Indulge in Life in America

? "Wait~"

　　 Yang Cheng stopped Hansen who was going to call to arrange the plane. He suddenly remembered that he still had tickets for the electronic music festival. It was not that he was afraid not to go to waste, but simply felt that it was boring to return to the manor.

　　 Hansen looked back at Yang Cheng.

　　 "Don't call for now, go to the music festival later and then go back."

　　. . .

Back to the box, he continued to talk to Lecosta Xu and Wei Snake. When the lunch was near the end, he took the initiative to say goodbye. Downstairs in the restaurant, Yang Cheng invited him, "Are you going back there? If there is nothing wrong, you can go to the music together. I’m really bored by myself."

　　 Ian El was stunned, and then he smirked, "Boss, I won't go, the club still has a bunch of documents waiting for me to sign, how about I call you some hot girls?"

　　 Yang Cheng showed an ambiguous smile that all men know, "I didn't expect you to have this kind of resources?"

　　 Ian El quickly explained, "Don't get me wrong, boss, I didn't do anything to sorry my wife."

　　 Yang Cheng had an expression of disbelief, "Come on, Ian, a man is allowed to make mistakes, but don't like the new and dislike the old and abandon your wife and children. This is the key."

　　 Ian Ayer smiled bitterly, his face was full of helplessness. It seems that he has the reputation of being a real scumbag. Anyway, he can't explain it, so I won't explain it at all. "The boss, do you want a spice to accompany you?"

　　 "Of course, but no matter the hot girl, I prefer Asian girls, with more watery skin, can you find it?" Yang Cheng's style is very much like the **** brother, and he makes no secret of his own sex.

Ian El didn’t think there was anything wrong, anyway, the boss was young and rich, so I’m so sorry to have been in this world without being romantic. He didn’t answer directly, but took out the phone and said a few words, then covered it. The microphone said, "Boss, there happens to be a lady in the Bay who is engaged in business **** services."

　　 Yang Cheng doesn’t matter, she nodded, "It’s her~"

　　 Ian El quickly gave instructions to the person on the other end of the phone, and hung up the phone and said to Yang Cheng, "The boss is set, and the salary is 100 pounds per hour. The girl happens to be nearby and will come over soon."

　　 Yang Cheng waved his hand, "Money is a trivial matter, you can leave as soon as someone arrives, don't delay my fun."

　　 Ian El knew that Yang Cheng was joking, so he pinched his nose and responded, "It's the boss~"

The two stood on the side of the street and chatted for a while, they saw a classic parked on the opposite side of the road, followed by a thin beige windbreaker with a scarf around the neck, a white lace-rim shirt with black inside. The Asian girl in slim trousers and plain high heels got out of the car. After looking around, she locked in Yang Cheng and several people. Regardless of the traffic etiquette, she ran over directly, panting heavily and taking a sweet bite. Fluent English asked, "Is this the **** service you call?"

　　 Ian Ayer smiled and said, "Yes, you are Miss Liu?"

　　 When the girl saw the right person, she patted her mouth like a very little girl, stuck her tongue out and nodded, "Please call me Whitney, this is my English name."

"It's nice to meet you Whitney. Your service object is the one next to me. I hope to show all your enthusiasm and ability to complete this job. In addition to the promised salary, there is a lot of bonuses waiting. You." Ian El made a full gesture before introducing Yang Cheng to Whitney.

It wasn't until this time that Whitney realized that the target of today's service turned out to be Asian. Is it a fellow, with a glimmer of expectation and a little cowardly, tentatively asked in awkward Chinese, "Maybe you are Chinese? "

Although Whitney's dressing is very capable, her temperament is obviously inconsistent with her dress. The round face is very small, and she painted light makeup but can't hide her innocence. The straight hair just over the shoulder is scattered wantonly. In general, she is not A living, chic and exquisite urban beauty, but a pure student girl who deliberately hides her age.

　　 Yang Cheng was so funny, and deliberately replied in standard Mandarin, "I am a national Z, are you too?"

Whitney’s pure eyes seem to have inner pairs, and the effect is very cute. She opened her small mouth and didn’t know how to reply. If the answer is no and the other party is angry again, will she lose this business? ?

　　 Or just answer yes? Anyway, there are no people in the Bay, so I shouldn't be scolded, right? In the end, money overcame reason, and I nodded with the courage, "I am a national Z, from Dywan, I am glad to see you in Liverpool."

　　 Yang Cheng twitched the corners of her mouth, and said in her heart, "Smart little girl~"

　　 I said to Ian El, "Okay, you can withdraw first."

　　 Let Ian El leave by himself, Gentleman Yang Cheng opened the door and invited Whitney to get in the car, "Please~"

Whitney was just about to step into the car, but the legs that stepped out were retracted, and she raised her head to Yang Cheng and said, "Sir, are you going to the music festival? I just came over there, and the streets were all blocked. , The car can’t get in, so let’s walk there. I can also show you a brief tour of the Albert Dock."

