When it comes to Thailand, the first thing that comes to many people's minds is ladyboy, thinking that this is the country's main specialty.

In fact, everyone's thinking is too evil. This is definitely a misunderstanding.

There are still a lot of other unique things in Thailand, such as monks on the streets, elephants, durians, snake medicine, beautiful women...... Wait a minute.

Especially beauties, there are really a lot.

According to statistics, the ratio of men to women in Thailand is 1:2, and among men, a considerable number of people choose to become ladyboys.

However, the vast majority of beauties will not be rare Chinese with black hair, but prefer white skin, which may be the so-called far fragrance and near smell, and incense from the pot.

At this time, it was the hot season, so the car was driving on the street, and all kinds of waves made Fan Xiaolei's head never lift, and this guy is still allergic to the big murderer.

He took the flight directly from the provincial capital of Shudi, and when Wu Jun and the others arrived, he had been waiting at the airport for several hours.

There are a lot of Chinese in Thailand.

In terms of population alone, the number of Chinese ranks second among the thirteen races, and six of the top 10 richest people on the country's Forbes list are Chinese.

However, it is not easy for Chinese to obtain legal status in Thailand, all thanks to an old man surnamed Zhang, and even the establishment of diplomatic relations between Huatai, this old man has made a lot of efforts.

And this time Fan Peng was invited to come by the fourth-generation great-grandson of the old man surnamed Zhang, Zhang Guming.

As a small branch of a large family, Zhang Guming has invested in many industries, and it has been smooth in the shadow of his ancestors.

Fan Peng was greeted by a man in his forties, named Li Shenghan, who was dressed quite decently, and was similar to Zhang Guming's housekeeper.

Arrived at the hotel but at 3 p.m. local time, that is, 2 p.m. in China.

Everyone washed away the fatigue of the way, and Zhang Guming had already arranged a dinner party to catch the wind.

At three o'clock, he had to start preparing for dinner, and Wu Jun had experienced it for the first time in his life.

"I'm not going. ”

Zou Hai doesn't seem to have much spirit, and Fan Peng is here for a "business trip", but he is here for tourism, and he decides to go to Pattaya alone tomorrow.

In fact, Wu Jun also wanted to throw Fan Peng down and go around for a walk, after all, it was rare to come once.

However, he was curious about what kind of feng shui it was, so Fan Peng didn't get it done once.

In the end, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to go with Fan Peng to have a look, in case he could encounter something interesting.

Fan Peng is still the same as in China, wearing a small plaid shirt, a bit like the kind of thirty yuan and two pieces on the roadside, loose hemp yarn coil pants, which will shake when you walk, which is very amorous.

Yellow leather shoes, white socks, this taste is simply no one, dirt to the slag.

No wonder he is often given a cold reception, he doesn't look like a powerful feng shui gentleman in this dress.

It's too image-oriented.

Wu Jun thinks he is very good, the Celestial Master suit, it sounds very stylish.

However, he still thought about it for a long time when he wore the Celestial Master's vest, and he still wore a short-sleeved shirt as a base, otherwise it would be too stylish.

Riding Li Shenghan's car again, he came to a splendid hotel, and followed the waiter to a huge private room upstairs, where the owner Zhang Guming had been waiting for a long time.

It is said that it is a private room, but in fact, there is only one railing around it, and the entire upstairs is like this, which is said to be convenient for watching performances.

Wu Jun originally thought that it was too early for dinner, but when he looked around, the entire upstairs was full.

It seems that in terms of enjoyment, the Chinese people are still a little worse.

Fan Peng and Zhang Guming are old acquaintances, so they omitted a lot of opening greetings, which made Wu Jun breathe a sigh of relief.

Zhang Gu is a typical middle-aged and elderly person, who looks kind and kind, and his voice is also very soft, and he is very polite to Fan Peng.

But his face didn't look very good, with the pallor of recovering from a serious illness.

On his right was a young man in his early twenties, somewhat similar to him, and Fan Peng told him that it was Zhang Guming's son, Zhang Xipan, and that this child might be short of water in the five elements.

And the name sounds a bit girly, maybe it has something to do with Thailand's national conditions.

Wu Jun noticed that on Zhang Guming's left hand side, there was a middle-aged man with sharp eyes, a thin face, and two small beards.

The person who can sit next to him has a very large status.

And ever since they came in, this man had been looking at Fan Peng inadvertently, with a hostile look in his eyes.

Of course, this kind of casual dining occasion is naturally indispensable to be accompanied by beautiful women.

Next to Zhang Xipan sat two beautiful women, like a team of sisters.

My sister looks no more than twenty and is well developed, which can be judged from the fact that Fan Xiaolei never dared to look at it squarely, at least D.

My sister may be young, and she is far worse than her sister in all aspects, and she belongs to the flat type, but she has a pair of big eyes, and she has been looking at Wu Jun and Fan Xiaolei, full of curiosity.

That's all there is to it.

The table is large, not really a table, but a combination of eight small tables in a circle, with a large pile of fruit in the middle, exuding a rich fruity aroma.

