Siheyuan: My Northeastern Farmhouse

Chapter 479 The Undefeated East
"Hey Seth, are you listening?"

"Well, dear brother, I want to say sorry to you. You really want to help us, not just talking." Seth's tone became very heavy, "I am very touched."

"Well, if it were me, I would still apply to form a reading club."

"However, after listening to what you said, I feel that I shouldn't contact you after forming the reading club. This may have a bad impact on you diplomats."

"After the reading meeting, I will go to the philosophy school of the university or the New York Public Library."

"They have the obligation to teach us."

“Instead of a God who chooses to preach shit to us all day long!”

"I would only go to him when I was too poor to eat!"

"Uh." At first, Black Goddess's speech was normal, but as he spoke, he returned to tradition. It seems that if black brothers don't say a few swear words and a few FUCK words, it doesn't match their temperament.
While Seth paused for breath, Gu Weijun immediately interjected: "Okay, Seth, then we've decided."

"But there is one more thing that I have to tell you clearly in advance."

"I will not directly appear in the Mao Xuan reading group you formed."

"What?" Seth's voice changed, "what is the hell fuck!"

"Brother, tell me, you are playing with me, right?"

"You know, you are playing with a simple black brother who has an infinite affection for you, right?"

"FUCK!"

Before Gu Weijun could finish his words, Black Brother Cester's unique rap appeared again.

Gu Weijun had to hold the microphone far away from him until the other person could only breathe. "Hey, Seth, are you still there?"

"I have to say, your rap is good? Have you ever considered becoming a professional singer?"

"What's up?" Seth's non-stop talking just now caused a lack of oxygen in the brain and he has not yet recovered.
Gu Weijun was stunned again, and his tone was very serious, "Hi, Brother Dongfang, I know you support and sympathize with us."

"But there's no need for you to really insult us, right? I was just joking with you? Where would anyone listen to this kind of obscene music full of swear words on the streets?"

"Uh~~~~" Listening to Seth's reply, Gu Weijun really didn't understand. Wouldn't this thing be very popular in later generations?
Commonly known as, rap doesn’t exist yet?
"Sorry, Seth, I just meant it sincerely." Gu Weijun apologized promptly, and then quickly brought the topic back: "Seth, I have found friends who can sponsor your reading club."

"I will meet with her tomorrow to see what channels she will use to sponsor you? Should she set up a foundation directly? Or a company? Or directly herself."

"Ah, Brother Dongfang didn't give up in the dictionary! You are my angel!" Seth started rapping again: "Yes, because Brother Dongfang didn't give up, he didn't fail."

"So, he is the Eastern brother who will never fail!"

"Stop!" Gu Weijun had a black line in his head, you are the Dongfang brothers who will never fail, and your whole family is the Dongfang brothers who will never fail!
"Okay! That's it! I'll contact you tomorrow!"

After putting the phone down, Gu Weijun complained to Jane Xibao: "Dear, do the African Americans you interact with also look like this?"

Zhen Qianbao shrugged: "Not entirely!" Gu Weijun understood, no wonder you couldn't win the revolution.

That’s not right. Isn’t it correct that there will be a black man in the future?
How did it happen?

Damn it, Gu Weijun understood instantly, it turned out to be a childbirth!
Work hard to have children, the more people you have, the more votes you will get
Is this what it was like?
Damn it, if that’s the case, European Islam
It's terrible. Fortunately, later generations in China have not let go. Except for a black community in Guangzhou, as long as they are reported, they will be deported.

Damn it, some idiot JIAO-SHOU seems to be proposing to bring in Indians to increase the labor force.
How did this fucking brain grow? Calling it a piece of shit is an insult to shit.
The next day, in Washington, China's Liaison Office in the United States and the Ambassador's Office, Ambassador Huang looked at Gu Weijun and the two American ladies beside him with a headache.

No, Gu Weijun, even if you were playing around outside, how could you bring him here? Do you know where this place is? Liaison Office in the United States!
What do you think of those comrades with ulterior motives?
Some people always want to complain by grabbing their pigtails.

They frequently express themselves, but only they themselves know the specific reasons.

It makes me want to file a complaint.
Ambassador Huang could only receive him seriously and with diplomatic etiquette: "Comrade Gu Weijun, we know Comrade Zhen Qianbao. Who is this lady?"

"Hi, distinguished envoy from China, I am Elizabeth Taylor!" Taylor introduced herself very familiarly: "I am an actor."

"Well, she is still an actress with a certain reputation in the United States."

Ambassador Huang's eyes suddenly changed, and he looked at Gu Weijun in surprise. You used to work with French actresses in France, but now you have started working with American actresses in the United States. What should I say about you?
Ambassador Huang inadvertently glanced at Gu Weijun's waist and hips, "You kid is so fucked up with Yangma. You look like a wolf at your age. Can your kid's kidneys still bear it?"
Do you have to tell your wife to bring some more seahorses and wolfberries to Gu Weijun?
Although she was curious about Ambassador Huang's strange look, Taylor immediately stated the reason for her visit, "It's like this. As a well-known actress in Hollywood, I particularly admire Mr. Bruce Lee."

"Especially Mr. Bruce Lee's kung fu, which fascinates not only me, but also all fighting-loving people in the United States."

"But, unfortunately, Mr. Bruce Lee has passed away"

Taylor paused, "However, dear Gu, you gave me a suggestion, that is Bruce Lee's fighting skills, oh, that is Kung Fu, there are many practitioners in China."

"You can gather many great fighters through official channels to come to the United States to open martial arts training classes. Oh, you call it a martial arts school."

"Of course, I will sponsor the expenses of the martial arts gym."

Taylor blinked. Although there were wrinkles, his big eyes were still charming, "Mr. Messenger, what do you think?"

After listening to Taylor's words, Ambassador Huang was confused. What fighting skills were Bruce Lee's? Return to the martial arts school?
Is it the same as when Shaolin Temple went abroad to perform martial arts performances before?

Ambassador Huang looked at Gu Weijun, "Weijun, what I just heard was a little confusing. Does Ms. Taylor mean to invite a martial arts team to perform in the United States, or does she want to offer martial arts classes?"

"It's a martial arts gym!" Gu Weijun converted the ground floor of the Liaison Office in the United States, which Taylor wanted to rent out, into a martial arts gym, and then sent real trainers and real showmen from China to teach martial arts to the American emperor.
Ambassador Huang was even more dizzy, and the way he looked at Gu Weijun was even more wrong, "Can this make money?"

"Well, the main reason is that Taylor really likes our Chinese culture."

“I want to do my best to spread our Chinese culture.”

"Do you like our culture? I think I like you, right?"

"Ahem, aren't they all the same?"

"How's it going? Uncle Huang, do you want to take this job?"

(End of this chapter)