Chapter two hundred and ninety second cheated again
"Tsk! Do you think others are as dirty as you think?" Qiu Xiaoyou sneered and retorted, but he stood up sincerely and carefully turned the doorknob. The result...
It’s really locked! How dare they? When the stagnant Qiu Xiaoyou turned his head, his expression was ferocious!
When Wu Mingzhu saw this, her body froze. She took two steps forward and the door opened.
The person who came out was Fang Zhe. He looked at Qiu Xiaoyou in front of the door: "What are you doing? Are you standing here eavesdropping?"
"No, no! I'm asking you to eat." Qiu Xiaoyou suddenly thought out of his wits and waved his hands fiercely to try to clear it up.
Wu Mingzhu braked in time and extended a helping hand: "The noodles are ready, come and eat quickly, otherwise they will burn."
There is a question running through my mind. Did I not do it? Or was my shooting technique too fast?
The key point is why the door was locked and who locked it? This must be clarified.
When Yun Jue appeared, Wu Mingzhu stepped forward and bumped her shoulder lightly: "What are you doing? The door is locked."
"Guess?" How could Yun Jue fall into the trap? Wu Mingzhu's chest was filled with a heavy feeling in her chest as she couldn't figure out what was going on...
"Making braised noodles with tomatoes? Do you still have this skill?" Fang Zhe was quite surprised. Songjiang people don't make noodles this way.
"There used to be a senior who was from the north. She liked to do this, and I followed her a few times." Wu Mingzhu smiled, secretly clenching her fists, and she really wanted to conquer the man's stomach.
"Not bad, it's quite delicious." Fang Zhe praised it simply for the taste.
After dinner, Qiu Xiaoyou said goodbye and left. When Fang Zhe and the two girls were left, Wu Mingzhu looked directly at Fang Zhe and said, "Can you explain the gambling matter thoroughly? Otherwise it will be difficult for us to get along with each other."
If it was about other things, Wu Mingzhu said this, Fang Zhe could immediately pack up and check into the hotel. Now, if people really think about Fang Zhe, they can't do that. After all, the bet is so big, who can rest assured? Before
With Qiu Xiaoyou here, Wu Mingzhu saved some face and didn't press the question so straightforwardly.
"Yun Jue also asked this question of yours, but not as aggressively as you. I will answer you formally now, you must not believe that I have great luck in hiding, and Yun Jue actually does not believe it either. So, no matter what the result is,
Just this one million. I won’t invest even a penny more. If I win, I will continue to lose. If I don’t lose, I will continue to win.”
The seriousness on Wu Mingzhu's face gradually dissipated, and she nodded: "Okay, one million is a lot, but you can still afford the loss."
Fang Zhe stood up and said with a smile: "Go take a shower, I'm covered in stinky sweat and feel uncomfortable."
After Fang Zhe left and the two women looked at each other, Yun Jue said: "Don't look at me like that, it's not what you think."
Wu Mingzhu said: "Meeting Fang Zhe and realizing his extraordinary qualities are both our luck and our misfortune."
Yun Jue stood up and said calmly: "Why do you think so much? Maybe one day you will meet someone better than him?"
"Haha!" Wu Mingzhu smiled perfunctorily, stood up and said, "I'm going to take a shower too, and I'd like to remind you that you violated the rules."
"You can also give it a try." Yun Jue walked away with a smile. The relationship between the two women was very subtle. They supported each other in a foreign country and had a close relationship. However, there was an extra Fang Zhe in the middle.
It doesn't matter, the taste changes when it's in front of you.
Of course, this will not affect the friendship between the two, and what Yun Jue said is indeed the truth. But from Wu Mingzhu's perspective, in the future, every man who is a man will be compared with Fang Zhe, and Fang Zhe becomes invisible.
A benchmark. Whether it is Yun Jue or Wu Mingzhu, they are actually arrogant people. How can they be complacent when they are still young and beautiful?
As for finding a foreigner in the United States, Wu Mingzhu and Yun Jue have not considered it. They are both smart people and they are in the United States. How could they not see that this country is not as beautiful as they thought before? What if they didn't do business in the United States?
When she gets up, Wu Mingzhu will also study hard like Yun Jue and return to China as soon as possible. It is not pleasant to be a low-class person.
The Los Angeles Olympics in 1984 ushered in the money-making model of large-scale sports events. Speaking of large-scale sports events, from the perspective of participants, the one that received the highest evaluation was the one in 2008. It can be said that it has been chased and never surpassed.
"Would you like to go to a nightclub?" Wu Mingzhu came out of the bathroom and saw Fang Zhe in the living room watching the news.
"No!" Fang Zhe shook his head and continued to read the news. Wu Mingzhu wiped her hair and sat on the armrest where she was speaking.
"The media here in the United States are not so friendly to China. If you look at the news here, you will feel that the country is really in dire straits." Wu Mingzhu joked, Fang Zhe glanced at her, confirmed the inner space, and turned to continue to face the TV
: "Some people will say in the future that the air in the United States is free and sweet."
Wu Mingzhu laughed loudly after hearing this and said: "It doesn't matter in the future, someone has said it now, and it probably means the same thing."
Fang Zhe was also happy: "Many people did not do well abroad and had to return to China. How can they overestimate their own value? Of course, it is to belittle the country and elevate the United States. The funny thing is, why do these people want to stay in the country?
