"Don't you know the Butcher of the Northeast?"
The middle-aged man put away the money and carefully looked around. He said in a low voice,"He's young, but he's good at Kung Fu. He has a northeastern accent and uses the legal currency issued by the Northern Military Government.”
After 45 days of pacifying the bandits in the Black Province and slaughtering more than 10,000 bandits in the East, Zhang Xuejun's reputation as the Butcher of the North was already known to all.
Who didn't know that the Northeastern bandits were difficult to deal with? Even Zhang Tianlin, the general of the Northern Garrison who was once a bandit, could not solve the long-standing problem of banditry, but Zhang Xuejun solved it.
The rumor that Zhang Xuejun was awakened by a strange person also spread from Fengtian Marshal's Mansion. People from all over the country believed it. After all, this was the only explanation for why Zhang Xuejun suddenly became so powerful.
Commander Zhang's son had become Commander Zhang's qilin son!
His honest son scratched his head.
"Not necessarily. How could Zhang Xuejun come to Donghai with just a follower?”
"Two years ago, when your father went to Fengtian to visit relatives, I saw Zhang Xuejun once. It was just that he had changed too much and I didn't react just now.”
"What? Then what should we do?"
"You silly kid, what does Ninth Young Master Zhang coming to Donghai have to do with us? Just pretend you didn't see it!"
"That's true. Just like the Axe Gang, they're not good people. Hurry up and leave!”
……
At the front desk of the Lai Shi Deng Hotel, Zhang Xuejun was still unaware that he had been recognized. He was using a fake ID card to trick the front desk.
The passport was made by the brothers of the 152 Church. It was very exquisite and no different from a real one.
He was a Californian from Eagle Jam Country, named Bruce. Xiao Lang.
The name didn't look serious, but it was a machine-generated one. In addition, Zhang Xuejun spoke fluent English, so the receptionist didn't suspect anything and happily checked in.
She wanted to ask why your attendant smelled like blood, but Mr. Bruce stuffed a rice dollar into her hand.
Ask what?
Rich people!
Rich customers were God. How could God not be happy?
"Mr. Bruce, my name is Miya. If there's anything, you can come to the front desk to find me. The room is on the fourth floor, and the restaurant is on the second floor. I'll ask the waiter to bring you up. I hope you can have a good day at the Lai Shi Deng Hotel!”
Zhang Xuejun had a good eye for people. He always felt that this 17 or 18-year-old Caucasian who didn't have the temperament of an ordinary person shouldn't be here as a waiter.
A rich girl who came to experience life?
With his guess, Zhang Xuejun was ready to use his handsome man.
If she really was a rich girl, he might be able to get in touch with the Yingjian capitalists through her. Then, he wouldn't have to waste so much time and effort to find a business partner.
"Miya, your eyes are so beautiful. Do you have a boyfriend?”
"No!"
Miya also had a good impression of this tall, handsome, and manly man of the same age.
But the name didn't sound good. Little Lang? It was weird!
"Why? Do you want to go on a date with me?"
Zhang Xuejun was stunned.
Not bad, it was a familiar taste. Foreigners were always so direct.
" Yes, but I knew you wouldn't agree. After all, you're fair and beautiful, and you're as elegant and kind as a princess. You must also be extremely knowledgeable. How is that possible…"
"I'm sorry, I really want to go on a date with you.”
Mia smiled so hard that her eyes narrowed.
This man was really interesting. How could he praise someone like that? How am I supposed to reject you!
If I reject him, wouldn't I be admitting that I'm ugly, mean, and ignorant?
"Okay, when do you get off work?”
"Anytime!"
？？？
Zhang Xuejun was stunned for a moment and asked,"Aren't you a receptionist?"
Miya was also stunned. She lowered her head to look at today's pairing.
He wore a beige turtleneck sweater, a khaki trench coat, white trousers, brown leather boots, and his hair was tied into a ponytail.
"Uh, do I look like a waiter?"
Miya couldn't help but walk out and walk around Zhang Xuejun, showing off her fashionable clothes and curvaceous figure.
Not bad, she had a great figure!
"A little similar, sorry!" Zhang Xuejun said. I misunderstood, hahaha!"
"I only accompanied my elders to Bei Zhen Nation to inspect my business. At the front desk, the waiter went to the washroom.”
As soon as Miya finished speaking, a middle-aged white waitress with an ordinary appearance and figure jogged over.
"Miss Miya, thank you. I don't know how to thank you!”
"It's okay. Just work hard."
Miya smiled casually, which made the middle-aged woman feel grateful.
Zhang Xuejun couldn't help but scrutinize the girl again.
This seemingly trivial matter could move the employees for a long time. There was something!
"What's wrong? Mr. Bruce, do I look good?"
Miya looked at Zhang Xuejun with a smile, her sapphire-like eyes sparkling.
"Average good-looking. I've seen people prettier than you!”
Oh?
Women were very concerned about their appearance, regardless of age or status!
Miya, who was just eighteen this year, was the same.
"Hmph, better looking than me? I don't believe it! Can I take a look?"
"I'm showing you, aren't I?"
Zhang Xuejun opened his wallet and took out a photo of him and Gu Yazhi.
There was no doubt that Gu Yazhi's appearance was in line with the Eastern and Western aesthetic standards, and so was Zhang Xuejun's appearance.
"Is this your mother?" Miya asked in surprise.”
"Yeah, isn't it beautiful?"
"Yes, very beautiful. You're also very handsome. You look very much like your mother!”
The truth was the truth. Miya had to admit that the middle-aged woman in the photo was really beautiful. She couldn't find any flaws in her temperament and appearance.
Zhang Xuejun put away his wallet and smiled." Actually, you're also very beautiful. In this world, everyone has a limited edition. There's only one!"”
" Therefore, there's no need to compare yourself with others. Everyone is an independent individual. Different environments and different experiences will directly lead to different results.”
" Know where you are, work hard, compare yourself with yourself every day, and do something meaningful. As long as you have improved today compared to yesterday, then you have improved, and your trip to this world is not in vain.”
" On the contrary, if you live every day comparing yourself with others, feeling smug or depressed, and the days pass just like that, what will you get in the end?”
Mia was stunned.
Was he a philosopher?
Yes, everyone was a limited edition, and there was only one in the world. There was no need to compare with others. Live well, work hard to change yourself, and do meaningful things. This world would not be in vain.
"Bruce, what school did you graduate from? What major are you studying?"
Northeast Military Academy, Artillery Division, specialized in artillery.
"I'm not telling you. Regardless of whether I graduated from a famous school or not, I'm still me, a firework of a different color!”
Zhang Xuejun said pretentiously and turned around to walk towards the elevator. The elevator attendant immediately opened the elevator door.
Zhang Xuejun shouted when the elevator was about to close.
"6 p. m., restaurant on the second floor. See you there ~"
Alright, what a magical flower man.
Mia stared at the elevator and couldn't help but shake her head and smile.
At this moment, a middle-aged man with a serious expression and a tall figure walked into the hall. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, followed by four bodyguards.
"Mia, what are you laughing at?"
"Dad, I made a very interesting friend who grows flowers. I'm going to have dinner with him at six in the afternoon!”
Oh?
Pierre "Didn't my daughter always think that the gardener was ignorant and backward?" Du Ponte asked in surprise.”
"No, Dad, he's a Californian Chinese from Eagle County. He's very handsome and knowledgeable!”
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