There was a maid standing at each small table, not all of whom were as beautiful as flowers, but they were not bad in figure and temperament, and they were definitely not more than twenty years old.

Listening to Fan Peng's whisper, the local service is world-class, and these maids all speak Chinese, and there are even real transsexuals among them, but it is difficult to tell.

It's not a ladyboy, it's a transgender, these are two different concepts.

Wu Jun thinks it's no wonder, this guy always likes to come here.

"Fan Xiansen," Zhang Guming said with a smile after everyone was seated, "Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Rao Zonlavimon. ”

"Oh, Mr. Law, hello. ”

Lao turned his head and glanced at Fan Peng, and said in a somewhat stiff Chinese language: "You can call me Mr. Zongla Weimeng, or call me Master Lao, but don't call me Mr. Lao, this is no common sense." ”

This hostility is even more pronounced.

Could it be that this person is a companion with Fan Peng, and he is afraid that Fan Peng will come and steal his business?

"Hehe, Mr. Fan may not know," Zhang Guming was an old man, and naturally heard the dissatisfaction in his heart, so he smiled and played a round, "The local people's first name comes first, and the surname comes last." ”

At this time, Sister Tablet, who was sitting next to Fan Xiaolei, whispered to Fan Xiaolei: "Lao is translated into Huaxia, which means handsome." ”

Fan Xiaolei sprayed a mouthful of water directly under the table, choking and coughing, and his face turned red.

Seeing that she was "in trouble", the flat girl also lowered her head and snickered, it seems that she doesn't seem to have a good impression of this handsome gentleman.

Wu Jun was also amused in his heart.

Handsome?

The appearance of this thing has nothing to do with these two words, and I don't know what his parents thought when they named him.

By the way, it seems that in the local area, children are named by learned monks, and parents have no right in this regard.

"Uncle Fan," Zhang Xipan was obviously very familiar with Fan Peng, probably not wanting to embarrass everyone, so he diverted the topic, "You guys have been tired all the way, why don't we eat first, the performance is about to start." ”

At his suggestion, the maid standing behind everyone immediately skillfully opened a golden lid on the table, and then someone pushed the dining cart and brought small soup pots into the table.

In the soup pot is a milky white soup with chives and tomatoes floating on top.

The waiter brought a dipping dish to each of them, and served a variety of seafood, meat, and vegetables.

It looks like it's going to eat hot pot.

Wu Jun had heard of Thai hot pot for a long time, but he never had the opportunity to try it.

To be honest, he personally thinks that it really doesn't taste very good.

Especially the dipping sauce, which he felt had a very strange fishy smell.

Fan Xiaolei didn't seem to like this taste very much, and he didn't like to eat seafood, so he kept asking the maid to cook.

"Aren't you used to eating?" The flat sister next to him seemed to be very interesting to him.

Fan Xiaolei nodded, probably because this little girl was a tablet, so he replied rarely: "I rarely ate seafood before." ”

Even if you want to eat seafood in Shudi, you will add a lot of chili, pepper, ginger, garlic and other things to cover up the fishy smell.

"You can order a pineapple fried rice," the tablet sister enthusiastically recommended, "this should suit your appetite." ”

"Okay, thanks. ”

Fan Xiaolei no longer had the initial crampedness, and chatted happily with Sister Tablet.

"What's your name?"

"Fan Xiaolei, what about you?"

"My name is a certain pear, which translates into Chinese as jasmine. ”

When Wu Jun heard the word Jasmine, he couldn't help but look at her more.

If only his jasmine had such a Sven.

"Next door is my sister, named Gula, which means rose in Huaxia," Jasmine continued, "She's Zhang Xipan's girlfriend." ”

From the whispered chat between the two, Wu Jun knew that this girl named Jasmine was only 17 years old this year and was still a student.

She is fluent in the Chinese language because she aspires to become a tour guide after graduation.

It wasn't that Wu Jun wanted to eavesdrop on them, it was actually the chatter of the other people at the table, which was even more boring than he imagined.

As the two became more and more acquainted, Jasmine's chair was about to move to Fan Xiaolei's side, and finally said in Fan Xiaolei's ear in a very small voice: "That Lao, is a head lowering master, don't look at it!"

Fan Xiaolei hurriedly lowered his head again.

Wu Jun was also curious when he heard it, when he was a child, there were many head-lowering masters in Hong Kong City movies, but most of them were ruthless, dark, and evil characters, and now there are few themes in this area.

He didn't know why a person of Zhang Guming's status invited a head lowering master to be by his side, and he seemed to be very respectful.

"Some time ago, Uncle Zhang was hit by someone else's head, and he was the one who saved him. ”

I see.

The so-called bell must also be tied to the bell.

If you are hit by the head-lowering technique, you naturally have to ask the head-lowering master to solve it.

Zhang Guming is a businessman, and he should be very strong, after all, there is a huge family behind him, and it is inevitable to offend people.

But does such a godly thing as head-lowering really exist?