to know about it, so he denied it, "I'm not a life-saving hero. Why are you smoking and drinking here? Why is your hair dyed like this? Where are your parents?"
"It's summer vacation time now," the girl with the hair problem explained, "We came here from Busan to visit friends, and we will change our hair color before we go back."
Zhang Jing nodded, not surprised.
Ding Jiaqi also smoked, drank, and fought during her adolescence.
The point is this is not an isolated case, it is quite common.
Only silly parents think that their daughters and sons are good babies, but that is not the case at all.
Another important point is that parents have no idea how mature their children are.
Boys know early on to find rich girls as girlfriends.
Girls know early on to look for potential and fall in love with boys with good family conditions.
Beautiful girls with poor conditions will find themselves a sugar daddy in college.
In short, because of the Internet, everyone from the age of eighty to the age of eight has awakened.
"Come and eat together," Zhang Jing invited, "I'll treat you."
The two girls were not polite and sat across from Zhang Jing with their plates in hand.
Because they were drinking, they talked a lot, and Zhang Jing spoke nicely. Although it was just the first time they met, they seemed to have been old friends for many years.
This kind of relationship is mainly because there is no need to hide anything between us, it is pure.
Unlike children and parents, who seem to get along well, in fact there are many, even big, gaps.
Until a woman came over and stood next to the dining table, the hot conversation was forced to stop.
