John, who was devouring his food, immediately stopped what he was doing when he heard Zhang Dongsheng's words, and looked directly at Zhang Dongsheng, with a look of hope on his face.

"Friend, do you want to support me in fulfilling my music dream?"

Seeing the reflection in his eyes, Zhang Dongsheng shook his head helplessly.

Do Americans like to dream so much? What are they thinking about?

"I just want to ask you, have you ever thought about continuing to develop in China? Does it mean that if you leave your hometown this time, it will end here?"

Seeing Zhang Dongsheng shaking his head, the light in John's eyes gradually dimmed.

"I have thought about it, but what can I do? I don't understand the language and I don't have any skills.

It is really difficult to survive in this foreign country."

"You can use your advantage, as an American, to speak authentic American English.

How about we start with translation?"

"I do know English, but I don't know Chinese..."

Okay, Zhang Dongsheng was a little helpless, but in the end he kept this John.

He had always wanted to provide Xu Risheng with an interpreter. Although he said he didn't need one, Jiang Bing often needed one when he went out to discuss business.

But it’s not that easy to find the right candidate.

In this era of exam-oriented education, English is actually far from being truly colloquial, and translators can be considered high-end talents.

Now that he met such a John, Zhang Dongsheng didn't want to miss it.

As for saying he doesn't speak Chinese, it's actually very simple.

After eating the burger, John was in a very good mood. He felt so full for the first time in two days.

And the person in front of me also wants to give myself a job.

Although the guitar was sold for a lot of money, it might not be enough for him to go home.

So a suitable job was what he needed, so he took Zhang Dongsheng's car and John happily went to Rising Sun with him.

Right now, he doesn't even know what kind of life he is about to face.

Solving the problem of John not speaking Chinese is actually very simple.

In a context where everyone around you speaks Chinese, it won't take long to master the Northeastern dialect proficiently.

Simply magical!

Zhang Dongsheng has already decided that John will be assigned to Tang Deyong first.

That guy is a chatterbox, and it is likely that the time it will take for John to learn Chinese will be shortened again.

I saw my boss go out for a walk and not only brought back a strange guitar, but also kidnapped a foreigner.

The security guards standing guard at the door were all a little strange, but they didn't dare to ask more questions.

If Zhang Dongsheng was alone, just saying hello and chatting for a while would not be a big deal.

But Xinhui was standing behind the boss, and they didn't dare to be careless in the slightest.

After all, the previous devilish hell-like training really brought them deep memories.

Looking at the factory in front of him and the neat and bright workshop, John really felt something was unexpected.

Although I had heard Zhang Dongsheng say before that he had a factory of his own, John thought more of the dark and gloomy workshop.

I didn't expect it to be such a big company.

This really made him overjoyed. He knew that working in such a company could even lead to cross-border business.

There is definitely a lot of money and honors that can be obtained, and when the time comes, he can also show it to his stubborn father.

His way out is definitely not just to return to the west, inherit his farm, and become the next cowboy riding an old horse and carrying a shotgun.

He hates the smell of horse manure!

Seeing John's hurried appearance, Zhang Dongsheng felt relieved and handed him over to Tang Deyong, giving him a few simple instructions.

Then, under Tang Deyong's shocked gaze, he turned around and left, as if he had finally gotten rid of a trouble.

And when Tang Deyong looked at the golden-eyed foreigner who kept giggling in front of him, he always felt that this guy might be out of his mind.

But it makes sense to think about it. If you were in your right mind, how could your boss pick it up on the street?

Tang Deyong was right, Zhang Dongsheng was indeed a little anxious.

But there was nothing else to do, I was just a little anxious to go back to my office and try the guitar.

Just as Zhang Dongsheng felt, the tone of this guitar was very ethereal, just like a wild horse galloping across the grassland.

And John told Zhang Dongsheng that the name of this guitar was White Horse.

To be honest, Xinhui has no ability to appreciate music.

As for the guitar in his hand, his only understanding is one word: expensive!

It is really very expensive. A guitar actually costs 2,000 yuan, which is really incredible.

Who dares to say that he couldn't understand what Zhang Dongsheng and John were talking about, but he could still see clearly when they took out their wallets.

He could see the 20 gray old heads clearly!

Even Yu Xinhui once wondered if Zhang Dongsheng had been deceived?

When he was in the music store before, he also took a look. It seems that you can buy a guitar for tens of dollars, and it also comes with a large speaker.

But later, when he saw Zhang Dongsheng defrauding the foreigner back to the factory, he felt relieved and felt that his boss was still the superior one.

Zhang Dongsheng gently brushed the body of the guitar, feeling the rhythm of the guitar.

The two people's hearts gradually relaxed, they closed their eyes slightly, recalling the familiar melody in their hearts, and their fingers could not help but gently wave on a few strings.

Will you remember tomorrow

The diary you wrote yesterday

Will you still miss me tomorrow?

…

Familiar melody, familiar lyrics, this is the song that Zhang Dongsheng is most familiar with.

When he was practicing guitar hard, what he was practicing was actually a love song. But before he could talk about guitar and confess his love, the goddess in his heart was already sleeping with other men.

Ever since, this old wolf's "My Deskmate" has become his favorite.

Whether it is singing skills or techniques, Zhang Dongsheng cannot compare with the original version of Lao Lang, but he now has an advantage.

That is, the current Lao Lang has not yet composed the song "My Deskmate". This song should have been composed by him three years later, but now the original author has obviously been replaced.

Although Zhang Dongsheng has never thought about this, he has unknowingly stolen other people's works.

Of course, he doesn't realize it yet, he is just immersed in his music.

He closed his eyes slightly, his face full of intoxication.

But just at this moment, an elegant figure appeared in his office with gentle steps.

Just as Xin Hui was about to speak, the figure waved his hand, and Xin Hui remained silent.
Chapter completed!