Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 478 Entering the village secretly

"Oh!"

"Okay, but aren't you going back to Washington tomorrow?"

"That's right." When Gu Weijun thought about going back to the Liaison Office in the United States tomorrow, he had a headache for a while. He wrote a 10,000-word self-reflection letter. Wouldn't this cost people's lives?
And I have so many things on my hands, and I have Senior Sister Jiang Wanhua, this is definitely a God-sent match, isn’t it?
No, I will have to bargain with Ambassador Huang then.
Isn’t this a joke that I should write a self-reflection letter for someone who is so devoted to the country? Doesn't this dampen the enthusiasm of a patriotic young man like me?

But what excuse do I have to make? Can Ambassador Huang cancel the punishment in this self-reflection letter?
Looking at Jane Qianbao and thinking of the many martial arts gyms he saw while walking in Chinatown today, Gu Weijun suddenly came up with a plan, "Jane, what do you think if we help the Liaison Office in the United States fund a few martial arts gyms in the United States? "

"Last time I chatted with you, Bruce Lee has a very wide reputation in the United States."

"If you guys pay for it, let the Liaison Office in the United States find a few people from China who know traditional martial arts, and set aside a few rooms on the first floor of the Liaison Office in the United States to teach traditional Chinese martial arts. This is also a promotion. Our Chinese culture.”

"Although there are many martial arts schools in Chinatown in the United States, they are located in a corner. The effectiveness of this communication is so poor that it is not clear whether they have real kung fu, and they are not very good at fighting beautifully."

"If a traditional Chinese martial arts class is opened in the name of the China Liaison Office in the United States, it will first have a high reputation, and it will definitely require real Kung Fu and show off."

"In this case, it will satisfy the strong curiosity of many American teenagers, right? And it can also help train Hollywood actors. Their fight scenes are really terrible!"

"Eh?" Zhen Qianbao looked at Gu Weijun curiously, "Kung Fu? Your thinking is too fast, isn't it?"

"Why do you suddenly think of Chinese Kung Fu?"

Gu Weijun said in frustration that he was punished by Ambassador Huang to write a 10,000-word self-reflection letter because he was going to give lectures to the "Black Panthers"
"Oh, my God! It's really terrible! There are only 2500 common words in English, and you actually have to write a -word self-examination!"

"In this case, I will call Black Panther now and ask him to contact your ambassador. No, it seems that things will be worse. In this case, wait a minute, I will call Taylor now." Jean Seberg got up immediately.

After waiting for a while, Taylor answered the phone. The sound around her phone was very noisy, and the music room was deafening: "Hey Jane? Why are you calling me at this time today? You should know that I am at a party?"

On the other end of the phone, you could already feel that Taylor was a little drunk, and his voice kept wandering when he spoke.

"Hey, Taylor, Gu is back, and he also found a very good opportunity to make money!"

"Oh, my God, my God! I'm going to fly over now!" Taylor was already a little incoherent. What would most excite a woman? One is a strong man and the other is money! Gu Weijun was prepared for both, "I hurry up, I can't bear it anymore!"

"I'm already getting wet, FUCK!"

"Hey, go and book the fastest flight to New York for me!"

"No!" Jean Seberg quickly stopped Taylor, "Go directly to Washington. Gu needs to go to the Washington office tomorrow."

"China's Liaison Office in the United States is at the Windsor Hotel, 2300 Connecticut Avenue."

"Hey, hey, did you hear that? Book me a flight to Washington!" Taylor suddenly shouted on the other end of the phone: "You guys are full of shit, and you can't seize the opportunities that give you money."

"I'm going to make money."

"Jin, Gu, are you by your side? I want to hear his voice."

"Hi, Taylor, it seems you had a great time?" Although Gu Weijun had never eaten pork in his previous life, he had seen the news about pigs running away. What are Hollywood parties like? How many peripherals are there in the domestic Haitian Feast?
So the tone of the phone call with Taylor was very calm, with a hint of coldness.

However, Taylor was too drunk and excited at this time, or even when he was sober, he might not be able to appreciate the charm of Chinese language, "My dear, I miss you so much."

"I miss you all the time."

Taylor expressed his love directly on the other end of the phone. Gu Weijun could hear the whistles and cheers on the other end of the phone, and the black line on the other end, "Taylor, you are drunk." "I think tomorrow, when you are sober, "It would be better if we chat again, what do you think?"

In the end, Gu Weijun couldn't help but complain on the phone, "Drink less alcohol, it will destroy your body!"

"Haha, don't worry, honey," Taylor laughed crazily, "Are you caring about me?"

"Don't worry, I'll go home and pack your things as soon as I get on the phone with you. I love you!"

After hanging up the phone, Gu Weijun and Zhen Qianbao both shrugged in unison. Zhen Qianbao said very humorously: "It's very Hollywood, isn't it?"

"Do you want to call Seth Heig now?" Jane Xibao reminded her very thoughtfully.

"Oh, that's fine. The other party will think that I am a person who does not keep his word." Gu Weijun was curious while dialing the phone, "Jane, I feel that you have a very good impression of the "Black Panther" organization, which makes me very Accident."

"Really? Is it because of my skin color?"

"Ha, sometimes I really hate those who classify people into different grades! I used to have a very good friend who was very kind. Unfortunately, she was picked on by the police again just because she was black."

"Jane, my condolences. I hope she won't suffer in the next life and won't be troubled by her skin color."

"hope"

At this time, the phone call came through, "Hello, this is Seth's house in Harlem."

"Hello Seth, I am a passenger in your taxi today, Gu Weijun. You invited me to give you a lecture before."

"Hey, brother, I knew you would call me. You Chinese are all first-class good people, and you keep your word." Seth was very excited. "When I came back, I told people in the community that I found a Someone from the East who understands Mao’s election.”

"They're still saying I'm kidding!"

"Ha, look I'm honest Seth."

"Ahem!" Gu Weijun had to interrupt Seth, who was speaking very fast as if he was rapping, "Hi, Seth, I want to apologize to you."

"Uh" Seth suddenly fell silent.

"Hi, friends, I can't go because of my identity. I'm actually not a financial person on Wall Street. If I go to give you a lecture, it will involve a political dimension."

"And this will undoubtedly sting the nerves of those in power in the United States. They will definitely stop us forcibly in the future if they know it."

"So?" Seth asked disdainfully, "Did you just give up like this? I always thought that the word "give up" didn't exist in your Chinese dictionary."

"Is the article discussing the ongoing fighting false?"

"No, my friends, I actually came up with a few good ideas, but I can't teach you in person." Gu Weijun did not accept such a rebuttal, "Besides, in the dictionary of Eastern China, you can There is no word "give up".

"Okay, just tell me."

"We can apply for a reading club first." Gu Weijun immediately told all the suggestions given to him by Zhen Qianbao, "Seth, which of these methods do you think is most suitable for you?"

(End of this chapter)