"Kun たち Chinese people ととてもずるい."

Song Qi's face was covered with iron frost, and he growled in a low voice at Wang Zhiyi's oily dog ​​face.

Matsuki came out of the RB Matsuki noble family, advocated the spirit of warriors, and was arrogant and violent. Because he had a cooperative relationship with Zhuno Club, he was appointed to China to participate in the coordinated management of Zhuno Club's Yamahara Light Chemical Enterprise in Yangcheng. Therefore, he followed Kazuhara Village to Zhangyuan to prepare for Yamahara Company's factory investment in the venture capital plan.

However, Qin Zhuze won the land acquisition target for Zhang Yuan's construction of more than 100 acres of factories first. If he had to build a factory again, he could only wait until five years to obtain qualifications according to the policy.

Nowadays, if you have to set up a factory in Zhangyuan, you can’t get land, and you can only engage in ultra-small industrial auxiliary industries such as industrial packaging.

Therefore, Kamehara Murai brought Matsuki to Guquan Yuran Company several times to find Qin Zhuoze, with only one goal, and wanted to use the strong funds in his hand to acquire large amounts of shares in the newly built factory of Qin Zhuoze, thereby controlling Yuran Group, thereby capturing the huge future profits, and even constantly reshuffling them and dominating the entire factory.

If five hundred acres of land can be obtained, Guquan is located in a poor and wild place outside the border, and the political sense of the central government cannot be encountered frequently or almost impossible. The protection received by foreign-funded enterprises after ten years of reform and opening up has reached the courtesy of royal relatives, and the people are very good at taking advantage of the officials and corrupt officials of China and the Zhuye Society in the future to study what they produce, and that is not casual.

There are too many such situations of the wolf-skinned and blood-slaying Chinese countries, but the news is blocked, which is not known to ordinary people nowadays.

After being yelled by Songqi Wolf, Wang kept holding her round glasses, nodding and bowing, and even a dog was not as good as a dog. "Mr. Songqi, good things are more grinding, good things are more grinding."

Sitting on a long stool, Kamehara Murai put down the Canon camera in his hand and touched a black and white mustache. "Monkey, don't be difficult for Wang Sang. It's not easy for Wang Sang to lead the way with him in such a cold weather. Wang Sang has done his best to promote the beautiful cooperation between Yamahara and Yuran Company. We must thank Wang Sang."

Kameharamurai has knee disease and cannot stand in the cold snow for a long time. He sat down and waited for the fried dough sticks and tofu brains in the fried dough stick stall on the roadside. Although the long bench was a little cold, he didn't mind it.

He is a Chinese master. He likes street snacks all over China very much. He also likes to take some street and alleys in China. In the snow fields outside the border, he took many photos of film rolls, and often made photos into photo albums and sent them back to his home in Osaka. Just now, he took a few photos of the old man who fryed fried dough sticks, and praised the hard work of the old man who could get up early to set up a food stall. He praised the old man in Chinese and gave a thumbs up.

"Kun Kamehara, are you sure you want to eat this food?" Songqi asked without saying goodbye.

He has learned Chinese in recent months. His tongue is like a fire stick, and he often speaks it in a mixed Chinese and text.

Kamehara smiled and replied to Songqi, "Yes, Songqijun, the street snacks in China are very delicious and the production process is quite special, I like it very much."

"い! Did Mr. Kamehara notice that the process of making food by Zhi. The person was very unhygienic?" Songqijun looked at the old man with fried dough sticks and the woman who helped the old man add firewood to burn fire, and her face was full of disgust.

The sheepskin shoulders worn by the old fried dough sticks are shiny. If they take them off, they will definitely shake out two kilograms of oil. The hands that are kneading the dough will be dark except where the white flour is stained.

"Haha." Kamehara Murai sat very straight. After hearing Matsuki's words, he did not refute. He raised his head and chuckled, and then said to Translator Wang, "Wang Sang, there is a folk saying in China. Is it called "I'm not clean and not sick if I eat it?"

