MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers-Chapter 812 flamboyant driver

   Arrangements were made for a group of villagers in Wenjia Village who were temporarily terrified by the word airplane, and Wen Xu flew to New York alone by plane.

  Arrived in New York, Wen Xu just got off the plane and was going down the hanging ladder. Suddenly, he looked up and saw a black guy holding a sign in his hand with two words written in crooked Chinese: Wen Xu!

  Wen Xu thought about it for a while and thought it shouldn't be such a coincidence. There are two Wen Xu on this plane. Could it be that they came to pick me up?

I thought it should be me, but this black guy’s dress didn’t look like Joe’s aesthetic. Joe was dressed like a serious businessman. To Yinger's leather shoes.

Look at this one again, the standard hip-hop style, wide and long top, the crotch of the trousers hangs to the calf, a baseball cap is crooked, a big gold chain around the neck, a big gold medal on the chest, half the size As big as a palm, there are at least five rings on ten fingers, and the golden Rolex on the wrist should shine as much as possible.

  Good guy, the black nouveau riche has three elements, a big gold chain, and a Rolex, all he needs is a Cadillac.

  So Wen Xu walked up to the boy Hei with a little caution: "Which Wen Xu are you picking up?"

   To be honest, Wen Xu could feel the eyes of countless passengers behind him covering him. I have to say that Wen Xu wanted to find a hole and go straight in at this time, it was so embarrassing!

"Our boss's friend is also our supplier. Are you Wen from China?" Said slowly.

   "Is your boss Joe?"

"Yes, you are Mr. Wen, please!" When this man heard that the person in front of him was Wen Xu, he spoke politely but his face didn't care at all. After saying a word, he turned his head and snapped his fingers to signal Wen Xu follow him.

Wen Xu had no choice but to follow behind him with his bag, and after about ten steps, he arrived in front of a small car for transportation. The black guy was not at all warm and polite. Sit warmly.

   Just like that, Wen Xu got into the car and followed him around the terminal building, and came to a car.

  When she saw the car, Wen Nu couldn't help but smiled wryly in her heart. Just now she was thinking about big gold chains, Rolex and Cadillac, but now Cadillac is in front of her eyes.

   "Get in the car!" The black guy gestured to Wen Xu again, but he opened the car door first and got in.

  Wen Xu opened the car door with her bag in hand, threw the bag on the car, and then got into the car by herself.

   Sitting on the plane, Wen Nu looked out the window without saying a word. The black guy was very excited all the way in the car, listening to the music in the car, dancing and dancing, humming along with the music from time to time. Anyway, most of the blacks are like this. In the words of the old people in China, there are no sitting or standing. There are really not many blacks who are as serious as Joe.

Wen Xu knows that there are a group of young people in China who are obsessed with these black cultures, but Wen Xu doesn't like it. To be honest, I think the upper class in the United States also doesn't like it. This kind of hip-hop style first gives people the feeling of being unstable. Well, an attitude like this is hard to find no matter whether you are in politics or doing serious business. How many people would choose such dishonest people as their partners.

This is the second time for Wen Xu to come to New York. Last year, he had already seen the prosperity of the world's financial center. It is not like many Chinese people have a special affection for the United States and New York. For Wen Xu, no matter how prosperous New York is, it is not her own. , only Wenjia Village can give Wen Xu a special feeling.

   "Where is this going?"

  Wen Xu saw that the car was getting busier and busier, so he asked the driver in front of him.

   But this one is obviously very devoted to his singing career. After Wen Xu said it three times, and the voice became louder each time, this one woke up from his own world.

   "WHAT?"

   "I'm asking where are we going now? This doesn't seem to be the direction to go to Qiao's company," Wen Wen said.

  If it wasn't for the fact that this black guy was too unreliable, Wen Xu would have definitely thought that this guy was trying to kidnap her. With this current state, Wen Xu felt more like a kidnapper.

   "Hey bro, Joe's moved to Fifth Avenue," said the black guy.

  The tone is very casual, with the habit of swaying, and Wen Wen looks a little underwhelmed.

  Wen Xu thought for a while and said, "Take me to the hotel first!"

  Wen Xu doesn't want to go to Fifth Avenue to show off, it's not shameful enough.

   After speaking, Wen Xu didn't wait for him to reply, and directly gave him the address of his hotel, then leaned on the back seat, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

  The black guy didn't ask any more questions. After glancing at the address, he continued to drive his car and sing his own song.

  According to Wen Xu's request, the black guy sent Wen Xu to the door of the hotel. He didn't even get out of the car, so he pressed the car window and said goodbye to Wen Xu.

  Wen Xu looked at the Cadillac leaving in the dust, couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, carried his luggage into the hotel, and checked in everything went smoothly.

Wenxu likes to live here, because as soon as she opens the curtains, she can see the entire Central Park, and the view is full of greenery. Of course, staying here for one night is not cheap, and most Americans can’t afford to live here, but the money is not cheap now It's not a big deal to Wen Xu, the comfort of living is more important.

   Just about to go downstairs to have something to eat, when she heard someone knocking on the door, Wen Xin opened the door and found that Joe had already stood at the door.

   "Xu!"

  After giving Wen Xu a big bear hug, Qiao entered the door on his own, and said as he entered, "Are you satisfied with me sending someone to pick you up?"

  Hearing him ask this question, Wen Xin said in his heart: I used to praise you for nothing, but you have only learned a little about Chinese culture. How could the Chinese ask such a question, and there is obviously a little show off in the tone.