To put it bluntly, it’s simple and profitable.”
"Yes, it is profitable to speak ill of the country, so of course you have to speak loudly. But if there is any, let's just talk about it in private."
This was a kind reminder, but Fang Zhe laughed it off: "I don't care, others can't affect me."
At this time, Yun Jue came out of the room and took over the conversation: "It still has an impact. You made such a fuss at the entrepreneur forum last time, which was actually very troublesome. If Yuanda is not a foreign exchange-earning enterprise, if Songjiang is not a bridgehead for reform,
, if you do this in other places, it’s obvious that people can’t do anything to you, but they have many tricks secretly.”
Fang Zhe nodded in approval: "Yes, I was ready to transfer the funds at that time. Later, there was another thing that you must know. I was really ready to transfer the company to Suzhou."
"Of course I know about that! You'd better keep a low profile from now on." Yun Jue advised and sat down next to each other.
Fang Zhe sighed softly and said: "Actually, you know very well that since I want to start a business, sometimes there is really no way out."
Yun Jue was silent for a long time before looking at Fang Zhe calmly: "If you think about it carefully, you may really be a person with great luck."
"What you do in ancient times is called metaphysics, right?" Wu Mingzhu said, "I've read the book, don't lie to me."
"That is, we were born under the red flag, grew up in New China, and accepted materialist values." Yun Jue also felt that "this guy is lying to me", and the smile on his face was ferocious.
"Okay, let me show my cards. In fact, I was buying randomly. I just bought whatever had the highest odds. Why? Guess." Fang Zhe started talking nonsense again, but these two people just believed it.
Faced with the questioning gazes of the two men, Fang Zhe transformed into a magic stick: "For the first half of the year, I have been repeating a dream. In the dream, someone kept telling me how this World Cup was. You know, I actually don't like gambling.
People. But things are so strange. On the first night after I arrived in the United States, I had no dreams."
"You were too tired to sleep." Wu Mingzhu directly denied Fang Zhe's so-called "dream theory."
"Maybe, it's only one million anyway, I can't lose it all, right? The winner will be determined soon, starting tomorrow. It's getting late, I'm going to bed, I hope there will be no dreams tonight." Fang Zhe stood up and decisively said
Leave without daring to stay any longer.
The reason is that the two women sit closer and closer, and everyone knows the rest.
The next morning, after breakfast, a documentary was being played on TV, and the protagonist was the new president of South Africa.
There is no doubt that the Western media has a high opinion of the new president of South Africa, or that the five major media have a high opinion of this fighter. Fang Zhe didn't mean to take another look, stood up and said: "I will take the bowl."
Yun Jue, who had a keen mind, noticed something and said: "Why, do you have other opinions about this freedom fighter?"
Fang Zhe stopped what he was doing and looked at her helplessly: "It's really hard to take a woman like you home as your wife..."
Yun Jue raised her eyebrows and said in a bad tone: "What do you mean?"
"You're thinking too much. I just think you're too sensitive and too relatable." Fang Zhe had a strong desire to survive and quickly found some remedy.
"Humph, then you can't say that to me!" Yun Jue felt relieved and secretly reviewed whether she was being too preoccupied.
"If the water is clear, there will be no fish, and if the people are careful, there will be no disciples. In fact, if men and women want to get along harmoniously, it is good to be a little confused sometimes." Fang Zhe continued to talk nonsense, but Wu Mingzhu said thoughtfully: "Yun Jue
, he is avoiding South Africa’s problems.”
Fang Zhe rolled his eyes at Wu Mingzhu: "It's a shame that you don't use your imagination to write novels."
"Don't try to lie. The look in your eyes when you looked at the fighter on TV just now was contemptuous. I promise you were absolutely right."
Wu Mingzhu's tone was very positive, and she firmly insisted on this topic.
Fang Zhe chuckled and said, "What does the life and death of the African people have to do with me?"
Yun Jue shook his head and said: "I can see that your point of view is actually different from ours. You just don't want to argue or cause trouble. I suggest you say it directly. If you avoid the problem like this, it will be difficult for the three of us to get along.
More trouble."
They are all very smart and confident young people. Once they form fixed views on certain things, it is difficult to change them.
Fang Zhe saw that he couldn't do it without saying a few words, and said with a smile: "I said yes, you can take care of it."
The corners of Yun Jue's mouth raised slightly, as if he had won a huge victory: "No problem."
Fang Zhe said calmly: "You have all learned from Ma Zhe, so let me ask you, is South Africa an industrial country? Another question, what do industrial countries need most? Finally, go and check, the five permanent members of the United Nations, for
The attitude of a South African fighter.”
Both of them were confused. When they listened to these words separately, they could understand each sentence. But when they listened together, they became more confused and couldn't understand each other.
Fang Zhe smiled when he saw this and glanced at the TV. A ray of light hit the "fighter"'s face, shining brightly.
"Let's clean it up first. We'll have time to think about it later." Fang Zhe reminded. The two women looked at each other, and Yun Jue asked, "Have we been deceived by this guy?" Wu Mingzhu nodded.
"Then what are you waiting for?" Yun Jue gritted her teeth. Fang Zhe had no time to run away and was held down by the two men and did not dare to resist.