"Oh, I've heard a little bit of that between Tan Jing and this Hong Tao in China, it seems that this rumor is true! You don't know yet, all the songs that Tan Jing sang were written by this Hong Tao for her, and he never wrote songs for others, and now the two of them appear here at the same time, isn't it obvious! I think it must be that after that Hong Tao was imprisoned, Tan Jing was unwilling to continue to develop in China, so he quit the music scene. "Ma Wanpeng not only has a face in the entertainment industry, but also a heart in the entertainment industry, and he has a nose and eyes when it comes to gossip.

"You mean the two of them are...... Yes......" Su Miaomiao listened to Ma Wanpeng's words, covered her hand to her mouth again, and her eyes were wide open.

"You still need to ask, you think...... One is a talented man, and the other is a beautiful woman...... If it were in China, that Hong Tao would be a labor prisoner, and they wouldn't dare to be together openly, wouldn't they have gone abroad, who knows the two of them here!" Ma Wanpeng said as he opened the car door and let Su Miaomiao get into the car first.

"Is Hong Tao really a prisoner of re-education through labor?" Su Miaomiao was a little confused at this time, Hong Tao had a very good impression on her in the past few days, and it was difficult for her to think of the concept of a re-education through labor prisoner.

"Is that wrong, there were a lot of newspapers at the time...... This person, it's really hidden, you said that he was on the plane at the time, where could we see that he had been in, I think you should move out quickly, I'll tell you......" Ma Wanpeng was like a full string, and began to smear Hong @ Tao inside and outside the words, and he was so smeared that people had nothing to say. In the early 90s, it was very difficult to remove the hat of a labor prisoner on anyone's head. It directly pulls your personal character to the lowest, and there is no bottom limit to that kind of low.

Hong Tao was chatting with a blonde teller at the counter in the bank next to the academy. As he walked home from the academy, he happened to pass by a neighboring family

Royal Bank of Canada. So he planned to get his credit card on the way, and of course, the beautiful female clerk behind the counter was also an important factor in his ability to get in.

It is more interesting to open an account here, each personal account is divided into two accounts, one is called checking account withdrawal, card payment, personal checks, etc. are all spent from this account. There is no interest on the money deposited in this account, and there is a limit to the number of times you can swipe your card and write checks, more than 35 times a month, and you will be charged a fee of 0.5 Canadian dollars each time.

Another account is called the deposit account, and the money in this account can be deposited, withdrawn and transferred at any time, and it is also 35 times a month, and a commission will be charged if it is exceeded, but the money in this account is interested.

Originally, Hong Tao didn't find any topic to talk to the female teller, but after he listened to the introduction of this personal account opening, he immediately found the topic, just the problems of these two accounts, he asked one by one for a long time, and waited for the female teller to explain it to him one by one. He began to ask about other rules in the bank, and by the way, he also talked about salary, treatment, and finally personal questions, such as what your name is, what you like, what you have for lunch, etc.

It seems that the way of soaking girls at home and abroad is much the same. When Hong Tao finished the whole process, he already knew the name of the female teller and made an appointment for lunch. But don't do that at home. The banks here haven't seen any other customers since Hong Tao came in. It seems that banks do not prohibit staff from chatting with customers. If you change to a domestic bank, let's not say whether the staff is willing to talk to you. Just the customers in the back queue will have to scold you away. So, sometimes it's not that the domestic service staff has a bad attitude, and the mood is definitely different when they receive 200 people a day and two people a day.

Of course, lunch is just lunch, or two people pay their own money, people say that they agreed to Hong Tao's invitation, in fact, it is to give you a chance to talk and chat, what else should be or how. If you think you're interesting, then you can still contact it in the future, if you think you're not interesting, then just say goodbye, no one owes anyone anyway.

People who have just come into contact with Hong Tao will think he is quite interesting. Because he can always say things you don't know, his mouth is still neat, his ideas are still jumpy, and the short chat is very interesting. So after the two of them finished lunch, Hong Tao's bill had an extra name and a phone number. Although he just ate a fast food, he still eats himself, but Hong Tao thinks it tastes good, this is called beautiful food, and chatting with unfamiliar beautiful girls from time to time is also a kind of spice, which can make people feel relaxed and happy.

But the joy is always short-lived, as soon as he walked to the gate of the seminary, Hong Tao saw a big black SUV parked in front of Sergei's house, and the big red five-star on the door was like a black magic, which directly swept away Hong Tao's smile, and the whole person suddenly became nervous. Because he had seen this car, when he went to see ice hockey a few days ago, one of Roman's people drove this car, and the mark was very eye-catching.

