After arranging a group of villagers in Wenjia Village who had been temporarily frightened by the word airplane, Wen Xu took a plane to New York alone.

When he arrived in New York, Wen Xu had just gotten off the plane and was getting down the ladder, when he suddenly looked up and saw a black guy holding a sign in his hand with two words written in crooked Chinese: Wen Xu!

Wen Xu thought about it for a while and felt that there shouldn't be such a coincidence, this plane is loaded with two Wen Xu, isn't this here to pick me up?

I thought it should be myself, but the black guy's dress was a bit like Joe's aesthetics, Joe was dressed as a serious businessman, he was neatly dressed almost everywhere he went, and his suit and shirt were so bright that he could see the leather shoes of the figure.

Look at this one again, the standard hip-hop style, a wide and long top, pants worn by the crotch are hanging down to the calf, a baseball cap is crooked, a big gold chain around the neck, a big gold medal on the chest, the size of a small half a palm, at least five rings on ten fingers, and a golden Rolex on the wrist.

Good guys, the black explode household trio, the big gold chain, the Rolex, just a Cadillac is all missing.

So Wen Xu walked in front of the black boy with a little caution: "Which Wen Xu are you picking up?"

To be honest, Wen Xu could feel the eyes of countless travelers behind him, and I have to say that at this time, Wen Xu couldn't wait to find a hole to get into it directly, it was too embarrassing!

"Our boss's friend is also our supplier, are you China's Wen?" the black guy was a little bit of that or something, and in Wen Xu's opinion, he looked like his IQ was a little in arrears, and after glancing at Wen Xu, he said slowly.

"Is your boss Joe?"

"Yes, you are Mr. Wen, please!" As soon as he heard that it was Wen Xu in front of him, he was polite but had an expression on his face that he didn't care, and after saying a word, he turned his head and snapped his fingers, signaling Wen Xu to follow him.

Wen Xu had to carry his bag and follow him, and came to the front of a small car for about ten steps, the black guy was not polite to Wen Xu at all, and he sat in the driver's seat and patted the position next to him to signal Wen Xu to sit.

With that, Wen Xu got into the car and followed him around the terminal until he came to a car.

As soon as he saw the car, Wen Xu couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, just now he was thinking about the big gold chain, Rolex and Cadillac, this is not now Cadillac in front of him.

"Get in the car!" the black guy gestured to Wen Xu again, but he opened the car door and got in.

Wen Xu opened the car door with his bag, threw the bag into the car first, and then got into the car himself.

Sitting on the fly, Wen Xu looked out the window without saying a word, the black guy was very happy all the way in the car, listening to the music in the car, and then dancing, humming along with the music from time to time. Anyway, most of the blacks are like this, in the words of the old people in China, there are no sitting statues, there are no standing statues, and there are really not many black people like Joe.

Wen Xu knows that there are now a group of young people in China who are obsessed with these black cultures, but Wen Xu is not eye-catching, to be honest, it is estimated that the upper class in the United States is also not eye-catching, this kind of hip-hop style first gives people the feeling of being unstable, like such an attitude, whether it is in politics or doing serious business, it is not pleasant to find, and a few people will choose to sit dishonest like this as their partners.

Wen Xue is the second time to come to New York, last year has seen the prosperity of the world's financial center, unlike many Chinese people for the United States, for New York has a special feeling, for Wen Xu, no matter how prosperous New York is, it is not his own, only Wen Family Village can make Wen Xu have a special feeling.

"Where is this going?"

Wen Xu saw that the car was getting more and more prosperous, so he asked the driver in front of him.

However, this one is obviously very devoted to his singing career, and it was only after Wen Xu said it three times, and his voice became louder and louder each time, that he woke up from his own world.

“HAT?”

"I'm asking where are we going now? This doesn't seem to be the direction to go to Qiao's company," Wen Xu said.

If it weren't for the fact that this black guy was too unreliable, Wen Xu would have thought that this one wanted to kidnap him. In his current state, Wen Xu felt more like a person who kidnapped tickets.

"Hey, bro, Joe's company moved to Fifth Avenue," said the black guy.

The tone is very casual, and the usual wavering wind looks a little underwhelming in Wen Xu.

Wen Xu thought for a moment and said, "Take me to the hotel first!"

Wen Xu didn't want to sit here and go to Fifth Avenue to show off, it wasn't enough to be ashamed.

After speaking, Wen Xu didn't wait for him to reply, and directly gave him the address of his hotel, then leaned into the back seat and closed his eyes and stopped talking.

The black guy didn't ask much, and after glancing at the address, he continued to drive his car and sing his own song.

According to Wen Xu's request, the black guy sent Wen Xu to the door of the hotel, and he didn't even get out of the car, so he pressed the window and said goodbye to Wen Xu, and then the butt of the car smoked, and the smoke disappeared.

Wen Xu looked at the Cadillac that had gone away, couldn't help but smile wryly and shook his head, and entered the hotel with his luggage, and the check-in went smoothly.

Wen Xu likes to live here, because as soon as you open the curtains, you can see the entire Central Park, the view of verdant eyes is very good, of course, it is not cheap to live here for a night, and the average American cannot afford to live here, but now the money is not a big thing for Wen Xu, and the comfort of living is more important.

He was about to go downstairs to eat something, when he heard a knock on the door, and when Wen Xu opened the door, he found that Joe was already standing at the door.

"Cozy!"

After giving Wen Xu a big bear hug directly, Qiao entered the door by himself, and said as he entered the door: "Are you satisfied that I sent someone to pick up the plane?"

Hearing him ask, Wen Xu said in his heart: I used to praise you for nothing, and it seems that you have only learned a skin about Chinese culture, how can the Chinese ask this, obviously with a little show in his tone.

