There is an adjective in China now called Awakening Chat, which probably describes Jian Heng’s current situation.

When chatting to this point, Jian Heng was no longer interested in accompanying him. It was good to lie on the bed and sleep. Why did he squat with others without laughing? Besides, now Jian felt that his buddy was not a few months ago. His buddy now lives a free and free life and can do whatever he wants!

Jian Heng was about to stand up and leave because he had something to do, but who knew that Melissa stood up first: "Mr. Gene, we still have to fly to New York and then to Paris, so I won't bother you. This condition is just our preliminary condition. I will try my best to lobby for the directors."

"That's your business," Jian Heng said a little rudely.

Melissa was not annoyed either. She was a bit like Jian Heng a few months ago. Her interests were more important than anything else. She was criticized by others. She had no food to eat, and she couldn't live a more abundant pocket today than yesterday.

"Goodbye!" Melissa reached out and shook Jane Heng for a moment.

After touching Benoit's hand like lightning, Jian Heng immediately shrank back, smiled at the two of them and said goodbye, then turned around and entered the room.

When Melissa and Benoit returned to the car, Blanca had already gotten in the car and had arranged her luggage. She sat in the last row of the car and waited quietly in the car.

After getting into the car, Melissa fell into deep thought. She didn't say anything. Benoit was not interested in the little model Blanca, holding her shoulders and closing her eyes to rest.

Almost half an hour later, Benoit opened his eyes and saw that Melissa was still the same when she first got in the car, and couldn't help but comfort her: "Melissa, don't worry, this is just a Chinese trick. He will agree soon. One million dollars is equivalent to vain..."

Before Benoit finished speaking, Melissa asked coldly: "If you have a method that can control your weight effectively without controlling your diet, would you accept the same conditions as one million US dollars?"

Benoit was stunned when he heard this, and began to think in his heart: Do I want it myself?

Without thinking too much, Benoit came to a conclusion in his mind. Unfortunately, he was unwilling to admit such a slap in the face. The Gaul rooster's head could not be lowered casually.

Melissa is now on the hothead and directly retorted: "Why do you think others are willing to accept the conditions you put forward?"

Suddenly, Melissa felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and felt that a group of directors of the company would be so stupid as to what they could see clearly.

If Melissa knew that there was a term called Pig Teammate in the Chinese Internet, Melissa would have printed it out and put it on the face of the person next to her, and then slapped it hard.

"I think he is likely to agree. Even if he doesn't agree, we'll make a bid next time. Let's see what Blanca is like." Benoit is still stubborn.

Melissa was overwhelmed and said nothing.

But he said in his heart: Do you think it was the era when you French could run to the Chinese door with a few boats and guns more than a hundred years ago and let everyone agree to everything? Not to mention anything else, you French people’s nuclear weapons technology was heard to be exchanged for the Chinese!

The two bosses shouted, and the young model Blanca could only shrank his head in the back seat, not daring to make a sound.

As for Blanca, she would not give up the opportunity to go to the ranch to train now. She didn't even pass the company. Before leaving, Blanca had already agreed that she would return to the ranch to continue training in the first day of October to maintain her almost perfect figure now.

Not to mention the two of them fighting in the car.

I just said that Jian Heng returned to the restaurant and ran directly to the pool. He turned on the faucet and immediately started washing the water. After rubbing for a while, he felt a little disgusting.

At this time, Zhao Changshan was holding a cage of steamed pork in his hand. Seeing that Jian Heng was still washing, he asked, "What are you doing? Are you going to rub off the skin on your hands? By the way, how are you talking about it?"

Jian Heng shook the water in his hand, picked up the water pool, wiped his hands on the dry cloth, hung the dry cloth back, then turned around, leaned against the water pool granules, and pressed the edge of the pool with both hands.

"Don't mention it, it's so disgusting. I can only sign a contract with one of their modeling companies for three years by buying an exclusive contract for one of the million dollars," said Jian Heng.

Zhao Changshan couldn't help but be stunned: "Do they have enough brains? We only earn hundreds of thousands of dollars a month, why do we give them one million to three years?"

"So, I'll tell them to get out. I'll fuck you, let's not mention it, my back is furrowed when I hear that old glass! Fuck!" Jian Heng took a breath after saying that.

"It proves that you are charming! You see, I don't even want this effect." Zhao Changshan threw a stone at Jian Heng's well without any chance.

“Who is charming?”

At this time, Damai and Xiaomai suddenly walked into the house and heard Zhao Changshan say that he was charming. The two sisters asked in unison.

Before Zhao Changshan could answer the question and answer, the two sisters were immediately attracted by the aroma of steamed pork. They sucked their noses twice like two puppies: "What's the smell? It smells so fragrant!"

Now the two sisters have evolved 80% of the Chinese stomach and have eaten it every day.

"Steamed pork with rice noodles, go get a bowl. You can try it first and give it a comment!" Zhao Changshan said with a smile.