"Oh, you're back, Mr. Roman wants you to go to him...... It looks like I'm going to take ice hockey lessons......" As soon as Hong Tao entered the door, he saw one of the two giants who had always been with Roman sitting on Sergei's sofa like a mountain of meat. Seeing Hong Tao come in, Sergei told Hong Tao of his intention to come here with a sense of wanting to laugh and cry.

"Can I not go?" Hong Tao glanced at the bodyguard with slanted eyes, and quickly took his eyes back, he was afraid that there was also such a thing as an eye among the Russians.

"Yes, but you have to go to the airport to buy a ticket to return to China immediately, and I can help you drag him for a while......" Sergei leaned over to Hong Tao and whispered.

"It's too righteous! You better fix your habit of drinking in broad daylight...... I'll go change and get the equipment, and I'll get down. Hong Tao smelled the smell of wine in Sergei's mouth, and he was really convinced of this. Sergey and Ratz both have this problem, they don't do anything in the morning, they have to drink a drink first, they usually chat and chat, and pour half a cup, anyway, they are not idle every day, and they don't drink much every time, just a big sip. Hong Tao also tried it two days ago, but I didn't think there was anything enjoyable.

The bodyguard must have had a little drink with Sergei just now, because when he helped Hong Tao get the equipment, he could smell a smell of alcohol without opening his mouth to speak. In fact, he didn't say a word to Hong Tao along the way, and he didn't even look at Hong Tao directly, as if he was sitting next to him with a piece of luggage. Hong Tao didn't try to chat with him, he didn't have anything to talk to, he couldn't ask if anyone had wives and children. As for asking where he wants to take himself, this is not nonsense, even if he tells Sù where he is going, what other opinion can Hong Tao have? Since they are all in the car, then go wherever they like.

The direction of the car was about southwest, and after driving for four or five kilometers, it drove into a boulevard, and after driving for about half a kilometer, a small two-story building appeared in front of it. Hong Tao felt that this place was less like a residence and more like a school, because the architectural style was very similar to the Shenglijia College where he went to report in the morning. Sure enough, when he entered the gate, Hong Tao saw that it was a middle school called Willowdale, and the transliteration should be Willdale or something.

From parking to entering the door, the bodyguard followed Hong Tao's side like a prisoner, directing Hong Tao to walk into the basement. Hong Tao, who was already a little nervous, had scenes from the movies he had seen in his mind again, and the Russian gangsters depicted in these films generally killed people in abandoned factories, car dismantling factories and basements, and their methods of killing people were also very unimaginative, either sawing you open with a chainsaw, or drilling your head with an electric drill, or simply throwing you into the incinerator to burn it all, anyway, Hong Tao didn't want to try.

When a fire door was pushed open, Hong Tao greeted the light coming from the door, as if he had just taken a journey through hell, and suddenly saw the light, he had never felt that those lights were so kind, the light shone on himself, and he could even feel a kind of mother's hug.

Hong Tao thought too much, the basement here is not a torture ground, nor a stronghold of Russian gangsters, let alone a contraband factory, but a city ice hockey arena. A large group of middle school students were training on the ice, and the whistles of the two coaches were blowing from time to time.

"Hello Mr. Roman...... Old Roman sat alone on the sidelines, wearing a pair of skates on his feet, and an ice hockey stick standing beside him, which seemed to be waiting for him, which made Hong Tao very frightened, and he didn't even change his skates, so he first held on to the baffle of the ice rink to say hello.

"You're fouled! On the ice hockey, you are not allowed to come down with your shoes on...... Oh, let me see what you've got in place. What kind of is this?Are you a girl?What are you doing wearing such flowers?" Old Roman completely lost the kind appearance he had when they last met, and as soon as he came up, he began to find fault, and his voice was so loud that the middle school students on the other side began to look this way.

"Hey...... I don't really understand, I bought it blindly...... "Hong Tao felt that if he came a few more times, he was afraid that he would have to buy a gun to give this damn old man a surprise, practice the ball, practice the ball, why is there so much nonsense, and it is also a mental attack." Of course, this was just what he thought to himself, and he was very docile on the surface.

"It's too late today, you can change it first...... Where are you going? It's here, change it right away!" Roman was like a gunpowder today, and his expression reminded Hong Tao of a famous Russian women's volleyball coach, Nikolai Vasilyevich Karpori. That uncle is also silver-haired, and he looks polite, but when he arrives at the game, he can't talk well, no matter whether he wins or loses, he has a tone and expression for the girls in the women's volleyball team under him: gritting his teeth and roaring! (To be continued...... R1292