Peninsula Steel Love

Chapter 33

On Thursday, May 2014, 5, at Incheon International Airport in South Korea, Zhou Jing got off the plane and was still groggy.

Going abroad this time is different from before, so Zhou Jing still changed his previous dressing style, white shirt with blue checkered, short navy blue business windbreaker, khaki casual pants and white sneakers, all right There is an uncle fan in the air.

No way, this is the taste in the dressing and matching of engineering men.

His head was still hungover and he didn't fully wake up. It's all because of that bitch Yang Xiaoxiao, who put Zhou Jing's farewell drink on the last day before departure, which made him almost miss today's plane.

The drink was a little bit fragmented, but I still remember the scene of last night a little bit.

"You went to South Korea this time. If there is an autograph session for my big crown, you must go for me, you know." Yang Xiaoxiao obviously has a big tongue.

"That's right, especially Xiao Min's signature, you must get it back for me." Yan Jiayi added.

"Get out...I'm here for work, not for star chasing, so I don't have time." Zhou Jing was almost drunk.

Yang Xiaoxiao stretched out a finger silently, Zhou Jing saw it, shook his head, and stretched out three fingers.

As soon as Yan Jia looked at these two guys, he didn't know what code words they were typing.

In the end, the two people indicated the deal with two fingers each, two bottles of Wuliangye, otherwise there would be no discussion.

"That scene, how did I remember that you didn't give me the money for the IPAD last time?"

"You remember wrongly, I gave it."

"You didn't give it."

"I gave."

"Lying on the grass..."

"It's useless to curse people."

"Assi..."

"Speaking Korean is useless."

"WTF..."

"Hey... I don't understand."

Zhou Jing rubbed his still swollen head, took out his mobile phone and connected to the airport WIFI, followed the crowd to the luggage claim carousel.

"Ding dong..." As soon as I connected to the WIFI, there was a burst of messages from the WeChat on the phone.

[Babe YL: Brother Zhou, have you been to Korea yet? 〕

This is the wechat message sent by the long-legged little beauty. Zhou Jing wanted to invite this little sister to dinner when she returned to her hometown during the May Day holiday, but she had no choice but to give up because she was in a closed training camp.

[Zhou Jing: I just arrived, and I'm about to pick up my luggage. Have you finished your training? 〕

[Baby YL: It's early, it's the rest time, Director Lang will come over later. 〕

[Zhou Jing: Come on, train hard, we are still waiting for you to win glory for the country. 〕

[Baby YL: Well, Brother Zhou, we will also go to Korea in September, so you can come to me then. 〕

[Zhou Jing: Hehe, I can't enter the Asian Games Village. I'll treat you to dinner after your games are over. 〕

[Baby YL: Alright, when the time comes, I will call our whole team together. 〕

[Zhou Jing: Hehe. . .roll. . .You're going to make me bankrupt, don't talk about it, I'm going out in a while, and I'll contact you after I settle down. 〕

[Baby YL: Mmm. . .I'm going to practice too. Goodbye Zhou, remember to help my teammates get a tea egg autograph. 〕

[Zhou Jing: . . .understood. 〕

Zhou Jing turned off his phone with a black face, thinking why everyone thinks that when they come to South Korea, they can meet idols. Is this something you can find all over the street?

Pushing the luggage cart out of the airport exit, Zhou Jing was about to look around for the person who would pick him up, but was stunned by the sight in front of him.

There were a lot of people standing outside, holding the whiteboard in their hands without making a sound.

Just lift it up, and hold it in front of yourself, covering your face tightly, but judging from your figure, you should not be very old.

Is this picking someone up?Why does it look like a protest?

Although Zhou Jing could speak Korean well, he was not very familiar with the characters created by King Sejong, so he walked closer to see clearly what was written on the whiteboard.

As a result, when Zhou Jing took a step closer, the person opposite took a step back. In the end, maybe the other party really couldn't stand Zhou Jing anymore, so he put down the whiteboard in his hand.

"Agassi, don't lean any further, you're blocking us, Oppa and the others will come out soon." The round-faced little girl said angrily to Zhou Jing with her face flushed.

"Are you all here to pick up your oppa?" Zhou Jing understood a little bit, this is a big star chasing scene, this kind of experience is really unprecedented, it is indeed a country of entertainment for all.

But recently, why is it always called Agassi, Assi by Koreans. . .

"Nai, Agassi, so please don't hinder us, please." The little girl bowed Zhou Jing 90 degrees very politely.

Zhou Jing looked at this little girl dumbfounded. In the news in his memory, passers-by disliked fans who were hindered from pursuing stars. Today, he, a passer-by, was disliked by fans and hindered them from pursuing stars. Well, then it will not hinder them. up.

Chasing stars is chasing stars, what are you doing with a whiteboard to cover up, it's not something shameful.

Soon Zhou Jing found the person who came to pick him up. A young man in a dark suit was also holding a whiteboard with the words "Zhou Jing" written in Chinese on it.

"Anihasai, I'm Zhou Jing Yi Mida." Zhou Jing walked up to greet him in Korean.

"Hello, Executive Zhou, I'm your assistant Su Dongpo. Executive Xie told me to come and pick you up." The young man put away the whiteboard, bowed and saluted, and introduced himself in pure and fluent Chinese.

"What did you say is your name?" Zhou Jing was not surprised that this young man could speak Chinese, but was surprised by his name, wondering if he really knew this name.

The young man introduced himself to Zhou Jing very solemnly, yes, his name is Su Dongpo.

"Standing Zhou, my father is Korean, and my mother is from HZ, China. Because my father likes this Chinese poet very much, and he feels that this ancient man built the Su Causeway for my mother's hometown, so he took this for me. The name is in memory of him."

Su Dongpo explained the origin of his name to Zhou Jing. Usually, when he meets Chinese people, he often sees puzzled and curious eyes, so he is already familiar with this set of explanations.

"That's right. I should be older than you in terms of age, so I'll call you Xiao Su. Your Chinese is pretty good. You learned it from your mother?" After listening to the other party's explanation, Zhou Jing almost wanted to ask him if it was him. It was born by my father, so the name was chosen too casually.

"Yes, Executive Zhou. In fact, I grew up in China. I didn't return to Korea until I was 12 years old."

Zhou Jing was not in a hurry to ask Su Dongpo to call him brother or something. After all, he was not very familiar with him just now, so it was more appropriate to call him his position by maintaining the relationship between superior and subordinate.

But what does this routine mean?In China, there are the titles of executive vice president or executive deputy factory director. I don’t know if they are the same thing, and what about the special manager of my own master.

With these questions in mind, Zhou Jing followed Su Dongpo all the way outside, got into a commercial vehicle that had been parked there beforehand, and left the airport.

(Thanks to all the book lovers for your support of Ganglian. This afternoon, this book will be featured in the new book selection of the urban classification. Originally, I wanted to do a double update, but I may be a little tired recently and my condition is not very good. So I will try my best to double-update today. Some book lovers felt that they didn’t understand the chapter yesterday.
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