Counterattack 1988

Li Wenxiu said: "At this moment, who will come?"

Zhou Congee said: "You stay here with Wang Lin, I'll go and have a look."

Wang Lindao: "If you are a media reporter, you will always say that I am not there, and you will not interview anyone."

Zhou Congee let out an oh, and went to open the door.

There were two Americans in suits and leather shoes standing outside the door.

Zhou Porridge didn't need to ask any questions, and looked at the other party with scrutiny.

The presidential suite has butler service.

But Wang Lin and the others had a lot of people, and usually they didn't need a hotel butler, so the hotel arranged for a butler to be outside, and they would arrive as soon as they needed to ring the bell.

Someone came to the door here, and the hotel butler naturally came too.

Therefore, Zhou Porridge only looked at the housekeeper.

Before the housekeeper could speak, the two men in suits took out a work sign on their chests and pointed it at Zhou Congee.

Zhou Congee took a look and immediately understood that these two people were cia.

"Hello, is Mr. Wang Lin there?" A man with a long face asked in a very polite tone.

Zhou Porridge thought of Wang Lin's order, but the person here was not a media reporter, so what should I say?

"What's the matter?" Zhou Congee didn't immediately say that Wang Lin was not at home.

"That's right, we were ordered to ask Mr. Wang Lin about it." The long-faced man said politely.

"Wang Lin is not here!" Zhou Porridge said.

"Not here? Doesn't he live in this room? We checked." The round-faced man took out the housing record issued at the front desk.

Zhou Conge thought to himself, these people are really fast in doing things!
Not long after Wang Lin came back, this group of people came to the door.

Zhou Porridge would not let anyone in casually until he figured out the intentions of these people.

"He lives here, but he hasn't come back yet! I told you he's not here!" Zhou Porridge said, "Can't you understand my English?"

"Hey—" the long-faced man wanted to say something, but Zhou Porridge had already closed the door.

The housekeeper smiled slightly: "You two, please go back!"

The long-faced man and the round-faced man looked at each other and shrugged helplessly.

The round-faced man said: "Someone saw him go back to the hotel, and his family was inside! He didn't see us on purpose. This man is rude!"

The long-faced man said: "I don't see us, what can I do? Report it to the higher authorities!"

The round-faced man said with a look of disdain: "It's just a Chinese, what's the big deal? I really don't know why the higher-ups treat him like this?"

The long-faced man said: "Don't you know? I heard that he rescued the crisis in the library. He killed twenty-five robbers by himself!"

"It's impossible!" the round-faced man shook his head and said, "One person killed 25 robbers? Unless he is the Terminator, or is he Rimbaud?"

"Haha! Rimbaud? The Terminator? Coincidentally, both of them were at the scene! As a result, none of the robbers were killed, and they were huddled among the hostages throughout the whole process."

"That's even more impossible! Is this man from the East stronger than our Rimbaud and the Terminator?"

"I heard that's the case! Our people witnessed it over there!"

"Oh? No wonder we are asked to invite him."

"I heard that Mr. President will come from Washington to meet him."

"Meet him? Shouldn't that be him flying from New York to Washington? Mr. President flies over, that's the time to meet him."…

"Uh—that's right."

"..."

The two left while talking.

Zhou Porridge returned to the bedroom and reported the matter to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin was startled when he heard this: "cia? Are they here to investigate me?"

Zhou Congee said, "I said I came to ask you a question."

Li Wenxiu said: "Isn't that just an investigation? We are here to travel! Wang Lin is a legitimate businessman! Why do they investigate Wang Lin? Don't let them in!"

Wang Lindao: "Maybe because of what happened tonight, do they suspect that I am with the robbers?"

Li Wenxiu said: "Then they are all pig heads! If you were with them, you could kill them all! These foreigners are not worth your life for them! Why did you lay down your life to save them? Really!"

Wang Lindao: "Hehe, I'm not here to save them! I'm here to—"

Li Wenxiu said: "I know, you are trying to save yourself, because you are also trapped in it! But these people don't know what to do!"

Wang Lin said: "Forget it! The matter is over, and nothing happened to me."

Li Wenxiu said: "You sleep well, don't worry about anything else."

Wang Lin said: "I'll get up and take a shower."

Li Wenxiu said: "Don't wash it, let's rest first!"

Wang Lin insisted on getting up, took a shower, and then went to bed.

During those few hours in the library, Wang Lin was always in a tense state.

