wild star

Chapter 278 Fill up the wine
Zhao Yanling saw a car parked on the side of the road from a distance, and the reporters who wanted to interview him that day got out of the car, and there were cameras and cameras.

He waved and shouted: "Put your things in the car first, come here to help, what's wrong with being an uncle?"

The reporter was stunned, why do you feel like an old friend you haven't seen for many years?

I had no choice but to put the big equipment in the car and trot over with only the small camera.

People came one after another, Zhao Yanling didn't let anyone idle, let them do the work no matter who came.

"Shao Yi, bring a box of beer here." Zhao Yanling put Niu Feili on a bamboo stick. "Selema, I have a mission for you. You invite the neighbor's family from the east. He even brought us food last time."

Selema, who came here every weekend, was crazy about playing with the little old man, and agreed, and the man and the beast each left on their skateboards.

Seeing this posture, the reporter has the nerve to ask this and that?

Since it's here, let's settle down, and let's see which direction things will develop after a while...

Neighbors are not welcome. In the United States, this is a normal social interaction. Neighbors send dishes, cakes, etc. to get closer, and then reciprocate.Occasionally hold a party, the more lively the more comfortable, because there are more people, you can always find people who share the same smell...

When the sun was about to fall, Yan Hao and Zhuang Zheng, who were handling affairs in the United States, also came hand in hand.

Seeing Zhuang Zheng's impatient look, Zhao Yanling gave him a wink, signaling to talk about it later.

The fat man brought beer: "Look, isn't this Mr. Yan? He is a successful businessman. Brother Zhuang has a red face and made a fortune, right?"

As the second child of Wannian, Yan Hao really told him to seize the opportunity to develop the tanzanite domestic market in full swing, and squeeze out a way out in the emerald and jade markets.

Immediately, the two of them were also pulled into the crowd of reporters, toasting frequently, so that the reporters would not have the slightest idle time.

In addition to beer, Zhao Yanling also took out the tequila from the cellar.

A reporter was thoughtful, and said to help Zhao Yanling grill seafood, and took the opportunity to ask questions.

Zhao Yanling looked amused: "The people who come here are all friends. If you want to know anything, we can just chat. It's much more interesting than asking questions dryly with a microphone."

The reporters next to him also listened with pricked ears.

The reporter smiled wryly, this is too approachable.

"Before I came here, I mobilized the crowd, and I was blown away by the atmosphere of the party. It didn't seem like a big deal. It was nothing more than those treasures, and the fight between you and the yellow vest in Paris. Also, the thing about you and the supermodel Qin Mingyan."

Zhao Yanling handed him a bunch of meat skewers: "The treasure is really sinking into the sea. If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't care about 21, but I'm a public figure, attracting thousands of people, so it's not convenient to start with."

The reporters laughed, but that's not the reason.But even so, if you compare your heart with your heart, let alone all of them sink into the sea, even an eldest son is unwilling to give up.

This is a typical Northeast barbecue, which is threaded with thin steel wire.The reporter ate very well, but it was a bit spicy, and he took a big gulp of beer to suppress the spiciness.

Zhao Yanling asked him: "Is it delicious? This is called half-baked, guess what it's made of?"

The reporter couldn't help but licked another string: "It's delicious, I've never eaten this kind of barbecue, I guess it's beef?"

"Wrong, it's pork!"

"How is it possible, I can't taste the taste of pork, is it because the spices are too strong?"

People from the Northeast once came to the United States to set up roadside stalls and make barbecues for Yankees to try.It is said to be good after eating, this is not bragging, there are videos to prove it.

"This is an exclusive secret recipe. It is more valuable than gold and silverware. I have no comment, dear." Zhao Yanling joked. "The fight with the yellow vests in Paris was pure accident. I was shopping for my girlfriend..."

At this time, Niwei and the others also came out of the villa, and greeted the neighbors who rushed over.

Grandma Zhao Yanling is more than 70 years old, and she still chops firewood twice a day in Panshanling.It's just because of rheumatoid that I don't have good legs and feet, but I have a good physique, and I don't feel happy without meat. Fortunately, I have a lot of activities every day and I can't be idle.In addition to rheumatoid, she also has high blood pressure, but she prefers to eat seafood, which may cause blood pressure problems.

There were more than 20 reporters who came one after another, already exceeding the limit that Zhao Yanling promised that day.Of course, he won't really drive people away, everyone who comes is a guest.

Because of the large number of people, three grills were prepared, arranged in a triangle, and he spun around like a spinning top in the center of the triangle.

Niwei wanted to help, but he refused: "You can push it down, you can just be responsible for eating before giving birth."

The reporter's eyes lit up: "Zhao, this Ms. Niwei is your girlfriend? Is she pregnant?"

Zhao Yanling distributed the food: "That's right, with such an overpowering girlfriend, how could I mess around outside? As for Qin Mingyan, we didn't know each other before. We happened to meet that day, and then I proposed Find a less dangerous place to hide, and Qin Mingyan took me to that banquet. Later, the yellow vests stopped, and I left. As for your political views, isn’t that nonsense? I’m Chinese, The only thing I know about France is that they are humorous and romantic, and I don’t know anything about the rest.”

He doesn't like the kind of press conference that seems to be confrontational. How good it is now, everyone is very relaxed, chatting with friends, talking about the mountains, and dismissing the reporters by the way.

Fatty wasn't idle either, and chatted with Zhuang Zheng on one side and one on the other.

Zhuang Zheng pulled the reporter and said: "Brother Zhao, what treasure have you never seen before? How could you be obsessed with money because of a mere boatload of gold and silver? If he said it was lost, it must have been thrown into the sea."

The fat man and the reporter hooked their shoulders together: "Brother, you reporters say good things online to keep the world safe. There is a radish, a hole, and a spit and a nail. Now you can see that we really regard you as friends. There is a song to prove it: the wine Fill it up, he will never get drunk..."

Ordinarily, there are cultural differences between the East and the West.But those present are all wandering old clappers, shrewd like monkeys, and easy to climb. What they are best at is using the enthusiasm from socialism to create an atmosphere to pull them to the same level as themselves.

A group of American journalists were deluded by them, and the topic was misled within 3 minutes.

The fat man drank half a bottle with a reporter, and the wine was hot, and he was no longer so polite: "So, brother, go back, you don't need to write anything else, you can just praise Lao Zhao. Romain Rolland said that life can only show itself when you have friends. Its full value; a person lives for a friend; to keep one's life intact, free from the erosion of time, is also for a friend. I am Lao Zhao's manager, and we will spend more time dealing with each other in the future. Since we are friends, if we see If you write bad things about Lao Zhao in the newspaper, then you will lose your friendship, and you will never want to drink a glass of beer from a friend from the East! In the future, if you have something to do, or want to know some inside information, you don’t need to interview, just call me That's fine. Old Zhao and I have been petite since we wore open crotch pants, and if we are not brothers, we are better than brothers, and I know everything about him."

The reporter had a limited amount of alcohol, his face turned red, and he slapped the fat man's shoulder with his tongue out: "Li, don't worry, talking bad things is not something a friend can do. Come on, let's take a photo..."

(End of this chapter)