Of course, Wen Xin can also understand that this is the problem with Americans. They have to remind you when they do something for you. For example, the work of picking up people is left to the Chinese. If the buddies don’t bring it up by themselves , but the Americans can’t, it would be a big face to pick you up over tens of kilometers.

   Without waiting for Wen Xu to speak, Qiao came to his senses first, and immediately said with a smile: "Look, I'm American-minded again! It's my cousin who picked you up!"

   "Your cousin has a personality"

   What should Wen Xu say? You can't sue your cousin first when you meet.

Hearing what Wen Xu said, Qiao immediately understood that Wen Xu was definitely not praising his cousin. Facts have proved that Qiao has been in China for several years and often hang out with Chinese people. It is not for nothing. Think about the virtue of his cousin I can almost guess what's going on.

  I only heard Joe sigh and say: "There is no way. If I leave him alone, he will join the gang. It's nothing in China, but it's too dangerous here." He gestured to shoot.

  For black Americans, there are really not many good mixes. The crime rate of blacks has always been high, and a society dominated by blacks has always been synonymous with chaos.

   "If it wasn't because I couldn't get away, I would have picked you up by myself," Joe explained again.

  Wen Xu waved his hands: "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, I can just take a taxi here! But let me advise you, next time if you pick up a distinguished guest from China, you should rent a luxury car."

It is quite expensive to rent a car with a driver here, but Wen Xu thinks that the value of the price is much better than the service offered by some domestic companies. Let’s put it this way, the same clothes, the same car, but they are in the middle of the service The small details are very detailed. On the contrary, this industry in China is a little bit worse. Enthusiasm belongs to enthusiasm, but it can't be so detailed.

   "If you didn't come, I wouldn't let him pick it up"

   What Joe said is quite clear: You are a buddy, and I didn't want to be too polite to you to do this.

  Wen Xu could only smile and shook his head. He didn't care too much about it at first, but just reminded Joe, don't be self-defeating when it comes to picking up Chinese guests.

   "By the way, when will the date arrive at night?" Wen Xu raised his hand and looked at his watch.

  Joe said: "At half past seven, I'll come pick you up then!"

   "Okay, I'll rent a car myself"

  As soon as he heard that he was coming to pick him up, Wen Xu immediately reached out to stop him, for fear that this guy would get him another character like the one before. To be honest, Wen Xu really doesn't like such a flamboyant driver.

  Joe was not polite, and nodded upon hearing this.

   "Have you eaten it? If not, let's go down and have a bite. The steak here is good" Wen Wen asked.

  Joe heard this and said: "Let's go! I also rushed over when I heard you were here."

  So the two went to the restaurant of the hotel together. After ordering the meal, the two chatted in a low voice.

   "What do you think this time?" Wen Xu asked.

   This time Wen Xu came here because of the award-winning problem. The wine sold in Wen Xu’s house is not selling well. Guan Jian is an American who doesn’t recognize this brand. As for fame? Let's put it this way, it is almost equivalent to none. Only a very small number of customers in the United States will buy it. Although the number of people who return is quite high, the sales volume is only dozens of bottles a year, and most of them are under Joe's own name. The restaurants below sell them, and they are all discounted. This kind of sales is more than a miserable word to describe.

  Joe said: "There is no problem in judging an award, but a gold award is impossible!"

  Wen Xu heard it and thought for a while and said: "It's not interesting if it's not a gold medal!"

I used to think that what Americans do is quite formal, and the American people have always been synonymous with fairness, but after Wen Xu got to know it, I realized that the awards in the United States are almost the same as those in China, not only in terms of seniority but also in the public relations of various companies Ability, such as building relationships and giving gifts, are even domestic tricks, and American public relations companies have some tricks here. The so-called fair and just America only lives in the American dream.

   Wine judging is for the sake of selling wine, so it’s not worth spending money on getting bronze and steel awards.

  Joe smiled wryly: "The gold award is too difficult, and even if the operation is successful, our investment is too large. As far as our annual production is concerned, the wine sold for ten years is not enough to invest in this award."

   "Hey!" Wen Xu also knew that this matter was really **** up.

   "However, I heard that your hypnotized weasel has multiplied again. Can you consider me this time?" Joe cut a piece of lamb chops and put them in his mouth.

Wen’s village is called a white weasel. People in the United States call it a weasel anyway. They are all talking about the same thing. Last time, Joe brought one here and gave it to an old politician in New York. As the helm of the power, the old man liked it very much, so Joe's business was taken care of, and the development speed has been more than a little faster in the past year or so.

   Judging from this matter, who said that Laomei doesn't understand interpersonal relationships? Who can say that Guan Jian, who is old and beautiful and doesn't know how to give gifts, is doing what he likes? All crows are black.

   "There are only five in total! Two of them are female weasels, and only three can be sold!" Wen Xu said.

Now about this thing, there is a saying in Wenjia Village, it is called the first generation and the second generation. The first generation refers to the cubs born by the white weasel. Some of them are white, and only white ones have the ability to hypnotize the elderly. Therefore, in the eyes of others, the first generation has inherited more of the white weasel's hypnotic skills, so the price is higher.

   "Two, I want two here" Joe said immediately.

   "No, at most one, I also have difficulties here."

   Thinking of this, Wen Xu's head gets big. Master Shi opened his mouth and asked for one for his old friend, and Master Qiu asked for one for his old comrade-in-arms. Who is Master Shi? How could Wen Xu, the grandson-in-law, have the room to refuse? As for Mr. Qiu, he even insisted on giving the money, so it would be inappropriate for Wen Xu not to give it.