Zhao Changshan likes both the two sisters Damai and Wheat. This kind of love has developed to this point, but does not concern the relationship between men and women, but the feeling of a elder brother treating the two younger sisters.

Every time the two sisters praised Zhao Changshan's cooking skills, Zhao Changshan's eyes narrowed into a line when they were happy.

Hearing Zhao Changshan say this, the two sisters immediately brought a small bowl like lightning, and looked at Zhao Changshan with a piece of steamed pork and put it in. The two sisters tasted it happily, and kept umbling while tasting it, and from time to time gave Zhao Changshan a thumbs up.

Seeing the interaction between the three people, Jian Heng remembered again that he had been in trouble these days, so he said angrily: "I'm leaving!"

Then he walked out of the door.

Damai and Xiaomai were a little surprised and asked Zhao Changshan: "What's wrong? Who made Boss Jian angry again?"

Zhao Changshan smiled and said, "What else can he do if he is in a bad mood? An old woman and an old glass paid too little money just now. He felt that he looked down on him!"

"Oh! That's normal!" When the two sisters Damai and Xiaomai heard this, they felt relieved because of money. At the same time, they lowered their heads and continued to eat their own steamed pork, and then kept praising Zhao Changshan's skills.

As for Zhao Changshan, his eyes were naturally narrowed into a line while continuing to smile.

At this time, the new chef also came out with a cage. The new man in his thirties was ten years younger than Zhao Changshan, but he looked about the same age and was chubby. He smiled like a Maitreya Buddha. He had a good personality and had a relationship with Zhao Changshan for a while before.

The chef's surname is Feng, and his name is Sanzhu. He is ranked third at home. Unlike Zhao Changshan and Jian Heng, their area belongs to the coast. Since the 1990s, people from the whole village have smuggled over. Therefore, when Feng Sanzhu came, he was not as troublesome as Zhao Changshan, nor had he suffered as hard as Jian Heng. It was equivalent to taking a boat, and the boat was full of villagers and came to the United States.

The United States is not a paradise. After more than ten years of coming, few people have made a fortune, some have made a good fortune, and more people continue to struggle at the bottom of the United States. They have no skills and specialties, and when they first came, they were not as good as English. Many people can't do anything except Chinese restaurants.

Don’t get me wrong, Feng Sanzhu is a American, a serious American, and the kind who has cancelled Chinese household registration.

"Come and try this steamed fish slice! My skills!" Feng Sanzhu was thinking about something, but he knew that such a beautiful girl was not what he should have done with a little chef. Once he knew him, he would lose his distorted intentions.

So the sisters changed their target again.

After leaving the door, Jian Heng called Hei Dou and walked straight to the dormitory with one horse. As soon as he arrived at the door, Huang Xiaodong ran over panting.

"Boss, boss, it's not good!"

"What's wrong?" Jian Heng asked with a frown.

I was in a very unhappy today. The first thing you said was that the boss is not good, what's wrong with me?

Huang Xiaodong didn't think much, and gasped and said, "Boss, someone came to our ranch to ask for cows!"

"Whose cattle from the ranch ran over?" Jian Heng was a little curious, paused for a moment and began to saddle the black beans, asking while putting the saddle: "Did you check the fence?"

Huang Xiaodong said: "It was from Edwin Harrison Marcus Ranch Company. They all checked. In the morning, Brother Jialiang and I went around in the opposite direction. They were all good at that time. The bad fence was newly broken. Other people's bull broke the fence and ran in..."

"The bull ran in?" Jian Heng knew that it might not be so good when he heard this.

"Yeah!" Huang Dong said.

Jian Heng stepped on the black bean, then thought for a while and got out of the horse and went into the room, took out a pistol, and hung it around his waist.

"Boss!" Huang Xiaodong is diligent and diligent, but he is a very honest person. He has the character of a first-generation Chinese immigrant. He likes to take a step back when encountering problems and would rather suffer some losses than make a move.

When he saw Jian Heng hanging a gun around his waist, his face immediately changed.

Jian Heng glanced at him and said, "If you want to be a qualified cowboy, you must learn to stick to what you should stick to. This is the United States. Giving back and giving up your own interests is not a virtue, but a weakness! Old Anders once said to me that the interests of everyone are combined together. Therefore, protecting your own rights and interests must not take a step back! Let's go!"

Jian Heng suddenly remembered a professor he met during the 7th day of the Fire in China. He still remembered something fresh in his memory.

He said that since the Tang Dynasty, rulers of all dynasties in China wanted to train the people as sheep that could be slaughtered, and he would believe whatever you say.

But when this dynasty perishes or even invades from alien races, these rulers want the grass-roots who have been raised by them to be weak and bullied as pigs and sheep, to bravely take up martial arts and defend their regime. How ridiculous!

For grass people who have been raised like pigs and sheep, who is in the world is not like a bird! So what if the foreign race comes? Who is not a payable to the tax? I care about my own food, and who is in the world!
Chapter completed!