Zeng Gong knew what Miss Merlin was thinking, but he didn't want to give her any hints. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The light of the jumping fire seems to converge on the light of the stars, and the night sky becomes dark and deep, and when everything is silent, the bustle here begins to take on a different face, and the men and women of Livingston who attend the party work together to carry crates of beer off the car, fresh beef and mutton, vegetables, cheese, butter, etc., or become the protagonist of the barbecue, or become an important decoration to enrich the party style.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome our friends from across the ocean in the old tradition of Livingston, cheering and having fun. ”

Joe clumsily climbed onto a makeshift platform made of wooden boxes, waving his thick hands vigorously in an attempt to stir up everyone's emotions, and swayed a few owls to join in the fun.

"Good, good. ”

The men picked up the nearest beer and opened it in the most violent way, the sound of splashing foam and bottles colliding resounded in the night sky, and the big gulps of beer flowed down their cheeks, and the alcohol stimulated the rough guys to get excited, and they began to brag shoulder to shoulder.

The women skillfully began to prepare dinner, whether it was a barbecue or a special salad, it was their specialty, and the various ingredients were constantly flying in their hands, the craftsmanship was wide open, vulgar and wild, but the aroma still kept jumping out of the ingredients.

Embarrassed.

Joe looked at the group and had nothing to do, but he was very curious that the Chinese tourists were suddenly embarrassed, and he didn't expect that the guys who usually show off their martial arts were unreliable guys.

"Hey, hey, guys, guys, what are you doing, we still have guests, don't forget the guests. Joe stood on the high platform and screamed loudly, his face flushed, and he groped around his waist from time to time.

"Uh, guest, yes, guest, guys, hurry up and let the guests join us, and show our Livingston enthusiasm. Old Henry had the best time below, and he provided the drink, but it was a green knife, and he was so frightened at the sight of Joe's movements that he hurriedly rushed towards the Chinese guests with his companions around him.

He knew that Joe was probably the only one of the people living in Livingston other than Zeng Gong, and that when Joe was young, he had been beaten into a sieve with a double-barreled shotgun when he had stolen cattle from their ranch, and the townspeople had been jealous of the grumpy rancher.

Under the initiative of old Henry, the residents of Livingston also took the initiative to find their nearest Chinese tourists and began to talk, these Chinese tourists are a group of high-quality tourists, and there is naturally no need to talk about emotional intelligence, even in the face of seemingly vulgar ranchers, they can also do long-sleeved dancing, talking and laughing with each other.

Seeing the people who were gathered together, regardless of each other, Joe's old face softened a little, jumped off the high platform, grabbed a large beer mug and took a large beer from the barrel and drank it himself.

"Okay, Joe, I didn't expect you to be quite appealing. Zeng Gong came up with a wine glass and said jokingly.

"Zeng, what appeal can I have, these guys are just fun. Qiao said in annoyance, the atmosphere was very high now, but he always had a trace of worry.

"Hehe, Joe, you've emptied the whole of Livingston this time. Looking at the crowd around him, Zeng Gong suddenly said quietly.

"What's wrong?" Qiao looked at Zeng Gong strangely, not knowing what he meant.

When it comes to parties, you have to invite all the friends you know, and Joe doesn't think there's anything wrong with it.

"Aren't you afraid of someone stealing from someone in the town?"

Joe laughed when he heard this, what kind of place is this, this is Livingston, this is Montana, notoriously sparsely populated, hundreds of miles from the nearest town, how can any thief notice that Livingston is an empty city, and what is there to steal from Livingston?

"Zeng, you think too much, everyone will know that there is a strange mosquito here, let me think about when the last time we stole here, was it twenty years ago or thirty years ago. ”

When Zeng Gong heard this, he also felt that his idea was a little absurd, and couldn't help laughing, "Come, Qiao congratulates your tourist ranch on welcoming the first batch of guests, I believe it will definitely get better and better in the future." ”

"Thank you. Joe responded with a long sip of beer.

Zeng Gong said a few words, took his wine glass and began to fight everywhere.

"Hey, Cheng Ying, what are you doing here, don't you need to take care of those tourists?" Zeng Gong suddenly found that Cheng Ying, the tour guide brought by Qian Hui, was helping to cut beef, with slender little hands, and his clumsy appearance was full of joy.

"Zeng, Mr. Zeng. Cheng Ying timidly put down the knife and stood to the side at a loss.

Before coming from China, Qian Hui mentioned the legend of Zeng Gong more than once, and the two little girls were full of curiosity and apprehension, and all kinds of moods were mixed.

"What about Ren Qing, don't you have to take care of tourists?" Zeng Gong looked at the little girl's appearance angrily and funny.

It's better to be professional, it's better to be reliable.

Cheng Ying pointed to Ren Qing, who was cutting fruit not far away, feeling that she was about to cry, for fear that Zeng Gong would say bad things about herself in front of the boss.

"I—We..." Cheng Ying was resigned, tied a few knots with her two slender hands, and finally said aggrievedly: "Mr. Zeng, it's not that we don't take care of them, you see that they are more professional than us." ”

The two of them are just rookies, but the tourists are all old fritters, and they know how to make themselves more comfortable to enjoy various trips, so they naturally have to get rid of the two rookie tour guides and save them from getting in the way.

Zeng Gong looked around, and sure enough, these tourists were all like fish in water, or hooked up with local residents to brag and fart, or took the initiative to join the barbecue team, and even some tourists started a business with local residents, trading or exchanging with their own gadgets and money.

Zeng Gong couldn't help but shake his head, and said meaningfully: "This is not a reason for you to be discouraged, as a tour guide, you must take on your own responsibilities, continue to learn and observe, so that you can make progress and be competent for your work." ”

"Alright, I'm leaving, think about it yourself. After Zeng Gong finished speaking, he staggered and walked in a figure-of-eight step, and continued to find someone to chat and drink.

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", guys, someone's stealing our Livingston. Joe suddenly jumped up from the grass and yelled at the crowd.