Of course, Wen Xu can also understand that the Americans have done a little thing for you to remind you about this problem, such as picking up people on the Chinese, if the buddies don't bring it up at all, but the Americans can't, more than dozens of kilometers to pick you up must be a big face.

Without waiting for Wen Xu to speak, Joe reacted first, and immediately said with a smile: "Look, I'm thinking American again! It's my cousin who picks you up!"

"Your cousin has a lot of personality"

What is Wen Xu's words? You can't tell someone's cousin as soon as we meet.

Hearing Wen Xu say this, Qiao immediately understood, Wen Xu is not praising his cousin, it turns out that Qiao has been in China for several years and often mixes with Chinese, not in vain, thinking about his cousin's virtue and almost guessing what is going on.

I heard Joe sigh and say, "There's no way, if I don't care about him, he'll have to go into the gang, it's nothing in China, but it's too dangerous here" and gestured at the gunshot.

For black Americans, the proportion of good mix is really not much, the crime rate of blacks has always been high, and the predominantly black society has always been synonymous with chaos.

"If it weren't for the fact that I couldn't get out, I'd have picked you up myself," Joe explained.

Wen Xu waved his hand: "Actually, you don't have to be so troublesome, I can just take a taxi by myself!" But I want to persuade you, next time you pick up a Chinese guest, you should rent a luxury car."

It's very expensive to rent a car with a driver here, but Wen Xu thinks that the value of the expensive is much better than the service launched by some domestic companies, so to speak, the same clothing, the same car, but the small details of the service are particularly fine, on the contrary, the domestic line is a little worse, enthusiasm is enthusiasm, but it can't be so fine.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have asked him to pick it up"

What Joe said is quite clear: You are a buddy, I don't do this too politely with you.

Wen Xu had to smile and shake his head, he didn't think much about it in the first place, just reminded Joe, don't be self-defeating when the time comes to pick up Chinese guests.

"By the way, when will the appointment arrive in the evening?" Wen Xu raised his hand and looked at his watch.

Joe said, "At half past seven, I'll come and pick you up then!"

"Okay, I'll rent a car myself"

As soon as he heard that he was coming to pick him up, Wen Xu immediately stretched out his hand to stop him, for fear that this guy would get himself another character like before, to be honest, Wen Xu really didn't like such a flamboyant driver.

Joe was not polite either, and nodded when he heard this.

"Have you eaten it?" if not, let's go down and eat a little, the steak here is good," Wen Xu asked.

Jo heard this and said, "Let's go, I heard you were here too."

So the two went to the hotel restaurant together, and after ordering the meal, the two chatted quietly.

"What do you think of this time?" asked Wen Xu.

This time Wen Xue came over to run the award problem, Wen Xu's family wine does not sell well, Guan Jian is that Americans do not recognize this brand, as for fame? Let's put it this way, it is almost equivalent to nothing, only a very small number of customers in the United States will buy it, although the number of people who turn back is quite high, but it is the sales of dozens of bottles a year, and most of them are sold by Qiao's own restaurants, and they are all discounted. Such sales can be described in more than a tragic word.

Joe said: "It's okay to win an award, but it's not possible to win a gold award!"

Wen Xu thought for a moment when he heard it and said, "If it's not a gold award, it's not interesting!"

I used to think that what Americans do is quite formal, and the American people have always been synonymous with justice and fairness, but when Wen Xu understood it, he realized that the American awards are almost the same as those in China, not only on seniority but also on the public relations ability of each family, what kind of relationship to give gifts, etc., that is what kind of tricks in China, what tricks are there on the side of American public relations companies, the so-called fair and just United States, only live in the American dream.

The purpose of evaluating wine is to sell wine, and it is better not to spend money to get a bronze award or a steel award, which has a hairy meaning.

Qiao smiled bitterly: "The difficulty of the gold medal is too great, and even if the operation is successful, our investment is too great, as far as our annual output is concerned, the wine sold for ten years is not enough for the capital investment of this award."

"Hey!" Wen Xu also knew that this thing was really quite fucked.

"However, I heard that your hypnotic ferret is breeding again, can you consider me this time?" Joe cut a piece of lamb chop into his mouth, chewed it twice, took a bottle of wine, and smoothed the lamb chop into his mouth.

Wenjiacun is called a weasel, and the American people here call this what the weasel is saying anyway, it is the same thing, last time Qiao came here and gave it to an old politician in New York, who is the helmsman of New York's political forces, but the old man liked it very much, so Qiao's business was taken care of, and the speed of development has been more than a little faster in the past year or so.

Judging from this matter, who said that Lao Mei does not understand interpersonal relationships? Who can say that Lao Mei does not understand the key to gift-giving? The world is as black as a crow.

"There are only five of them, two of them, and only three of them can be sold!" Wen Xu said.

Now about this thing, there is a saying in Wenjia Village, called the second generation of the second generation, the first generation refers to the cubs born to the weasel, the second generation is naturally better understood, the cubs are reborn into cubs, and a small part of the second generation of cubs is white, and only white has the ability to hypnotize the elderly, so in the eyes of others, the generation has inherited more hypnotic skills of the weasel, so the price is higher.

"Two, I'll have two here," Joe said immediately.

"No, at most one, I also have difficulties on my side."

Thinking of this, Wen Xu's head is big, the old man opened his mouth to ask for one for his old friend, and the old man Qiu asked for one for his old comrade-in-arms, who is the old man? How can Wen Xu, the grandson-in-law, refuse? As for the old man Qiu, people even gave the money, and it was not appropriate for Wen Xu not to give it.