In the evening, the hotel.

Gan Jing finally had the leisure to contact the country, the time difference between the two places, it was daytime in Huaxia, and he didn't call others, but just called Uncle Zhang of Red Shield Security.

The media information in China is still unclear, Uncle Zhang has no idea what Gan Jing has experienced in the United States, and his first reaction in the face of transatlantic calls is to make a long story short and save some phone bills.

Gan Jing couldn't cry or laugh, and hung up the phone after reporting to him that he was safe.

Immediately afterwards, he dialed the phone number of the contact person of Legendary Pictures, and after communicating with the other side for a while, he did not mention "The Hangover" at all, but said that he planned to use their place to hold a press conference.

As Hollywood masters, the people of Legendary Pictures are very sensitive to all the wind and grass, so they naturally know what is going on and are full of promises.

Gan Jing could be regarded as having done something in advance, but he lay on the bed tossing and turning without the slightest sleep, and the time was only eleven o'clock.

"Go down and have some supper. Gan Jing touched his mobile phone, feeling a little sluggish, but he just didn't feel sleepy.

When he walked out of the room, he suddenly realized, is this the jet lag has not been reversed?

Flying from the capital to the United States, he almost slept on the plane and belonged to the hang-up state, only woke up at the last critical moment, and was moved to the hospital in the afternoon to rest for a while, and now his body is probably automatically switched to the Chinese daytime time!

Gan Jing shook his head, put on a coat, and only wore slippers before going to the cafeteria on the first floor for some supper.

Riding the elevator, following the two tall gringos, one black and one white, down to the first floor, Gan Jing confirmed the direction and walked towards the hall.

The hotel is a five-star Manhattan in New York, with people of all skin types, and although it is already 11 p.m., it is still busy.

On the way to the hall, Gan Jing felt that a few people were not looking at him right, but he looked back and found that they were a little hesitant, probably not sure if he was the rescue hero.

"When I get on the Oprah talk show, will they ask me for an autograph?" Gan Jing thought in his heart, touching his stomach, he was indeed a little hungry.

To the left of the hall is the cafeteria, and to the right is a row of sofas for guests to rest.

Gan Jing glanced at it, raised his foot and walked to the left.

At this moment, a long-legged foreign girl stood on the sofa on the right, and she walked over to Gan Jing after saying OK to her companion sitting on the sofa.

When she walked in front of Gan Jing, Gan Jing thought that this was blocking the way of others and hurriedly moved to the side, but he went to the left, and the foreign sister went to the right, and he went to the right, and the foreign sister went to the left.

The two went back and forth, and Gan Jing took a step back, thought for a moment and said, "Excuse-me?"

The foreign girl took a step forward and was just about to answer, but suddenly she seemed to twist her foot and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Hmm?hmm??

A question mark appeared in Gan Jing's heart, he glanced at the side and found that no one came up to help, so he half-squatted to pull Yangmei's hand, and motioned for himself to pull her up.

“No，no，bad，bad。 Yangmei seemed to know that Gan Jing didn't know much English, so she just used the most simple words to scream.

What is this? Touching porcelain? In this foreign country, I have been touched porcelain?

Gan Jing didn't realize the hot body of the foreign girl in front of him at all, and it seemed a little wrong when he saw that she didn't get up, so he immediately turned around and walked back without a little hesitation.

“Hi，help。 Gan Jing walked quickly to the lobby manager and pointed to the foreign girl who fell to the ground.

When the foreign sister saw that Gan Jing didn't have any pity for the jade, she didn't squat down to comfort herself, she didn't talk to herself, she actually ...... Everything actually made her immediately get up and walk to the door of the hotel.

Seeing this, the lobby manager took out the walkie-talkie on his waist and instructed the security guard outside the door to stop the woman.

After some entanglement, chicken feathers, Gan Jing couldn't help his hungry stomach more and more, and watched the communication between the lobby manager and the foreign girl who was controlled.

In the middle of the night, the lobby manager came over with an extremely respectful attitude.

"So you're Forrest Gump, thank you for staying at our Manhattan hotel. "The lobby manager is a black man, another black man who can speak Chinese fluently that Gan Jing has met.

Gan Jing nodded and said weakly: "Yes, but I'm very hungry now." ”

The black manager hurriedly made a long story short: "That woman is a little model, I heard out of nowhere that you were staying in our hotel, and her companion was holding a video camera and planning to record a video and upload it to the Internet. ”

"What do you mean?" Gan Jing was confused.

"It's a video site, pick you up, and then prove her charm. The black manager looked a little weird.

This......

Well?

Gan Jing was speechless, was he rubbed hot?

He had heard before that a hot event would attract others to take the opportunity to brush up on his existence, but he never thought that he would be the one who was brushed......

This is probably called pigs afraid of being strong? No, no, no, no, people are afraid of being famous?

"Forget it. Gan Jing pointed at the foreign girl a little helplessly, and found that she was still flattering herself, shook her head and said to the lobby manager, "I'll take a plane to Los Angeles tomorrow, and I want to have a good rest in your hotel tonight, I won't encounter such a thing again, right?"

The black manager patted his chest and said, "Forrest Gump, don't worry, half a fly can't get close to you." "Providing quality service to guests is their standard, not to mention that this one is not a mortal, he is the Oriental Forrest Gump who saved a plane.

Gan Jing nodded, not interested in approaching the foreign girl, turned around and walked towards the restaurant.

"Gump!Gump!" Seeing that he didn't mean to come over at all, the foreign girl immediately stood up from the sofa and called out loudly.

Gan Jing glanced helplessly, and saw the black manager striding over - well, the world was quiet.

The supper was delicious, and the rest was sufficient, and Gan Jing really didn't see half a fly again this night.

It's just that when he left the next day, the black manager specially sent a special car to see Gan Jing.

"Forrest Gump, go this way. ”

Seeing that he didn't guide himself from the main entrance, but from the underground garage, Gan Jing was very puzzled.

"That Alice is squabbling right outside the hotel. The black manager said, "We don't have to take care of the outside of the hotel, so you can be quiet." Alice has some background. ”

Gan Jing shrugged and obeyed the arrangement.

It turns out that the foreign girl is called Alice, probably this is her first fan sister?!

Well, I didn't even notice what it looked like.

Until he boarded the plane and saw Director Lesser, Gan Jing still had some regrets, although he came to rub his hot spot, although he was a little suspicious of wanting to touch porcelain, but did he at least see the appearance of the person and then go to the lobby manager?

"Haha, Forrest Gump, it's so mixed to see you alive like this. "Director Lesser spoke a long list of Chinese, but the tone was unusually strange.

"The idiom is ...... word"

Gan Jing glanced at his old friend on the side, and Fat George was winking at himself.

Shaking his head, Gan Jing stepped forward, hugged the white director who looked really excited, and said with a smile: "I also have mixed feelings." ”

Fat George immediately turned on the simultaneous translation and accurately translated: "He-is-fine." ”

Gan Jing glanced at him, well, it's fine.