The days when I sold coal in the coal mine

Chapter 566 Who Are You?
"What do you want to eat?" The two sat down.

Well, the menu is available in both Chinese and English, but Zhang Xiaobei really doesn't care much about what he eats.

No matter what kind of writing he is, Laozi always looks at pictures when he eats.

As long as the dish looks good and there is no "sugar", we dare to eat it.

Of course, Zhang Xiaobei also has accumulated "experience".

The last time I came to New Zealand, I went to a local restaurant. Although Zhang Xiaobei said that he scored 46 points in the CET-[-] test, of course, he still failed, but when he came to the restaurant, he realized that there were not many people who could use it.

Moreover, there is no picture reference at all in their menu.

It's not as good as the packaging bag of instant noodles, which also draws a bowl of noodles for you.

But we can't be ashamed, what should we do?
More stone chant!

The result of Shi Geng's order was: Shi Geng served him a large table of juice drinks, but he didn't eat at all.

There was no other way. He gritted his teeth and drank four or five glasses of fruit juice before leaving.That time was really a failure.

It's better to be a Chinese restaurant. There are recipes and pictures for this order.

Zhang Xiaobei is not welcome when he comes, a roast duck, a vegetable, a sea bass, and a plate of dumplings.

The other person had no objection, but the one who watched it curled his lips for this plate of dumplings.

Three plates were added directly.

You Zhang Xiaobei can't say anything about that person's treat.

Just a question, have we eaten yet?I just tasted four or five. Diabetics dare not eat more dumplings.

This guy said directly, enough to eat is not bad.

But this guy told Zhang Xiaobi that the Chinese eat dumplings as their staple food, while foreigners always eat dumplings as a dish.

You can’t just eat this meal, the more you eat the dumplings, the more you eat the rhythm, and New Zealand itself is rich in red wine, so open a bottle.

If you can't drink it and take it away, it's over.

While waiting for the dishes, Zhang Xiaobei found out that this Liao was getting more and more interesting, so he asked.

Say Mr. Liao, you are from the south, but your level of eating dumplings is indeed "excellent", even better than the northerners!
Four plates of dumplings, are you really eating?
But this one came to say, it's okay, as a child, he likes to eat this bite.

This sentence made Zhang Xiaobei say that Zhang Xiaobei loves to eat since he was a child, which directly negates the statement that he is a southerner.

Isn't this the topic of the conversation, anyway, it's chatting all over the world, but after chatting, this one doesn't bite his tongue anymore, and you will be stunned for a while by Xiaojing accent.

Zhang Xiaobei immediately felt that something was wrong. How did this mysterious person suddenly change from the flat tongue sound of biting his tongue to the rolling tongue sound of the word "er" flying all over the sky?
Tell me where you are from, how can this be misunderstood?This one who talks about the capital, can't you hear that?
Zhang Xiaobei slapped his head, confused, he must have met a charlatan.

Then this guy started chatting with him about the people and customs of the capital, from soybean milk fried dough sticks with fried belly fried noodles, to Longmai Hutong, Forbidden City, Ghost Street, Badaling, and Zhang Xiaobei didn't believe him even more.

Say you are from the capital, where do you live?

This guy mentioned a place that made Zhang Xiaobei's heart flutter.

There is no way, the place where Zhang Xiaobei rents a house is in that area. This guy also said that he is away all the year round, and his wife was transferred last year and rented out the house.

Does life have any meaning, Zhang Xiaobei smiled wryly in his heart.

But a liar is a liar, it is quite warm to be cheated by a domestic "liar" in a foreign country.

At the very least, I can say something happily!
After eating and drinking enough for a while, that person waved his hand directly: "Brother Zhang, go and pay the bill."

"Mr. Liao, didn't you agree to treat me?" Yes, it was your surname Liao who said this.

"That's right, I treat you as a guest, and you can buy it alone. There's nothing wrong with it." Well, now, Zhang Xiaobei has confirmed the name of Mr. Liao as a "liar".

Purely a coincidence, okay?Dear Mr. Zhang Xiaobei, you did think a little too much before.

This is not "Zheng Da Zong Yi" in the 80s. Jiang Kun appeared on the stage: "If you don't see it, you don't know it. The world is amazing!"

When Zhang Xiaobei came back from paying the bill, this Mr. Liao was picking his teeth: "It's okay, brother Zhang, this little money, at worst, I'll deduct it from the rent for you, I see you are being stingy."

Zhang Xiaobei originally planned to take his coat and leave, but he didn't expect such a sentence from this man.

In the temperature of more than 20 degrees, Zhang Xiaobei still wore a thin suit, but it was too hot to come in, so he took it off.

The hand that was about to take the suit retracted suddenly, and the person turned around completely.

"Who are you?" Zhang Xiaobei stared at "Mr. Liao" and asked.

This "Mr. Liao" must be a pseudonym, and he can say the word "rent". Knowing that Zhang Xiaobei rents a house in the capital, can he be an ordinary person?
Didn't you see that this guy has been relying on renting a house?

If it was really "Mr. Liao", would he still sit here peacefully and "drink with dumplings" with you?
"Do you think this is a place to talk?" The man threw the toothpick, stood up and said.

Zhang Xiaobei naturally didn't say anything, picked up his clothes and walked out.

This is not a place to talk, it is either in the car or where this person lives.

Sure enough, after getting in the car, Zhang Xiaobei didn't say a word, and this guy didn't say anything either. He just looked at Zhang Xiaobei and smiled provocatively: "Aren't you afraid I'll sell you?"

"If you want to sell, will you still ask?" Zhang Xiaobei pulled his face and asked back.

"Interesting." This one still smiled.

The car drove towards the outside of the city. After more than two hours, the car stopped in front of a small villa. The man said casually, "Mr. Zhang Xiaobei, get out of the car."

After entering, the furnishings in the room were simple. Zhang Xiaobei sat down, took out a cigarette, and lit one: "Tell me, Mr. Liao, who are you?"

"Hehe." This man smiled, picked up the cigarette Zhang Xiaobei put on the coffee table, and lit one: "Zhang Xiaobei, male..."

"Wait, I can tell if I'm a man or a woman at a glance. It's useful if you say something." What, Zhang Xiaobei, man!
"Zhang Xiaobei, male, born on March 1980, 3, native of Xiaoshizi Village, Dashizi Town, Gaohe County, Hebei Province, currently lives in Room 25, Floor 10, Building 10, Binfu Garden Community, Binzhou City, Tang Province."

"In 2004, he joined Jinsheng Energy, which had just been restructured, from Tang Forestry University through recruitment. He successively served as secretary to the president, director of sales, general manager of the sales branch, chairman and general manager of the supply chain company."

"The current vice president of Jinsheng Group, concurrently serves as the chairman and general manager of the subsidiary in Qin Province."

"How is it, are you satisfied?"

While smoking a cigarette, the visitor talked about Zhang Xiaobei's resume like he was talking about himself.

"You didn't say how I made money, how did I sleep in Tongdandan?" Zhang Xiaobei knew, and so did this person.

"Can we not care about this?" Well, we don't care about this, so what do we care about, think about it?
Zhang Xiaobei himself is not worried about making money, so what else can he say?
The company was opened by his father, and the money was earned by his father, and it was an overseas company.

If there is anything to say, even if you know what's going on, it can't be any evidence.

Not to mention it's not illegal.

There is also the matter of buying a house, which can be regarded as making money, and this one doesn't care.

So what can this person care about?
(End of this chapter)