Although Fan Jianqiang was reluctant to be a receptionist, under this atmosphere, he did not have too strong resistance. However, he would rather go to the main villa to see Ouyang Xi.
Those legs seemed a little longer than Xiaoshuang's 42 and a half inch long legs.
When I walked into the living room, the maid had already brought a white hot towel to wipe the faces of the four bodyguards who were guests from afar. Fruits and tea were also served.
Xiaoshuang, on behalf of the host, greeted politely. Three of the four bodyguards did not speak much and were all taciturn. Among them, a young man with a fairly good-looking appearance was more talkative. This person was mainly communicating with Xiaoshuang.
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Fan Jianqiang has always been a very relaxed person. He sat aside, grabbed a bunch of fresh watermelons from the maid's hands, and ate them with a fruit fork.
His maverick behavior was incompatible with the joy and harmony in the living room. A taciturn young man who had never spoken stared at Fan Jianqiang for several times, suddenly said something in a language that Fan Jianqiang disliked the most, and then said something bluntly.
Mandarin said: "The clothes he is wearing seem to be traveling with us. Miss Liang, am I right?"
The long-legged secretary’s surname is Liang.
"That's right, the bodyguard hired by Mr. Shen himself." Xiaoshuang turned to look at Fan Jianqiang. Seeing that he was only eating watermelon as if he had never eaten anything, he frowned slightly and said, "Mr. Fan, come and sit here.
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Fan Qiangqiang smiled, ate the last piece of watermelon on the porcelain plate, clapped his hands, and sat over. He did not sit on the sofa next to him, but unconsciously sat next to Xiao Shuang, almost next to Xiao Shuang.
Those pairs have long legs.
Xiao Shuang frowned slightly, but naturally it was hard to get angry in front of the guests.
Unexpectedly, Fan Jianqiang actually came closer and whispered: "Sisters, you must have been hit today. Someone has longer legs than you."
The weird-tongued bodyguard opposite his face stiffened, and he joked with a smile: "Mr. Fan, it turns out that your relationship with Miss Liang is unusual. Are you a couple?"
Xiao Shuang quickly retorted: "No."
Fan Jianqiang chuckled and said: "Sisters, if you say this, I will be sad."
Xiaoshuang glared at him and whispered: "Don't be ridiculous."
Fan Qianqiang smiled and said, "I'll go to the monitoring room and take a look."
Xiaoshuang wished he would go away, so he responded.
Fan Jianqiang is actually not a person who likes to mess around regardless of the occasion. He just doesn't like to be treated as a receptionist, so he deliberately acts careless.
Just as he stood up, the bodyguard who couldn't speak Mandarin fluently said: "Mr. Fan, drinking tea is something elegant people do. I think we are destined. In the words of you Chinese people, we hit it off. Anyway, we are idle.
Are you willing to give me some advice when we go out to learn from each other?"
Fan Qiangqiang heard him murmur something in Japanese before. Although he is not an angry young man, it is difficult for him to like this country. Japanese cars are all over the world, and Japanese products are involved in various fields. In almost most Chinese families, there must be
There will be one or two Japanese products. Even some people who really insist not to buy Japanese products will always buy products that are actually joint investments by China and the Japanese without knowing it. Fan Qianqiang no matter what he buys before
, will always pay special attention to it. If he accidentally buys something with a Japanese background, he will throw it away without hesitation.
This is not because he is extreme, but because his grandfather once told him that his great-grandfather and great-aunt died under the bayonets of Japanese soldiers. His grandfather hated this very much. When Fan Qiangqiang was a child, a child from the same village had a
Ultraman's toys made sounds. Naturally, Fan Qiangqiang couldn't resist the attraction of the toys and borrowed them to play with. However, his grandfather discovered the Japanese characters on the toy packaging box and gave Fan Qiangqiang a slap in the face on the spot.
Man grabbed it and threw it on the ground, crushing it to pieces.
