John, who was gobbling up, instantly stopped what he was doing when he heard Zhang Dongsheng's words, and looked at Zhang Dongsheng directly, with a look of hope on his face.

"Friend, are you going to support me in fulfilling my musical dreams?"

Looking at his reflective eyes, Zhang Dongsheng shook his head helplessly.

Do Americans like to dream so much? What do you think?

"I just want to ask you, have you ever thought about continuing to stay in China to develop? Is it said that you will end this time when you leave your hometown and come here?"

Seeing Zhang Dongsheng shaking his head, the brilliance in John's eyes gradually dimmed.

"I've thought about it, but what can I do? I don't understand the language, and I don't have any skills.

It's so hard to survive in this foreign land. ”

"You can use your advantage as an American, and you can always speak American English.

Why don't you start by translating?"

"I can do English, but I can't Chinese......"

Okay, Zhang Dongsheng was a little helpless, but in the end he kept this John.

He has always wanted to assign a translator to the rising sun, although he said that he didn't need it, but Jiang Bing often needed it when he went out to talk about business.

It's just that it's not so easy to find the right person.

In this era, English for exam-oriented education is still far from being truly colloquial, and translators are considered high-end talents.

Now that he has met such a John, Zhang Dongsheng doesn't want to miss it.

As for saying that he doesn't know Chinese, it's actually quite simple.

After eating the hamburger, John was in a very good mood, and he was so full for the first time in two days.

And the one in front of him has to give himself a job.

Although the guitar sold for a lot of money, it may not be enough for him to use it back home.

So a suitable job is very necessary for him, so in Zhang Dongsheng's car, John happily went to Sunrise with him.

Now he doesn't know what kind of life he is about to usher in.

Solving the problem that John can't speak Chinese is actually quite simple.

In the context where everyone around you speaks Chinese, it doesn't take long to become proficient, especially Northeast dialect.

It's magical!

Zhang Dongsheng had already thought about it, and this John would be arranged in Tang Deyong's hands first.

That guy was a talker, and presumably John's time to learn Chinese would be shortened again.

Seeing that his boss went out for a walk, he not only brought back a strange guitar, but also abducted a foreigner.

The security guards standing guard at the door were all a little strange, but they didn't dare to ask more.

If there is only Zhang Dongsheng alone, it is not a big deal to say hello casually and chat for a while.

But Xinhui was standing behind the boss, and they didn't dare to be careless.

After all, the devilish hellish training before really brought them deep memories.

Looking at the factory in front of him, looking at the neat and bright workshop, John really felt a little unexpected.

Although I had heard Zhang Dongsheng say before that he had his own factory, John was thinking more about the kind of dark and dark workshop.

I didn't expect it to be such a big company.

It was really a joy to know that he was working in such a company, even doing business internationally.

There is definitely not a small amount of money and honor that can be obtained, and he can also let his old stubborn father see it when the time comes.

His way out is definitely not just to return to the western region to inherit his farm and become the next cowboy to ride an old horse and carry a shotgun.

He hates the smell of horse manure!

Seeing John's hurried appearance, Zhang Dongsheng was relieved, handed him over to Tang Deyong, and gave him a few simple instructions.

Then under Tang Deyong's shocked gaze, he turned around and left, as if he had finally thrown off a trouble.

And Tang Deyong looked at the blonde foreigner in front of him, constantly smirking, and he always felt that this buddy might have something wrong with his brain.

But it's right to think about it, if you have a normal brain, how can you be picked up by your own boss on the street?

Tang Deyong saw it right, Zhang Dongsheng was indeed a little anxious.

But there wasn't much else to do, just a little anxious to go back to my office and try out the guitar.

Just as Zhang Dongsheng felt, the tone of this guitar is very ethereal, like a wild horse galloping across the grassland.

And John told Zhang Dongsheng that the name of the guitar was called White Horse.

To be honest, Xinhui has no ability to appreciate music.

As for the guitar in his hand, his only cognition is one word: expensive!

It's really very expensive, a guitar costs 2,000 yuan, which is really incredible.

Who dares to say that he doesn't understand what Zhang Dongsheng and John are talking about, but when he takes out the money from his wallet, he can still see it clearly.

20 gray old man's heads, he can see it clearly!

Even Yu Xinhui once wondered if Zhang Dongsheng had been deceived?

When he was in the piano shop before, he also glanced at it. It seems that a guitar can be bought for a few dozen dollars, and a big horn is also given.

It's just that when he saw that Zhang Dongsheng had deceived this foreigner back to the factory together, he relieved himself and felt that his own boss was still superior.

Zhang Dongsheng gently brushed the body of the guitar and felt the rhythm of the guitar.

The hearts of the two people gradually emptied, closed their eyes slightly, recalled the familiar melody in their hearts, and their fingers involuntarily fluctuated gently on a few strings.

Will you remember tomorrow

Yesterday you wrote in your diary

Do you still think about it tomorrow?

……

Familiar melody, familiar lyrics, this is Zhang Dongsheng's most familiar song.

When he was practicing the guitar hard, it was actually a love song. It's just that before he could talk about the guitar to confess, the goddess in his mind had already flown with other men.

As a result, this old wolf's "You at the Same Table" became his favorite.

Whether it is singing skills or techniques, Zhang Dongsheng is naturally not as good as the original old wolf, but he now has an advantage.

That is, the current old wolf has not released the song "You at the Same Table" at all, this song should have been released by him three years later, and now the original author has obviously changed.

Although Zhang Dongsheng has never thought about this, he has unconsciously robbed other people's works.

Of course, he didn't realize it yet, he was just immersed in his music.

His eyes were slightly closed, and his face was full of intoxication.

And at this moment, an elegant figure appeared in his office with gentle steps.

Xinhui just wanted to speak, the figure waved his hand, and Xinhui didn't speak.

just silently threw a helpless look at his boss.