Zhou Changfu

On May 8, 2014, at Incheon International Airport, South Korea, Zhou Jing was still groggy when he got off the plane.

This time he went abroad was different from before, so Zhou Jing changed his previous dressing style. He wore a small blue checkered shirt on white background, a short business windbreaker with navy blue, khaki casual pants and white shoes, which made him look like an uncle.

There is no way, the dressing match of engineering men is just this taste.

His head was still in a hangover and he didn't fully wake up. It was all because of the bitch Yang Xiaoxiao, who wanted to deliver the farewell wine to Zhou Jing on the last day before departure, which almost made him unable to catch up with today's plane.

I drank a little bit out of pieces, but I still remember the scene last night.

"You went to Korea this time. If I had a signature meeting in Grand Crown, you must go for me, do you know?" Yang Xiaoxiao's tongue was obviously already big.

"That's right, especially Xiaomin's signature, you must get it back for me." Yan Jiayi added.

"Get out... I'm going to do work, not to chase stars, I have no time." Zhou Jing had already drunk almost.

Yang Xiaoxiao silently stretched out a finger. Zhou Jing saw it, shook his head, and stretched out three fingers.

Yan Jiayi looked at these two guys and didn't know what code they were calling.

In the end, the two people made a deal with two fingers, two bottles of Wuliangye, otherwise they would not be allowed to negotiate.

"That Scene, why do I remember that you haven't given me the last IPAD money?"

"You remembered it wrong, I gave it."

"You didn't give it."

"I gave."

"Lying on the grass..."

"It's useless to curse people."

"Axi..."

“It’s useless to speak Korean.”

“WTF…”

"Hehe...I don't understand."

Zhou Jing rubbed his still swollen head, took out his cell phone and connected to the airport WIFI, followed the crowd to the turntable where he was collecting his luggage.

"Dingdong..." As soon as I connected to WIFI, a message came from WeChat on my phone.

[Y.L Baby: Brother Zhou, have you arrived in Korea?]

This is a WeChat message sent by the beauty with the long-legged girl. Zhou Jing returned to her hometown during the May Day holiday and wanted to invite this little sister to have a meal, but she was in a closed training camp and had to give up.

[Zhou Jing: I just arrived and was about to pick up my luggage. Your training is over?]

[Y.L Baby: It's early, it's time to rest now, and I'm going to come here after a while.]

[Zhou Jing: Come on, train hard, and wait for you to win glory for the country.]

[Y.L Baby: Well, Brother Zhou, we will also go to Korea in September. You can come to me when the time comes.]

[Zhou Jing: Haha, I can’t get into the Asian Games Village. I’ll treat you to a meal when your game is over.]

[Y.L Baby: OK, I will call out our whole team at that time.]

[Zhou Jing: Haha...get out...you want to make me bankrupt. I won't say anything. I'm going out later. I'll contact you when I'm settled.]

[Y.L Baby: Yes...I'm going to go to training too. Goodbye Brother Zhou. Remember to help my teammate get a signature for tea eggs.]

[Zhou Jing:...I understand.]

Zhou Jing turned off his phone with a dark look on his face, thinking, why do anyone thinks that he can meet his idol when he reaches South Korea? Is this something you can pick up on the street?

Pushing the luggage cart out of the airport exit, Zhou Jing was about to look around to find the person who came to pick him up, but was stunned by the scene in front of him.

There were many people standing outside, holding whiteboards in their hands, without any sound.

Just lift it up, and hold it in front of yourself, blocking your face tightly, but judging by your figure, it should be small.

Is this picking up people? Why does it look like a protest?

Although Zhou Jing said it in Korean, he was not very familiar with the words created by the King Sejong, so he walked closer to see what was written on the whiteboard.

As a result, Zhou Jing got closer and the person on the other side took a step back. In the end, the other party might not be able to stand Zhou Jing anymore, so he put down the whiteboard in his hand.

"Agassi, stop leaning over, you'll block us, and they'll come out in a while." The round-faced girl said to Zhou Jing with a blushing face.

"All of you are here to pick up your oppa?" Zhou Jing understood a little. This is a large-scale star-chasing scene. This kind of experience has never been seen before. It is worthy of being a country for national entertainment.

But why are Koreans called Agassi and Assi...

"Ne, Agassi, so please don't interfere with us, please." The little girl bowed 90 degrees to Zhou Jing very politely.

Zhou Jing looked at this little girl with laughter and cry. In the news in my memory, I have always been abhorrent of fans' star chasing and being hindered. Today, he, a passerby, was disgusted by fans' star chasing and being hindered by their star chasing. Well, that's not the case.

Just chase stars. What do you do with a whiteboard to cover up? It’s not a shameful thing.

Soon Zhou Jing found the person who came to pick him up. A young man in a dark suit also held a whiteboard in his hand, with the two big words "Zhou Jing" written in Chinese.

"Anihasa, I am Zhou Jingyimida." Zhou Jing walked up to greet him in Korean.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou, I am your assistant Su Dongpo. Xie asked me to come and pick you up." The young man put away the whiteboard and bowed while introducing himself in a pure and fluent Chinese mouth.

"What did you say your name?" Zhou Jing was not surprised that the young man could speak Chinese, but was surprised by his name. He didn't know if he really knew about this name.

The young man introduced himself to Zhou Jing very seriously. Yes, his name is Su Dongpo.

"Zhou Chang-man, my father is Korean and my mother is HZ in China. Because my father likes this Chinese poet very much, and he lamented that this ancient man built Sudi for his mother's hometown, so he gave me this name to commemorate him."

Su Dongpo explained the origin of his name to Zhou Jing. When he met Chinese people, he often saw the other party's confused and curious eyes, so he was already familiar with this set of explanations.

"That's right. I should be older than you, so I'll call you Xiao Su. Your Chinese is good. Did you learn from your mother?" After hearing the other party's explanation, Zhou Jing almost wanted to ask if he was his father's biological child. This name was too casual.

"Yes, Mr. Zhou, I actually grew up in China and returned to Korea after I was 12 years old."

Zhou Jing did not rush to ask Su Dongpo to change his words or something. After all, he was not very familiar with him just now, so he still maintained a relationship with superiors and subordinates, and it is more appropriate to call him his position.

But what does this executive mean? There are names of executive vice presidents or executive vice directors in China. I don’t know if it’s the same thing, and what’s going on with his master’s specialist.

With these questions in mind, Zhou Jing followed Su Dongpo all the way outside, got on a business car that was parked there in advance and drove away from the airport.

(Thank you all for your support for Ganglian. This afternoon, this book will be selected and recommended for new books in the urban category. Originally, I wanted to double updates, but I may be a little tired recently and not in good condition, so I try to double updates today. Some book friends felt that I didn’t understand the chapter yesterday, so it doesn’t matter. Let’s see if I will tell you later.)

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