Whether it's muscles or nerves, it's only now that they slowly relax.

Because of being too tired, he fell asleep.

But he didn't sleep for long, and the muscles in his body woke him up again.

Muscles become extremely sore after prolonged tension.

This soreness made Wang Lin unable to sleep.

Li Wenxiu woke up when she heard his snoring, hugged Wang Lin and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wang Lin frowned and said, "The whole body is sore."

"I'll press it for you."

"No, wait until tomorrow, you call me a service, call a professional technician to come over and give me a press!"

"Alright, let me squeeze it for you first."

As Li Wenxiu said, she sat up and helped Wang Lin massage the four corners.

Wang Lin couldn't help thinking of Xu Ying.

Xu Ying's technique is really top-notch.

It's just that they didn't bring Xu Ying with them when they came to America for a trip this time.

They will be out for a long time, Xu Ying has to take care of the children at home, and by the way, he can help Wang Lin look at the house.

Li Wenxiu actually knows this too, after all, she runs a large beauty salon!

But the methods of cosmetology, compared with the methods of traditional Chinese medicine, are insignificant.

But somewhat useful.

Under his wife's gentle massage, Wang Lin fell asleep again.

Wang Lin, who seldom had dreams, now had nightmares.

Strange dreams flooded into his mind.

One of the scariest dreams was when he woke up and found that everything he had experienced was nothing but a dream.

It turned out that he was not drowned in the subway in the later life, but just fell into a coma and has been in the hospital for emergency treatment.

When he woke up, he found that everything around him was gone!
Aixiu Group is gone!

All the lovers disappeared one by one! …

His son Wang Wen is gone too!

His wife Li Wenxiu also gradually turned into air in front of his eyes...

"Ah!" Wang Lin was startled awake by this dream.

"Wenxiu! Wenxiu!" Wang Lin kept repeating the word.

"Wang Lin! Wang Lin! I'm here! I'm here! What's wrong with you?" His wife's gentle call came from his ear.

Wang Lin wanted to open his eyes, but he seemed to be under a heavy burden, and his body seemed to be imprisoned by something invisible.

He shouted in fear, but he couldn't break free from the invisible shackles.

A slightly cool jade hand was placed on Wang Lin's forehead.

Cool air permeated Wang Lin's body.

Wang Linmeng opened his eyes, looking at his wife's anxious and worried face.

"Wenxiu!" Wang Lin let out a long breath.

Li Wenxiu said: "Did you have a nightmare?"

"Well, a dream with likes and dislikes!" Wang Lin hugged the person in front of him.

Li Wenxiu warmed her own man with her child's heart.

She hugged Wang Lin's head, kissed his forehead, and said, "Is there something wrong with you?"

"No." Wang Lin let go of her, and looked at his wife carefully.

"You don't know me?" Li Wenxiu smiled sweetly.

Wang Lindao: "I had a terrible dream, dreaming that you and my son disappeared from my side."

"How could it be?" Li Wenxiu laughed, "Dreams are always the opposite!"

"That's right! Dreams are always the opposite!" Wang Lin heaved a sigh of relief.

How much he wanted to go back to the afterlife!

But now he is used to everything he has now.

All of this is his hard work.

At this moment, he realized very clearly that the people he couldn't live without in his heart included Li Wenxiu beside him.

"It's time to get up and eat breakfast. I've already ordered service for you and delivered it to your room. You lie still and don't move. I'll feed you." Li Wenxiu said meekly.

"I'm not paralyzed, so I don't need you to feed me."

"Just be an old lady for once!" Li Wenxiu pursed her lips and smiled, "Let me serve you for a while."

Wang Lin couldn't help laughing: "I haven't brushed my teeth yet!"

"Then you go and brush your teeth, I'll come in with breakfast."

"it is good."

Wang Lin got up to check the time, it was already half past seven in the morning.

It's a morning in New York, but the air is not sweet, similar to the air in Shanghai.

I really don't know how insincere some people's words are?
Wang Lin got off the bed with bare feet, walked to the window, and looked at the foggy sky outside.

It's seven o'clock in the morning on a weekday, from the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan, the fog on the Hudson River covers the bottom of the skyscrapers in front of you, and this piece of tall buildings that stand out in front of you on weekdays is like floating in a cloud become softer.

