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Zhao Fusheng nodded, and the two found a barbecue restaurant, ordered some barbecue and ate it.
Han Bin himself is a foodie. Although Zhao Fusheng is not a foodie, he is quite clear about the specialties of the snacks near the school. The place he chose is naturally delicious, high-quality and cheap, and he eats Han Bin repeatedly. Applause.
After eating, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Zhao Fusheng looked at Han Bin who had drunk a lot of alcohol, shook his head helplessly, called a taxi, and took Han Bin back in person.
When they arrived at the hotel, they asked for his room number. Zhao Fusheng asked the front desk to make a call. Soon Han Pojun's assistant went downstairs and handed him over to the assistant. Zhao Fusheng did not go to see Han Pojun, but said goodbye. leave.
Zhao Fusheng always had a weird feeling about Chairman Han. He felt that Han Pojun always wanted to see through himself.
The taxi stopped at the gate of the Second School District. Zhao Fusheng paid the fare, thanked the driver, and waited for the driver to give him change, but saw a figure sitting on the side of the road.
No matter how you look at it, Zhao Fusheng felt that the other party looked familiar.
"Young man, here's the money." Zhao Fusheng was relieved by the taxi driver's voice. He took the money and was about to leave when he heard the driver sigh and say, "Why are you such a drunk again?"
Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, and looked at the driver in surprise: "Master, do you know him?"
The driver curled his lips: "I don't know, but there are always such girls here, who drink too much and wander around, and they are not afraid of accidents."
After finishing speaking, he kicked the accelerator, and the car had already gone far.
Zhao Fusheng frowned, then raised his head and looked around, and then understood why the driver said that.
The reason is very simple, because this is the International Convention and Exhibition Center of Ninghai Normal University, and the first floor is a hotel. International students often come here for dinner. Naturally, many girls from schools are also willing to come here.
Zhao Fusheng doesn't want to comment on this. Everyone has the right to pursue their own happiness. I just hope that those girls will not be confused by superficial things when making choices. Not every foreigner who comes to China is a rich man.
From the looks of it, this woman should have drunk too much with people inside, and then came out.
Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, he didn't intend to go over to help, one thing more is worse than one thing less, he is not a superman Batman, Zhao Fusheng is not interested in things like saving lives and healing the wounded.
At this time, the woman suddenly stood up, walked to a big tree, and muttered there, not knowing what to say.
Zhao Fusheng originally planned to leave, but after a few steps, he saw a short man walking towards the woman.
The two people didn't know what they were talking about, Zhao Fusheng thought they were acquaintances at first, but when the man held the woman by the hand, the woman started to struggle.
"Oh Xibai!"
The man began to curse, and pulled the woman vigorously towards the other side.
"Let go of me, let me go!" The woman shouted loudly, but Zhao Fusheng's voice sounded familiar.
"Hey, hey, stop!" Zhao Fusheng walked over, he accompanied Han Bin to eat at night, Han Bin had been drinking there, he drank less than a bottle of beer in total, so he was very sober.
The current situation is that the woman obviously doesn't know this Gaoli stick.
Zhao Fusheng is very clear about the virtues of these foreign students. These bastards are all likely to be worthless in their country, but when they come to China, they all turn into human beings. Such a guy is praised to the sky by those who worship foreigners.
"who are you?"
The Korean obviously drank a lot of wine, pulled the woman, and looked at Zhao Fusheng.
Although it was past nine o'clock, did someone pass by the side of the road? Seeing this situation, people soon surrounded him.
Zhao Fusheng didn't have time to look at the woman with sunglasses and her hair covered, and glanced at the Korean: "Hey, Goryeo, let me ask you, do you know her?"
"Does it have something to do with you?" The guy obviously understands Chinese, and cursed at Zhao Fusheng in half-baked Chinese: "Take a look."
"Yo, you can speak Northeast dialect." Zhao Fusheng smiled immediately, and nodded: "Yes, that's right, I just read a few."
"Hahahahaha!"
All the people around laughed, except for a few foreign students who were obviously from Neon and Korea who didn't understand, the rest of them couldn't understand.
The Korean was stunned for a long time, always feeling that something was wrong, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt weird, but everyone else was laughing, and he knew that Zhao Fusheng must have said nothing good, so he glared at Zhao Fusheng: "Go away , don't get in the way here, she is my girlfriend."
"girlfriend?"
With a sneer, Zhao Fusheng said lightly: "Come on, tell me, what is her surname, what department is she in, what major is she in? Admit it, if you can’t tell, grandson, believe it or not, today I broke both your legs and the third leg?”
Although many girls are willing to post the so-called Korean Oppa, not all girls are like this, at least Zhao Fusheng can tell that this woman may not really know this Korean stick.
Because he vaguely felt that he should have heard this woman's voice somewhere, and among the girls he knew, no one would bow down at the feet of these foreigners.
"Yes, tell me, which college is it from?"
"What is your name?"
"Isn't it your girlfriend?"
All the onlookers were Chinese students, so they were naturally on Zhao Fusheng's side, and everyone clamored for the Korean to speak.
"Chinese pig, don't mind your business, it's her honor that I slept with her!"
The Korean obviously drank a lot of wine, his face was flushed, and seeing that he couldn't leave, he suddenly yelled a word.
At that moment, the whole world was quiet, and a cold light flashed in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, and he couldn't help breathing a little bit quickly...
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ps: This incident is a real incident, and it happened in Fusheng's freshman year, so I won't describe the details here.
Chapter 2 and One
South Korea is a very strange country, perhaps because it is a small country with few people, and it has been colonized for many years. From the neon father to the American father, this country and the nation seem to have become accustomed to worshiping the strong over the years.
So they are always very inferior unconsciously, and the more inferior they are, the more they like to brag.
For a while this is theirs, for a while that is theirs, and I have to kneel and lick the American dad from time to time. The most annoying thing is, it seems that besides the United States, they are the best Koreans.
In Zhao Fusheng's impression, whether it was talking about cross talk, or the later talk show hosts, when they did the most, they just scolded these gangsters.
In the final analysis, it is the people of this country who really deserve to be scolded.
But what is frustrating is that with the reform and opening up in China, more and more young people have begun to be brainwashed by Korean culture. Han Han Ha Ri has become a fashion, and plastic surgery beauties and creamy niches are popular. Sometimes Zhao Fusheng thinks about it , really speechless.It is estimated that if those fans know that the idols they are proud of are just using them as cash machines, they will probably feel honored.
Star chasing has no borders, but fans have their motherland.
Of course, it is now [-], and there will not be scenes where the head of the Korean women's team sends photos to demonstrate to the Chinese people and fans clean up for them. After the man said that sentence, almost everyone onlookers , all angry.
"Son of a bitch!"
"beat him!"
"beat him!"
After all, they are all young people, and their blood is still there. It doesn't matter if he is a foreigner or not, he will be beaten first.
