Give up the idea of letting Zhenggong sell special medicine as soon as possible.
Zhang Jing kissed his girlfriend gently on her forehead from close range and asked, "Where is our son?"
"Ding Rui took him out to play. He should be nearby."
Zhang Jing stood up and left the chair, "I'll go find them. Please pay attention to the balance between work and rest. Don't be too tired."
"Well," Ding Jiaqi stood up and said, "I understand."
After leaving Building 23, Zhang Jing contacted Ding Rui on Facebook, his brother-in-law, a big boy with dyed blond hair.
Less than a hundred meters.
Zhang Jing found Ding Rui at the entrance of a cafe on the third floor of Zhonghaofang shopping mall.
I happened to be five meters behind me and saw him deliberately using a bottle to feed a beautiful woman passing by.
He immediately went up to apologize with a grateful expression on his face.
"I'm sorry, beauty," Ding Rui, who has dyed blond hair and an earring in his left ear, said sincerely, "I have wet wipes here."
The woman in a sexy short skirt thanked him, took the wipes handed over by Ding Rui, and praised, "Your son is very cute."
"This is my sister's son," Ding Rui immediately answered, "I'm single, can I buy you a cup of coffee?"
"No," the sexy beauty said, "My boyfriend is going to the bathroom. He will be back later."
"In this case," Ding Rui said with a pity tone, holding the stroller in his right hand and holding the mobile phone in his left hand, "Forget it."
Things didn't end here. A black man with muscles all over his body and particularly white eyes rushed up from the other direction.
Standing between Ding Rui and the sexy woman.
24 or 25 years old, the strong black young man was angry, with his eyes wide open, he threatened Ding Rui with a cold look and asked, "What do you mean?"
"Brother, calm down," Ding Rui said calmly, noting that this was not the first time he had been kicked into trouble. "Your girlfriend is very beautiful. I don't mean anything else."
"It's best this way," the black man with particularly white eyes warned Ding Rui, "or else I'll crush your bullets."
The other party was too strong, so Ding Rui didn't want to talk back to avoid being beaten.
"Wait a minute," at the door of the cafe, when the black man was about to leave, Zhang Jing couldn't look past him and stretched out his hand to stop him, "You are very domineering, how about we compare our strength?"
Only then did Ding Rui see Zhang Jing behind him.
The young black man with particularly white eyes looked at Zhang Jing from close range, "What's the bet?"
He reached into his pocket and took out a stack of money, "Ten thousand yuan."
"Okay," the strong black young man's eyes lit up when he saw the green banknotes, "I'll bet you that this one will be the fastest in an arm-wrestle."
"Where's your bet?" Zhang Jing asked.
"I don't have any money, but you will definitely lose. Hurry up and compete."
It sounds strange, but Zhang Jing is not surprised. This is the traditional and normal thinking mode of black people.
For example, there is a car on the roadside and there are five dollars in the driver's seat.
Normal people would not have any thoughts when passing by, but African Americans have a novel brain circuit. They instinctively think that the five dollars belong to them, and will not hesitate to smash the glass with a stone and take the money away.
It sounds a bit ridiculous.
But in their understanding, this is a matter of course, natural, natural, justified, and allowed by God.
Of course, this is not an absolute thing. One hundred African Americans will date ninety people doing this.
In certain neighborhoods, the ratio is 100 percent.
Therefore, in the face of the black man's request, Zhang Jing insisted: "You have to spend 10,000 yuan before I can fight with you."
"I don't have 10,000 yuan."
Zhang Jing kindly suggested, "You can swipe your credit card and I'll wait for you in the cafe for an hour to raise the money."
"Okay!" The strong black young man felt that he was lucky, "You wait for me in the cafe, and you are not allowed to go anywhere, otherwise I will crush your penis."
Zhang Jing nodded.
After the deal was concluded, the dark young man immediately began to prepare the money. Zhang Jing took the stroller from Ding Rui and pushed it into the cafe.
"Brother-in-law," Ding Rui, who has dyed blond hair and an earring in his left ear, asked, "Are you standing up for me?"
"Um."
"But..." Ding Rui said anxiously, "What if you lose?"
"Don't worry," Zhang Jing said, "I won't lose. I won't give that black man even the slightest chance of winning."
"Oh~" Looking at Zhang Jing's profile, Ding Rui, who had dyed blond hair and looked particularly white-skinned, understood, "Let's sneak out through the back door and not give the black people a chance to defeat us."
Zhang Jing has a mouthful of old blood stuck in his heart. Will he run away?
Does he need to escape?
Without choosing a place, Zhang Jing sat down in the empty seat with the stroller in his hand, took his son out of the stroller, and let his feet stand on his lap.
Looking at his father, Zhang Yi had a smile on his face. He looked like both Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi.
"Dad...Dad..." Zhang Jingjiao spoke to his son.
York is the eldest, born in January.
Zhang Yi is the second child, born in February.
Zhang Luoer is the third child, also born in February.
It's November, and nine-month-old babies should be talking.
With his little head shaking and his hands waving wildly, Zhang Yi smiled and shouted, "Dad..."
"Yes," Zhang Jing said in a good mood, "Call daddy."
"dad...."
Being able to shout only one word was also a huge surprise. Zhang Jing was very happy. At this time, a short-haired waitress in her mid-thirties came to order and praised, "Sir, your son is very cute."
