Reborn Capital Empire

Chapter 108 Pancake Fruit

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After thinking for a while with the phone in hand, "Wendy, what date is today?"

"Number seven!"

"November 7th, if I remember correctly, is National Election Day for the fifty-third president and vice president of the United States?"

Wendy Solow nodded and smiled: "Congratulations boss, you made a bet. шщш.㈦㈨ⅹS.сом update so fast. Republican Mr. Bush was elected as the new president of the United States!"

The election of Xiao Bu~shi to Guo Shouyun had long been expected.

"I just don't know how much the incense love of 'spending' $2 million in political cash can play!"

In fact, Guo Shouyun knew in his heart that no matter how much external help he looked for, the most important thing was himself if he wanted to withstand the pressure of Enron. If he himself has no confidence in this, then even with the help provided by Goldman Sachs outside, he still cannot hold the final victory.

"Anything else?"

Wendy Solo shook her head.

"Go back and rest!" Guo Shouyun waved his hand.

"Boss, about An Ran...!"

Looking at the beautiful woman with a worried look on her delicate and beautiful face, Guo Shouyun smiled and shook his head, then comforted: "Don't worry, An Ran can't protect herself now, how much of a threat can it produce? Its role is questionable! Besides, I'm not totally unprepared for it!"

Infected by the confidence in Guo Shouyun's words, Wendy Solo nodded, turned and walked out. After he left, the confident look on Guo Shouyun's face quickly disappeared. It was the first time he faced a deep-rooted enemy like An Ran. Inexperienced, he didn't want to be as relaxed as he just showed.

Glancing at the computer, Guo Shouyun, who was in a fidgety mood, completely lost the 'excitement' to continue writing. After walking around the room for a few times, he felt a little suffocated because of his "chaotic" thoughts.

"Matthew, come, let's go out for a walk!"

Seeing that it was not too late, Guo Shouyun greeted his personal bodyguard out of the hotel.

When he came outside and was blown by the cold wind from the Pacific Ocean, Guo Shouyun suddenly felt that his mind was much clearer. The mood gradually calmed down.

"Matthew, I remember that you served in the Delta Special Forces before, right?" Guo Shouyun didn't feel a little more talkative while walking on the road.

"Um!"

"How is life in the military?"

"Very boring and often accompanied by gore and death!"

The solemn tone made Guo Shouyun turn his head and glance at the big man who was always serious and devoted to his duties.

"Before, I was yearning for a military career, but now that you say that, I really don't have any passion at all!"

"Boss, I'm telling the truth!"

"I know, I know. But it's quite a strange thing for a wood-like guy like you to find a wife!"

After Matthew Bloom pulled the corners of his mouth, he looked at the figure in front of him with a wry smile on his face.

"Hey, there's a night market in front!"

Seeing the brightly lit street ahead, as well as the dense crowd of people and vendors, Guo Shouyun's eyes instantly lit up.

"Let's go, let's go have a late night snack, I just happen to be a little hungry too!"

"Boss!" He quickly stopped Guo Shouyun, "A place with a lot of people is not good for your safety."

"Isn't there you? Besides, I'm not the president of the United States, and not many people want my life! Let's go!"

After the words fell, Guo Shouyun quickly walked ahead after pulling Matthew Bloom's arm. Seeing him like this, Matthew had to keep up.

Night markets are the same all over the world, the only difference is the flow of people. Because of the company's business, Guo Shouyun has not experienced this kind of lively for a long time. He shuttled through the crowd, looked at the dazzling variety of goods on different booths, and looked around with great interest.

Not long after, he suddenly smelled an unusually familiar fragrance on the tip of his nose.

"Chinese savior crepe?"

Looking around, he soon found the familiar Chinese characters on the booth more than ten meters away from him. In his previous life, as an authentic Shan-dong native, he was too familiar with this classic snack. Especially when he was in high school, he would buy a copy at the small stall outside the school every week in the free time he could leave the school in the afternoon on weekends. Even if I work later, I will never miss it as long as I encounter it. Now I think about it and it is full of memories.

It is rare to see it in a night market in the United States, and Guo Shouyun, who is full of impulsiveness, strode over.