"Yes, yes, duck, Turtle Yuanjun is indeed a senior friend of China. I'm afraid many Chinese people are not as good as those of China."

This sentence is just a complimentary sentence, and there is no big problem. However, Translator Wang's expression and eyes, and nodding and bowing, made the dog's moves change the taste.

If Translator Wang put a furry tail on his chest and kneel on the ground and screams twice at this time, he would be more like a slave.

It's strange and puzzling. Four or five years have passed since 1988, and forty-three years have passed, but a small group of pro-Japanese elements always exist. No wonder in the early 18th century, China was regarded as an inferior nation by Japan. Can it be blamed for others if it labels itself as a dog?

The old man who was flipping through the fried dough sticks in the oil pan with an iron hook, looked back at Translator Wang, showing contempt. The woman sitting on the bench burning fire did not knowing whether it was intentional or not, and spat on the ground.

"Kimhara, it's too unhygienic." Matsuki shook his head, revealing his disgust. He planned to eat canned fish and compressed biscuits placed on the car.

"Boss, thank you for your hard work. My fried dough stick can be fried a little bit bigger." Kamehara Murai likes the fried dough sticks to have a layer of crispy skin, which is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. As he spoke, he put a big treasure on the table, "Boss, the remaining money, tip."

"You mean the fried one is a little older, are you?" The old man with fried dough sticks was more kind to Kameharamurai, because Kameharamurai was always very polite as soon as he came and even tipped him. The old man glanced at Datong, "Okay, I understand."

His wife also quickly glanced at Da Duanjie and smiled.

In a small business, who usually comes to eat? If you get a big unity, it will be enough for the old man to scramble in the money box for a long time to find change for people. It may not be enough. He will run home and take all the change hidden in the rice cabinet.

Opposite the road is the temporary rental building of Yuran Group Company.

The employees of Yuran Company either sat or stood in front of the window glass in the house. Guo Rongqi bit a toothpick stick, slanted to the RB person opposite, and said slowly to Liang Minglin, "Minglin, do you think little RB doesn't believe us? Are you planning to eat and drink here and wait for Director Qin?"

Guo Rongqi's title of Liang Minglin is very casual. He opens his mouth and closes his mouth, and may be Brother Lin and Minglin, and even calls him nickname.

"I don't think so they should believe that Dong Qin went to Ximeng." Liang Minglin took out a Chinese cigarette, lit it and took a sip. "They came so early in the morning and must have not been fed. They planned to eat here before going to chase Dong Qin."

After the bonfire party last night, Qin Jieze sent a box of cigarettes to each person.

Guo Rongqi snatched the cigarette roll from Liang Minglin's hand, "Thank you Brother Lin for your good cigarette."

"Guo Zi, you are really good. You save yourself and get rid of Minister Liang." Zheng Hui is not a unit, but the entire Yuran company lives here, and only a few of them eat in the same trough and play cards all day long, and they all become friends.

"It's all brothers, no matter how different ones." Guo Rongqi pulled out his toothpick and threw it away, took a breath of the fairy smoke, and spit out the smoke.

Among all, Luo Xiaoning was anxious. Her boyfriend Tang Xingju was sent out to report to Qin Dong.

Three miles outside the county town, if there was no white disaster and heavy snow, ride a bicycle and go back quickly in the blink of an eye.

However, Luo Xiaoning has always heard that these days since the snowstorm, after dawn, there are still wild wolves who are catching pigs by the county town.

Luo Xiaoning regretted that she and her boyfriend were going to go with her. After walking for a while, she was persuaded to return by her boyfriend.

Wu Dan comforted Luo Xiaoning, asking her not to worry and there would be no trouble. He poured a glass of boiling water to Luo Xiaoning, who was always running outside and looking at the cold face.

Guo Rongqi would comfort people, teasing Luo Xiaoning with a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Great Beauty Luo, you are in extra worry. I dare say that from now on, I will count down five numbers and count for a while, your old Tang must appear at the intersection of the street."