　　 I didn't expect Whitney to enter the role so quickly, and actively made suggestions to Yang Orange.

Yang Cheng hesitated for a while. Just ate a lot and took a walk. She readily accepted Whitney's suggestion. With a big hand, she grabbed Whitney's little white hand with black nail polish without any hesitation. , Walking on the riverside promenade of the Mersey River.

　　 Whitney was a little uncomfortable when she was holding her hands, she lowered her head and muttered, "Sir, please let me go~"

　　 Yang Cheng was surprised, and then asked amusingly, "What? Is it your first time to come out as a business escort? I don't know the market?"

Whitney frowned, raised her head, did not speak angrily, turned her head to look at the river, but did not struggle anymore, let Yang Cheng lead, but no longer squeaked in anger, until the two walked for more than 10 minutes, the crowd increased As the crowd was getting closer and closer to the festival venue, I heard a curse, "HOLYSHIT!", followed by a sigh with a typical Liverpool accent, and looked 45 degrees to the front left. A man just got caught in a strong wind. He scraped off his black sunglasses and cursed casually.

However, he was holding a glass of beer just filled in his left hand, and it was a bit difficult for him to be 1.8 meters tall to pick the sunglasses on the ground. In order to avoid inconvenience and spill the wine in his hand, he had to take a sip first. He squirted out the beer that had just arrived. It seemed that 80% of the wine was mixed with sand.

While spitting out the sand in his mouth on the ground, he wiped all the parts around his inner mouth with his golden beard. Finally, after making sure that there was no sand in the wine and on his face, he quickly took a big sip. He squatted and picked up the dust-stained sunglasses on the ground, and walked to the music festival with his buddies who had been "riding" him.

This sudden situation amused Whitney, who had been sulking all the time before. After smiling, she made a'fierce look' with a bulging face, and asked Yang Cheng cutely, "Hey, you are too much. Not a gentleman at all, shouldn't you coax the lady when she is angry?"

The dull wan accent, coupled with the cute face, really makes people can't help but spoil them, but Yang Cheng didn't have this awareness, and she shrugged indifferently, "You are not my girlfriend, let me coax What are you doing? Besides, I paid, you haven't officially started your work until now. You should have coaxed me, otherwise I will complain to you if I am upset, but you will be busy all afternoon."

Whitney was frustrated. She felt that Yang Cheng’s words were very annoying, but they made sense. No matter how they looked at it, she was ignorant. The more she thought about it, the more angry she made a face at Yang Cheng, but this time she said nothing. I was angry, although there was no serious guide, but I always showed a smiling face. I looked left and right. I liked the lively atmosphere.

　　 Today is Saturday, and the weather is gloomy. Don’t be surprised. In the UK, if the sun is shining in the sky, it’s really surprising.

From Liverpool’s famous Albert Dock, walk north along the Mersey River for about 20 minutes to reach the venue of the SoundCity Music Festival. Perhaps the afternoon is still early for ordinary British people, but for young people who like to join in the fun For people, this is a carnival festival. I met many fellow travelers along the way. The demon wind raging in the port can only block the flight direction of a few birds, but it can't hide the sound of the main stage far away.

Moving on, the two saw another British fat man yelling for his father to buy him a Big Mac burger later, and even the bulldog his father was pulling forward excitedly after hearing this. We have basically concluded that there is no problem in the direction.

　　At this time, another group of Chinese passed by Yang Cheng and they saw the same skin color. They instinctively said hello in awkward Mandarin, "Are you also Chinese?"

　　 Yang Cheng smiled and replied to the uncle, "Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~We are international students~"

　　Who knows Whitney whispered to the side, "I'm just a rich second-generation, whose foreign student sits in a Rolls Royce?"

Fortunately, I didn’t hear this, but Yang Cheng listened to it, turned his head and glared at the little girl. The Chinese uncle named Daniel next to him said to himself, "Let’s go and take a look. There will be more and more music festivals like this in Liverpool..."

　　 This uncle is an early immigrant from GD. He opened an international school in Liverpool, hoping to provide a platform for local Chinese children to learn Chinese in order to maintain this culture.

It seems that I haven’t spoken Chinese for a long time. Although he is not fluent in Mandarin, he is still willing to share his business experience with young people. "The GDP of Greater London is more than half of that of the UK. Now the mayor can challenge the Prime Minister. The City Council of London has enough voice..."

Daniel took a sip of hot coffee, lowered his tone and said: "There is another, you see that the central cities like Birmingham and Leicester have basically been transformed. The United Kingdom has been cut off and the focus of national economic development. It must be moved to the north...Liverpool and Manchester City have become the engines of the north..."

After talking about this, Daniel drank all the coffee left and asked Yang Cheng: "Last year Liverpool was the city with the largest investment in the UK. This year it is the capital of movies again, and the development of drones has also moved here. , Do you think there will be no chance here? Children, stay here, earning pounds is always pleasant." Before leaving, he did not forget to reveal that this year he has rejected several groups of investors and a friend of his Liverpool investment property matters.