A very ordinary stall. In the center of the tabletop, which is about one meter square meter, is a stove with a diameter of about 40 cm. In the basket in front of the stove are 'chicken' eggs, fried dough sticks, noodles sauce, green onion, 'flower' and the like. . Standing behind the booth was a middle-aged man of thirty-six or seven years old, with a dark complexion and a heavy imprint of life on his exposed skin such as his palms and face. He looked at some vicissitudes.

Glancing at the 'chicken' egg skins in the trash can next to them, the number has been half stacked, and it seems that the business is good. After the other party 'handed' the prepared pancake fruit to the waiting young white 'girl', Guo Shouyun stepped forward, "Boss, how do you sell the pancake fruit?"

Guo Shouyun's pure Mandarin and his typical Chinese appearance made the middle-aged stall owner stunned.

"Yeah! Shan~dongdi!"

Guo Shouyun laughed at his fluent Jiaodong dialect.

"Oh, that's my own person. I don't want any more money from you, just make a cost of $2!"

"Don't, it's not easy for Anthrace to draft a black man. $5 is enough. And I'm not alone. Look at him, there are three or four pancakes and fruits are not enough for him!"

The middle-aged stall owner glanced at Matthew Bloom, who was standing behind Guo Shouyun, who was tall and strong, with a hint of hesitation on his face. It's not easy for him to make money. If he only earns six or seven fruits at a cost, he will definitely be taught a lesson by his wife when he goes back.

Guo Shouyun, who saw his expression in his eyes, took out $30 and handed it over.

"Boss, here are six fruits! All the condiments, don't put too much bean paste!"

"Look, how embarrassing this is!"

Guo Shouyun waved his hand, turned his head and pointed to the small square table next to him, "Is this table from Anthracene?"

"Um!"

"Then we'll eat here. Boss, bring it to us when it's ready!"

Looking at Guo Shouyun who was walking towards the small table, the middle-aged boss took the money after hesitating. But in the process of making the fruit, he added an extra 'chicken' egg to each fruit.

"I've made two. You can eat first. By the way, there is boiling water in the kettle next to it, and there is a bowl in the basket next to it. If you drink it, you can pour it yourself!"

After saying "hands over", the boss went to work in front of the booth.

"Come on, one person per person, how does it usually taste?"

Hearing this, Matthew Bloom, who was 'tempted' and 'fascinated' by the fragrance of the pancake fruit, did not refuse. After watching Guo Shouyun take away one fruit, he took the rest into his hands.

Because there is a packaging bag on the outside, it is not afraid of getting dirty by hand.

"Yeah, delicious!"

After taking a bite and savoring it carefully, Guo Shouyun nodded contentedly. He hasn't had this taste for a long time.

"Boss, the craftsmanship is 'great'!"

Facing the praise, the middle-aged boss showed a simple and honest smile on his face.

"Anthrace will hit it if she thinks it's delicious!"

"Boss, is business going well?"

"It's alright at night, there are few people during the day, so I can't make much money!" After speaking, the remaining four fruits were ready.

"Big brother, are you an international student?"

Seeing that there are not many customers, and the middle-aged boss may not have met people from his hometown for a long time, it feels particularly cordial~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I sat on the high stool behind the booth and chatted with Guo Shouyun.

He smiled and nodded, "How about you, boss?"

"I don't want Anthrace to be so capable. I...I came with my family!" Seeing the embarrassment that flashed across his face, Guo Shouyun could also guess that the middle-aged man who had been devastated by life was also A smuggler.

Not intending to point it out, he quickly changed the subject, "Boss, how many years has Anthrace been in the United States?"

"Three years!"

"Three years? That time is not short!"

"Well. It's a pity that I'm stupid, and I haven't learned a few American words in three years!"

"It's going to be a long time!"…

Perhaps it was because of the fact that they were both strangers, but the two of them chatted very well, and Guo Shouyun quickly finished eating the two pancakes and fruits. Bearing in mind that he shouldn't eat too many Chinese-style health secrets at night, he gave all the remaining four to Matthew Bloom.