Great Power Army Reclamation

When I thought about it, I was very energetic, but in the end, the effort died down in one day, all the momentum was gone, and the old Suzuki was also frustrated for a while.

It seems that relying on power is also a technical job. It is useless to just brag, it depends on one's own strength.

Looking at Junken City at the moment, even though the Suzuo Group belongs to one of the major consortiums in the island country, it no longer has the capital to be arrogant.

The key people have nothing to do with you. No matter how strong you are, what's the use? People don't rely on you, but you are the one begging for others at this moment.

He checked in on the first day and made an appointment with Wang Lina the next day. It turned out that Wang Lina was busy and had no time to see him these two days.

The helpless old Suzuki had no choice but to take a few of his men and explore the sights in Junken City.

The island country is a country with very developed public transportation and has made full use of resources. Transportation is cheap.

But what about here? Transportation is free. Although there is no subway, the key point is that we don’t need the subway here.

The vast land, the luxurious and majestic buildings, the spacious roads, how many cars can't run on this? There is no need to dig a hole in the ground to build a subway?

Facing the bustling and orderly city, the old Suzuki suddenly felt powerless.

When I came here, I was still very ambitious. I felt that I had a lot of bargaining chips, and I could even repeat the old tricks. According to Mainland China's strategy, I would use my reputation as an investment to occupy my own proportion.

But the industrial area, which was several times larger than the city itself, suddenly made his original confidence disappear. How could he be used to invest in such a city?

A sense of powerlessness filled the old Suzuki's whole body. He couldn't remember how long he hadn't felt this way. He was used to the feeling of being able to control the wind and rain.

But now, walking in this strange country and strange city, he is just an old man, an old man whose physical strength and energy are about to be exhausted.

The eyes of several followers were not enough, and they observed everything around them in surprise.

It seems inaccurate to simply describe this place as neat or developed, but there is no suitable word.

Suddenly, several gorgeous Uighur girls burst into their eyes, young and beautiful. Full of energy.

Then, they realized clearly that these girls are the city, and the precise definition is "vitality"

Yes, the word "vitality" is the most accurate description of this city.

Old Suzuki suddenly couldn't walk anymore and sat under a parasol on the roadside.

This is also one of the characteristics of this city. There are chairs and umbrellas for resting on the roadside, as well as beautiful restrooms and drinking fountains that are pleasing to the eye.

Old Suzuki was sitting on a chair panting, when a flowery little girl ran over with a large glass of juice:

"Grandpa, are you thirsty? I'll treat you to some juice."

Old Suzuki couldn't understand Chinese, but he could understand what the little girl wanted to express.

He stood up politely and bowed, which was the etiquette of their country.

The little girl jumped away in a hurry, waving her little hands and yelling: "Old people can't salute children. Drink quickly. I think you are very thirsty. This is what I asked you to do."

The translator translated the little girl's words to old Suzuki. This old man, whose nerves were as tough as wires, suddenly felt his eyes heat up.

Holding the cup and taking a long sip, the sweet and sour cold liquid with the fragrance of pomegranate flowed into his mouth, making his whole spirit shake.

Old Suzuki looked at the little girl and asked, "What's your name? Why did you invite me to drink juice?"

Dilireba blinked her beautiful big eyes:

"It's too hard for you to walk, and they don't know how to support you. You will be scolded for such a thing here!"

Several of the attendants lowered their heads and did not dare to speak. They didn't want to help him, but the president wouldn't let him. They always said that he was getting stronger with age.

Old Suzuki doesn’t know what to say either? But I feel very comfortable in my heart. A long-lost feeling of warmth made him feel really old.

"Your juice is delicious. Where did you buy it? I can also buy it for you."

Di Lieba smiled and pointed at the catering truck not far away:

"Grandpa, this is what my mother made. You don't need to invite me. I'll invite you to drink as much as you want."

When he heard that it was made by his own family, old Suzuki started to joke and asked with a smile:

"Where are the five of us? Do you want to invite us all?"

Dilireba waved her little hand nonchalantly: "Please, please, we Army Reclamation City people are not stingy."

After saying that, Dilireba ran to her stall and told her mother about her treat.

Reina didn't care. The Uyghurs are a hospitable nation. In addition, her life problems have been completely solved. There are no suitable words to describe Reina's recent good mood.

At this time, Lao Suzuki and others also came over. When she heard that they were foreigners, Reina became even more enthusiastic.

There were foreigners everywhere in Junken City, so she was not surprised. However, because of their identities, Reina had a sense of mission as a master.

Although the household registration has not been transferred yet, Xiao Guaizi has promised to help her do it, and soon she and her daughter will both be from Junken City.

Reina's beautiful and hospitable people moved Old Suzuki and others very much. They were used to being flattered by others, but they were suddenly treated coldly in the past two days. Old Suzuki was feeling lost.

As a result, two women suddenly appeared, strangers to each other, but they entertained them with their kindness and sincerity.

Although a few glasses of juice are not valuable, the meaning of the expression is really touching. After all, we are strangers...

Several people drank juice, thanked her sincerely, and did not forget to praise Reina's craftsmanship.

This compliment was really not a compliment, it was really delicious. None of them had ever tasted such a pure natural juice.

You know, the fruits of Northern Xinjiang can be regarded as king in the world because of its unique geographical location.

Therefore, the natural taste of this juice is not mentioned. After several people drank one cup, they couldn't help but ask for a second cup.

As a native of an island country where eating watermelon costs a pound, although he is not short of money, his living habits are there.

He was naturally surprised by such a generous woman. The key point was that she was really not polite and didn't even want to pay her.

These large glasses of juice are not cheap in island countries.

Naturally, the old Suzuki would not take advantage of this, and insisted on paying. The two parties were arguing, and the kidnapper came.

Seeing the excitement in the stall, I thought there was a fight, so I pushed aside a few people and squeezed in.

After figuring out his position, he couldn't help but smile. These islanders were quite nice and knew how to be polite, so he waved his hand:

"Forget it, I'll treat you as a treat. The military reclamation people always keep their word. If you feel guilty, can't you just visit me a few more times in the future?" (End of Chapter)