There was no work at this time, and New Yorkers hadn't flocked to this isolated island from all over the place. Even Liberty Island in the distance, there was only one ferry casually approaching the port of Manhattan.Flights from Kennedy, LaGuardia, and Newark to and from various places draw vertical and horizontal cobweb-like marks in the dove-gray sky. Passengers are saying goodbye to the city through the portholes. The world’s iconic buildings are too dense on this island. It made them dizzy, but more passengers arrived in this fog, and the warning lights on the roof were as numerous as the starry sky, replacing the lighthouse as the city's welcome for first-time visitors. …

Gradually, the fog over the city was pierced by the sun, and billboards surrounded by high-rise buildings began a day of performances.This is Times Square at its finest.

This crazy delta, which only occupies 0.1% of the land area of ​​New York, needs to bear the livelihood of 10% of New Yorkers. Here and Wall Street, which is far opposite to it, should be the most familiar impression of New York or Manhattan, but Wall Street belongs to A single function place for a few people, but an area from the center of Times Square to 32nd to 55th Streets has all the occupations of Manhattan from the dangerous and corrupt era to the prosperous and prosperous.From ** to global cultural domination, people from countless backgrounds rub shoulders in a day, a taxi driver can chat with an old lady, and a young man working in a restaurant kitchen can learn about the advertisements upstairs while smoking. A construction worker from Mexico is taking a box of chicken rice from a Middle Eastern vendor on the street.

Times Square has absorbed a mixture of fish and dragons since its birth, and it has become the most vital aspect of the moment.People often say that because of Times Square, one tenth of New Yorkers have food to eat, but Wang Lin feels that it is the people who are struggling to live on the streets that make Times Square meaningful.

Perhaps because it is only one street away from Broadway, this place has become a huge open-air theater, but everyone is on stage, and the performances are the best plays in Manhattan, New York.

Wang Lin looked at the mortal beings under his feet, and the surroundings were so peaceful.

Recalling everything that happened last night, and then thinking about that strange dream, it really seemed like a lifetime away.

Tonight, Deng Lijun will hold a concert on Broadway in New York, using her graceful singing to conquer the citizens of this fashionable city.

Wang Lin regretted not being able to take a photo of the nameplate rights for the benches in Central Park last night.

Originally, he wanted to engrave the word "Aixiu" all over the center of New York!
But thinking about it now, Wang Lin felt relieved again.

Aixiu, Aixiu, he loves Li Wenxiu, how can he prove it to the world?
Li Wenxiu came in with breakfast and fed it to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin sat on the chair, enjoying his wife's tenderness.

Wenwen ran over and looked at his father.

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Wenwen, what's wrong?"

Wen Wen tilted his head and said, "Dad, I heard from my aunt that you have become a great hero! Dad, when I grow up, I want to be a great hero too!"

Wang Lin hugged his son and stroked his head: "What is a great hero like?"

"Like Dad!" Wen Wen laughed.

"Hahaha! I'm not a big hero, I just did what I should do."

Li Wenxiu said: "Yes, each of us, as long as we do what we are supposed to do, then we are all heroes!"

Wen Wen's eyes lit up: "Then what should I do?"

Li Wenxiu said: "Study hard and improve every day! You must first learn the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within 20."

"Mom, I know how to memorize subtraction formulas!" Wen Wen pouted.

"Really? I never taught you! How did you learn it?" Li Wenxiu didn't seem to believe it.

"Aunt Shen Xue taught me." Wen Wen proudly raised her head.

"Really?" Li Wenxiu smiled and said, "Auntie Shen Xue taught you, and you learned it?"

"Aunt Shen Xue is a good teacher." Wen Wen smiled.

Wang Lindao: "Shen Xue was originally a teacher, she mainly taught dance. Dance is even more difficult to learn and teach than culture class!"

Li Wenxiu said: "You are right. It seems that in this respect, I am really inferior to Shen Xue."

Wang Lin smiled and said, "Which way are you better than her?"

Li Wenxiu was taken aback, her delicate face slightly changed color.

Wang Lin knew he had made a slip of the tongue, and quickly said, "I'm joking, don't take it seriously."

Li Wenxiu was about to speak when there was a knock on the door.

Zhou Porridge stood at the door and said, "Wang Lin, those two people came again yesterday and said that a man named ll is looking for you."

Wang Lin was stunned: "ll? Impossible?"

Li Wenxiu smiled and said, "Who is this?"

Wang Lindao: "Don't you even know ll? He is—"