Fan Jianqiang has always remembered that scene. That year, Fan Jianqiang was only eight years old. His grandfather said sternly: "The Japanese once massacred tens of thousands of our compatriots in China. They owe us a war. As long as we pay back
If there is no repayment for one day, they are all our enemies! I can't control other people, but as long as they are our children, they must abide by the family rules! They are absolutely not allowed to buy Japanese goods, what is that! That is funding the enemy! That is a traitor
!”
After all, it was because Fan Jianqiang, who was almost born in the 1990s, did not have much feelings about that humiliating history, and never had much hatred. However, he did not want to disobey his grandfather, so he has always adhered to this principle.
Of course, there was only one thing: Fan Qianqiang did not listen to his grandfather's words.
There are more than 400 gigabytes of movies in his old man's computer, 90% of which are Japanese.
That's all it was, but Uncle Fan comforted himself, thinking that he was not helping the enemy, but bringing glory to the country.
Hearing that the other party actually wanted to compete with him, Fan Jianqiang narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "Are you sure? You want to compete with me?"
Xiaoshuang said hurriedly: "Mr. Fan, please go to the monitoring room and take a closer look."
Fan Jianqiang smiled and pointed at the Japanese bodyguard and said: "Sisters, don't you see? This little Japanese gentleman wants to challenge me. If I don't agree or accept, doesn't it mean I'm afraid of him?
?It’s okay for me to be embarrassed personally, but I can’t lose the face of China!”
Although the other party's Chinese language was not standard, he still understood it very well. The words "little Japan" made his abnormal self-esteem immediately feel seriously humiliated.
Uchida Hideji suddenly stood up and said with a stern face: "Since Mr. Fan agreed, let's go outside."
Seeing that there was a lot of tension between them, Xiaoshuang hurriedly stood up and said: "You two, please be patient for a moment. Can't you talk to me carefully if you have something to say?"
She looked at Uchida Hideji's companions and motioned for them to persuade them, but unexpectedly these bodyguards remained calm.
Xiaoshuang quickly turned to Fan Jianqiang and said, "Mr. Fan, I am a guest from afar, how can you be rude?"
Fan Jianqiang didn't know what was going on, so he blurted out: "Back then, these little Japanese came as guests, and our land in China suffered a shocking catastrophe. I told them to be polite, but who told me to be polite?!"
One of the other party's bodyguards said coldly: "Half a century has passed since the old rotten millet matter, why are you bringing it up?"
Fan Jianqiang sneered: "Tens of millions died because of that war of aggression. The Chinese people were no better than pigs back then, and they still have no international status until now. But we ourselves have forgotten the shame of that year. If the tens of millions of lives that died tragically were Quanquan,
If you know better, I'm afraid the cuckoo will weep with blood."
The man said: "Do you have to stir up hatred? This is a peaceful era, and what bothers angry young people like you the most is that your ancestors were killed by the Japanese?"
This man spoke so viciously that even a good-tempered person couldn't help it, let alone Fan Jianqiang who had always taken revenge on him that night. The smile on Fan Jianqiang's face was cold, he pointed at Uchida Hideji and shouted: " Just wait a minute!"
Fan Jianqiang's eyes were sharp, glaring at this mean and mean person, and asked without looking back: "Miss Liang, please tell Mr. Shen that I'm sorry for dirtying his house!"
Fan Jianqiang suddenly rushed towards the yawning bodyguard who was still sitting on the sofa. At this moment, the man's hand took out a gun at the same time and pointed the gun at Fan Jianqiang!
It was too fast! The conflict was too fast! No one could see clearly that the bodyguard who pulled out a gun could definitely be regarded as a first-class gun master with his speed.
There was a loud gunshot, and the man flew out along with the entire sofa. However, this was not the end. Fan Jianqiang was like a ghost, chasing the man like a shadow, which completely violated common sense of physics. , like grabbing a bag of rice, he lifted the bodyguard, who was taller than himself, over his head in an instant!
"How dare you, a loser like you, be so arrogant in front of me! It would be easier for me to crush you to death than a fly!"