His attention moved to the waiter. Zhang Jing wanted to say thank you, but was slightly taken aback.
Zhang Jing was heartbroken when he saw it. The short-haired waitress smiled and asked, "Sir, do you have any questions?"
"No problem," Zhang Jing asked to the point, "Are you from Jiangnan City?"
The waitress smiled and asked, "Do I speak English very hard?"
"It's not serious, because I am the same, so I can hear it."
"I have been working here for a year," the short-haired woman introduced herself, "I came here through an export labor service company and got a two-year contract. Why are you at Temasek?"
"For some reason, I'm here."
While talking, Zhang Jing finished ordering, two small cakes, two small biscuits, and two glasses of juice.
Taking the order, the short-haired woman smiled and said, "It will be ready soon. Please wait a moment."
Zhang Jing nodded.
The food arrived quickly, and it took about forty minutes to eat snacks while spending time with my son.
When Ding Rui urged him to run away quickly, a strong black young man with particularly white eyes came back.
"Here's the money, in new currency, exactly 10,000 meters." As he spoke, the dark and strong young man put the money behind the dining table. "Now compare?"
Zhang Jing also put the money on the dining table, signaled Ding Rui to get out of the way, and gave his seat to the money-giving boy.
Ding Rui left the chair, and the dark young man sat down, stretched out his right hand, and rested his elbow on the middle of the dining table.
"Be right now, I have never seen a stupider idiot than you in my life," Hei Zhuang urged, "I can't wait to spend your money."
"Sir," a short-haired waitress about thirty years old came over, thinking that the black man was going to bully Zhang Jing, and reminded him, "There is surveillance here. If you provoke a fight, you will be punished by caning."
"What's wrong with the surveillance?" Hei Zhuang shouted to the waiter, "We're just borrowing your place to show off."
"There's no fight, just a voluntary arm-wrestling contest," Zhang Jing looked at the short-haired waitress, "Please call your manager over and give us a witness."
That's right, Zhang Jing doesn't believe in the credibility of the other party.
"You can't compete with him," the waitress, who was in her mid-thirties and had a friendly image as a fellow villager, reminded Zhang Jing in her hometown dialect, "Don't lose your money here."
"It's okay," Zhang Jing said in English, "please call your manager over."
Soon, the cafe manager arrived. She was also a woman in her forties. She was dressed in business attire and looked very formal.
After understanding what happened, the manager in professional attire said, "I bear witness to you. Please put your hands on the dining table and hold them together."
Zhang Jing stretched out his right hand, resting his elbow on the middle of the dining table, and held it together with Hei Zhuang.
"3, 2, 1..." the cafe manager shouted, "Start!"
After the words fell, the cafe manager thought that the competition would be fierce, but it turned out not to be the case.
Zhang Jing remained motionless.
Heizhuang was exerting force, but it seemed that he was not exerting force because his opponent was motionless.
Feeling the difference between a ton of strength and an athlete, Zhang Jing slowly pressed his strong black wrist on the dining table without any suspense.
Ding Rui was dumbfounded, as were the restaurant manager, waiters, and other diners.
No one expected Zhang Jingli to be so powerful and win with an overwhelming advantage.
The most surprised person was Hei Zhuang, with his mouth wide open and eyes wide open, as if he had seen God.
"Thank you," Zhang Jing took away the two stacks of money on the dining table and said politely, "I wish you a good mood today."
After reacting, Hei Zhuang couldn't accept the fact that he failed. Hei Zhuang jumped up from his chair and shouted, "Give me back the money, I borrowed all that!"
Zhang Jinghehe.
Ding Rui hehe.
The restaurant manager looked at Hei Zhuang seriously, "Sir, please leave here. If you dare to cause trouble or smash a chair, you know the consequences."
Of course Hei Zhuang knew the consequences. He had just been arrested three months ago and received three whippings.
The skin is torn apart.
I hate that this place is not an ally, otherwise he would definitely get an Aka rifle, smash the decoration of the cafe, and rob the cashier.
It's a pity that this is Temasek, so we don't dare to mess around, so we can only leave in anger.
Becoming quiet again, Zhang Jing thanked the cafe manager, "Thank you for your help."
"It's nothing, it's just a little effort, not to mention you are a celebrity in our Temasek, Mr. Zhang Jing."
'Celebrity' is not a good thing in Zhang Jing's opinion.
If you know how to surf the Internet and look up names, big data will push fake news to the queryer about someone who controlled a hundred people in a row at the Corn Cob Nightclub.
So Zhang Jing didn't want to become a 'celebrity', so he politely said, "Thank you for causing you trouble."
The cafe manager smiled and turned to leave.
When the short-haired waiter in his mid-thirties was about to leave, Zhang Jing stopped him in time, "Sister, can I buy you a glass of juice?"
The short-haired waitress was slightly taken aback. She didn't expect Zhang Jing to invite her to drink, so she declined politely: "I can't accept invitations from guests during working hours."
"So that's it," Zhang Jing said, "I'll wait here for you to get off work."
"I've only been at work for an hour, and I have to wait until nine o'clock in the evening."
"It doesn't matter," Zhang Jing didn't give up, "I'll wait for you."
waiter:"..."
Ding Rui: "..."
"This is the fourth update. I wish you happiness every day and always have someone in your heart.
Fifth update at 6:01. "