"Guo Zi, I'm anxious, don't be happy, okay?" Luo Xiaoning glanced at Guo Rongqi.

When everyone is happy, Guo Rongqi is a fun thing.

Luo Xiaoning is now having an upset and doesn't want to listen to Guo Rongqi's rap.

"You don't believe it. Everyone is looking at the intersection of the street. I'll start counting now." Guo Rongqi stretched out five fingers.

"Guozi, do you dare to bet? How about a box of cigarettes? If you count five numbers and Xingju comes back, I will lose to you a box of Had Gate, otherwise you will give it to me." Ye Xiu gathered the crowd next to him.

"Hadmen, it's boring. If you don't block Greater China, you'll have to have a box of Ashima or red plum blossoms bloom." Guo Rongqi argued against Ye Xiu.

"Don't you see Xingju appearing, count five numbers in one breath?" Ye Xiu replied, Liang Minglin and Zheng Hui and others laughed.

"How can that be? Wouldn't that ruin my reputation as Guo Zhuge?"

After Guo Rongqi finished speaking, he began to count with his fingers.

five.

Four.

three.

two.

one.

"Look, look, Mr. Qin and the others are back." Zeng Suping, who had never spoken before, raised her hand and pointed at her.

who?

Didn’t it mean that Tang Xingju went to report the message and told Director Qin not to return to the company for a while to hide?

It should be Tang Xingju himself.

How could it be Mr. Qin?

After everyone looked at each other, someone whispered, suddenly understood something, and rushed out of the company in one go.

Across the road, there is a fried dough stick stall.

"The taste is better than I thought!" Kamehara Murai picked up the fried dough stick and took a bite, tasted it, and gave the old fried dough stick a thumbs up and praised.

Matsuki next to him took the compressed biscuits from the car and ate them unflavored. Seeing that Kamehara Murai was drinking the pissy tofu brain, it became more unflavored.

"Kim Yuan Jun, Song Qi Jun, look, that person seems to be Qin?" Translator Wang bit a fried dough stick, pulled up his round glasses, and suddenly took the fried dough stick away, shouting in surprise.

Kameharamurai and Matsuki stood up at the same time and walked up the middle of the road to look around.

"Please see clearly by Mr. Guiyuan. Is it Qin?" Songqi asked. He rarely trusts Translator Wang.

Among the samurai spiritual values ​​of the Songqi noble family, they look down on people like Wang Translator. Songqi believes that Wang Translator is willing to be a horse spirit to cheat more money from Guiyuan.

"He!" Kamehara Murai answered Matsuki in words, with a scent of gritting teeth.

This young Chinese man named Qin made them very passive and spent a lot of effort to public relations.

Gaba, Gaba.

Kameharamurai heard the sound of Matsuki moving his neck and advised Matsuki, "Matsuki Jun cannot be impulsive. The years are no longer in the 1930s and 1940s. There is no need to use force on the territory of China."

"Kim Yuanjun, I'm not going to fight with him. Your investigation is very accurate. Qin, know Kung Fu, I want to compete with him.

In Chinese dialect, it is about the exchange of business matters, and it is up to Mr. Guiyuan to talk about it. I am only responsible for letting Qin learn about the big rb judo.

Compare it and see if it is Chinese Kung Fu or Judo, haha.”

Because of the need to use force, Matsuki changed his depression just now and suddenly became excited.

After accompanying Guiyuan to travel here, Songqi, who had already practiced martial arts, was depressed. Today, he had obtained reliable news that Qin Zhize was in Guquan. He came to block the door early in the morning, but was told by people from Yuran Company that Qin Zhize had gone to the Ximeng League thousands of miles away.

Finally, I met Qin Zhanze. This narrow road meeting made Songqi look forward to it for a long time.

Translator Wang sneaked to the back of the car and hid, rolling his eyes and preparing for both hands.
Chapter completed!