Pingji Horse Farm has a very Chinese name, but it was not changed by the Chinese. Some people say that this large-scale, well-equipped horse farm, and all the horses are of good breed are run by a British consortium; some people say that this horse farm is run by an American family; and some people say that this horse farm does not have a single owner, it is a joint venture of many people, and since there are Chinese in it, there are also foreigners...... There are many theories, but no matter which one is untenable. Because no one has ever really met the owner of this horse farm. The owner of this horse farm has never appeared at this horse farm, and all the customers only know that the top person in charge of this horse farm is the CEO of this horse farm, a British Chinese. His English name is Hairy, but he prefers to be called by his Chinese name. After he came to China, he deliberately chose a rather poetic name for himself - red mud, which was taken from Gong Zizhen's "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers". Hongni's grandfather's original surname was "Wu", so his full name was "Wu Hongni".

Wu Hongni has a handsome face and an extraordinary conversation. may be the reason why he often eats beef, Wu Hongni's figure is also very burly, and he is an out-and-out handsome guy and beautiful man in the eyes of many women. Therefore, most female customers like to flirt with him and call him "Little Red".

"Good afternoon, Miss Murong who looks like a fairy. When Murong Xuan walked to the horse farm, Wu Hongni quickly saw it. Wu Hongni walked over and greeted Murong Xuan warmly: "You didn't come in the morning, I thought you wouldn't come today." ”

"Hello, Mr. Red. Murong Xuan nodded lightly and replied half-jokingly, "Although it's not afternoon now, but evening, I feel like I'm back in the afternoon when I hear Mr. 'Xiaohong' speak such authentic Mandarin." This morning, there was a delay due to some things, so I'm going to catch up now. ”

"Really, Miss Murong, do you think my Mandarin is very authentic?" Wu Hongni heard Murong Xuan's praise, and actually screamed excitedly like a child. I don't know if it's because I'm happy for my Mandarin or because of Murong Xuan's praise.

"Mr. Xiaohong, do you think I'm a girl with a lot of words?" Murong Xuan sank her face and said with a pretended displeasure.

"Of course not. Beautiful Miss Murong, you misunderstood what you meant. Wu Hongni said apologetically to Murong Xuan.

"It's just a misunderstanding. Xiaohong, let me introduce you to someone: Xiao Tianming, my friend!" Murong Xuan introduced.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao!" "Hello, Mr. Red Clay!" The two shook hands amicably.

"Miss Murong, in this part of China, do girls usually call the boys they like 'friends'?" Wu Hongni asked Murong Xuan in Mandarin with a British accent.

Murong Xuan shook her head and patiently introduced to Wu Hongni: "Xiaohong, girls usually refer to the boys they like as 'boyfriends', not 'friends'. Although it is just one more word, the meaning is completely different. ”