"Toot toot toot...... ......"At noon the next day, Hong Tao didn't contact his fishing friends again, and he didn't plan to play games and chat in front of the computer anymore, he planned to do something real and fix these mice and keyboards." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info just burned the soldering iron, and before the first mouse was opened, the phone rang.

"Hey, who's who?" the other person's number was weird, because nothing was displayed on the screen.

"Mr. Hong Tao, I'm Paul Marx, Richard Marx's brother, did he mention me?" The voice on the other end of the phone was also very strange, with a strong foreign accent in the southern accent.

"Marx, oh, he did say you were in Shanghai...... Could it be that ......" Hearing the surname Marx, Hong Tao finally remembered that Marx did tell him in an email at the beginning of the year that his brother was coming to Beijing from Shanghai. But during this time, I was so crazy that I forgot about it, and I didn't even bother to look at the mailbox.

"I'm in a place called the back door of the North Sea, you know, Richard can't even go home without a map, and there seems to be a problem with the address he gave me. I asked a lot of people, and there was not a single bridge made of metal, let alone silver. God forbid he also gave me your phone number, otherwise I would have had to stay in a hotel. Marx's younger brother apparently spoke more than he could, and even had a tendency to become an international chatter beyond the frequency of Hong Tao's speech.

"Oh, sorry, I'm a bit busy these days and forgot to check my mailbox and didn't know if you would be there today. "Suddenly, a big living person came and had to live in his own home, which made Hong Tao a little at a loss.

"Richard didn't know that I was here today, I am a China expert, as long as I can give me the exact address, I can find anywhere. I was going to surprise you, but who knew that Richard gave me the wrong address, can you tell me how to get to your palace-like residence? Marx's younger brother's answer almost made Hong Tao throw the phone out, what kind of thing is this, people in foreign countries dare to play like this.

Now Hong Tao regrets that he easily agreed to Marx to let his younger brother rent in his yard, he is not a drug addict or a drunk, nor is he a back-to-back mountain, but he can't stand the neuropathy, and there is no room for the second conversation in this courtyard.

"Please, Paul, right? just stand still, I'll be in front of you in fifteen minutes!" Although I regretted it in my heart, I couldn't say it, it's too late to think about anything now, let's take him back first, I can't really leave him alone.

Marx's younger brother recognized that Hong Tao drove past the back door of Beihai and saw a white man sitting on two large suitcases with a huge hiking bag on his back. No need to ask, this must be him, even if this is a tourist area, there is no shortage of foreign tourists, but who would bring so much luggage to the royal garden.

Originally, Hong Tao was still angry, complaining that Marx introduced such an unreliable younger brother to him as a tenant. You don't know what kind of virtue your brother has? And he still pushes his face to other people's houses? But as soon as he saw this person's appearance, Hong Tao began to feel sorry for Marx again.

You say that they were all born to the same parents, why is there such a big gap? Marx is tall, has good facial features, and has a powerful beard, he can't be said to be a handsome guy, and at the very least, he has to be a standard white Central and Northern European.

But looking at this again, if he hadn't known in advance that he was Marx's younger brother and let him stand with Marx, Hong Tao would 100% think that he was Marx's uncle or a distant cousin, and there was no kind of bloodline.

He was not tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his figure was all long, and the most striking thing was that he actually lost his head! Marx was thirty-six years old, and he was certainly not that old, but there were few hairs on his head. The beard had a fight with his brother, but the more he did this, the more he looked older, and if you didn't look at the hippie smiling face, he was an old man in his fifties.

"Paul?" pulled the car in front of him, Hong Tao rolled down the window, and bared his teeth at him.

"Hong Tao? God, Richard lied to me again, he said that you are a very, very sexy mature man, but you obviously do not conform to the aesthetic views of the Chinese!" Paul is really familiar, directly opened the back door, while stuffing his suitcase into the back seat, while still mentally hitting Hong Tao.

"I'm sorry to inform you that your words just now have completely offended your landlord, do you know the consequences of doing so?" Hong Tao looked at Paul's bulging biceps in the rearview mirror, and temporarily decided not to get out of the car and beat him, mainly because he was afraid that he would not be able to beat him. This grandson is too strong, and his muscles and fullness are as good as Schwarzenegger's.

"Oh no, no, no, I'm condemning my dear brother with no offense to you in the slightest. He had never been to China before, so it was normal for him to have misunderstandings because he did not know the customs, culture and history of the country thoroughly. I am a China expert, Chinese is very good! I also like Chinese culture, we will become friends in the future. Forget Richard for a moment, he's a very boring person. In the face of Hong Tao's warning, Paul did not change, a broken mouth was still talking non-stop, and after getting into the car, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand.

"Who gave you the title of China Tong? I regret to inform you once again that your Chinese is terrible, listen to me, you can barely call it Chinese, and even the local language you speak is not standard. I'll also tell you the truth, the appearance of the two of us is at the level of half a pound and eight taels, and it is best for neither of us to judge each other on this issue in the future, it is in vain. Since Paul was so unrecognizable, Hong Tao didn't plan to be polite to him, stretched out his hand and shook him, and then began to fight back.

"I'm eight taels, you're half a catty, I still have to be slightly better! You have a lot of strength, do you like sports?" It's really not that Hong Tao deliberately belittled Paul's Chinese common name, and an idiom made him reveal his true form. However, he was quite broad-minded, and he didn't care about Hong Tao's sarcasm at all, and began to compete with Hong Tao again, but the result was also half a catty, which made him find a new topic.

"I was born with divine powers, and if I exercise it the day after tomorrow, it will seem that God is very unfair. In fact, Hong Tao suffered a little loss, Paul's strength is indeed very large, just look at his bulging muscles. His hand is like holding in a big iron tong, but he has to resist it even if he grits his teeth, and he can't be too proud when he meets.

If Hong Tao's mouth is love to speak, then Paul's mouth is extremely love to speak. Hong Tao is not so broken with everyone, he is usually a very quiet person, and he will only use this kung fu when he encounters a topic of interest.

But Paul is different, he sees what he says, a willow tree, a breeze can arouse his infinite reverie, and then he keeps chattering for a moment, talking and going off track, and then talking about other issues, and the result is that the more he talks, the more topics he talks about, and he never finishes it.

"It's so beautiful, your home is like it's built in a park!Is this my room? That's where Richard lived? I wondered why you and Richard got along so well, he didn't have many friends since he was in school, and you seemed so much more interesting than him......" Paul's mouth hasn't stopped since he parked at the back of the beach, carrying his hiking bag and carrying a big suitcase, and greeting everyone he sees, whether he knows him or not, as if he's always lived here. After entering Hong Tao's yard, he was even more happy, threw his luggage into the house, and began to wander around the yard, and all kinds of problems gushed out.

"Richard is too honest, if I were your brother, you wouldn't be like this now. "Hong Tao is really sad for Marx, and it is a headache for anyone to get such a younger brother. But there must be something hateful about the poor man, and Paul's current virtue is entirely to blame for Marx, who was an older brother, for not disciplining him well. If it were to be replaced by himself, he would have to stipulate that he could only speak five sentences a day from kindergarten, and he would be beaten if he dared to press one more word on the ground!