Reborn King of Marketing

Passing through the empty hall and going up the spiral staircase to the second floor, there is a long corridor.

It looked very lively with people passing by, greeting and chatting with each other, a bit like before a dance.

Most of the people were wearing military uniforms, and quite a few wore swords and shields on their chests. It seemed like this should be their headquarters in Vostok.

Along the way, Boliswa was greeted by many people who greeted her enthusiastically, especially young men, with their eyes shining like a hungry wolf that gets mad when it sees a fat sheep.

However, Boliswa just dealt with it casually and obviously did not treat Zhang Xuebing and others enthusiastically.

However, Zhang Xuebing was thinking in his mind that this girl was also a member of Sword and Shield, so she had to be very careful in dealing with it, otherwise not only the goods would not be guaranteed, but also her life would be in danger.

At the end of the corridor are two opposite black walnut doors. At this moment, the doors are open, people are moving inside, the lights are dazzling, and the majestic saber dance music floats out and fills the corridor.

From a distance, you can see a row of young people wearing Screw Country military uniforms holding hands with each other, singing loudly to the melody, 'Screwdriver, Screwdriver, get up in the middle of the night and press the floor!'

When the group walked into the door, they immediately felt the heat blowing on their faces, and the temperature instantly rose several degrees, as if they had stepped from the harsh winter to spring.

The rich aroma of wine, mixed with the sweetness of food, music and laughter make people feel so smoky that they feel a little forgetful.

As far as the eye can see, there are young men and women wearing the military uniforms of the Screw Country, ladies with brocade hats and mink fur coats, and pot-bellied officers covered with military medals.

They talked to each other, joked, ate, drank, sang, and danced, as if they had just won a battle and were having a celebration banquet.

Zhang Xuebing looked on with cold eyes and sneered in his heart. It seems that they have not realized the sense of crisis, but it is better to live in a drunken dream than to be frightened. If you have wine now, let's get drunk now. Maybe this is their last carnival.

As if she could guess people's hearts, Boliswa whispered quietly in Zhang Xuebing's ear.

"What you see is the current situation of the upper echelons of the Screw Country. They don't care about what's going on outside, they just want to enjoy themselves. You know, I really envy the Chinese side that they can at least share weal and woe together!"

Zhang Xuebing smiled awkwardly, thinking that this girl was quite sensible, but it was a pity that the wheel of history was rolling forward, and he was powerless to stop it, let alone say anything.

I can only silently wish beautiful young girls like Boliswa not to be overwhelmed and destroyed by the coming tide.

"My mother is here!" Boliswa suddenly pointed to the crowd and said.

In the direction of her finger, the crowd suddenly parted, and a blond woman wearing a Screw Country uniform walked over with vigorous steps.

The straight military uniform makes her tall and handsome, and the delicate facial features on her ageless face are somewhat similar to those of Boliswa.

Her valiant and heroic posture carries the unique charm of a mature woman, and she can be said to still have the charm of a MILF.

"Wenxian, Wenxian, it's really you..."

When the woman saw the old scholar next to Boliswa, she suddenly paused, then excitedly called his name and quickened her pace.

When the old scholar saw this woman, his expression was not much better. The muscles on his face twitched with excitement, and he ran towards her, "Natasha, it's me, I'm Liu Wenxian..."

The two of them were like swallows returning to their nest, passing through the barriers of space, and finally met under a pillar wrapped in colorful silk.

They all opened their arms, but when they got closer, they didn't hug. They just stood face to face and looked at each other with tears in their eyes.

Zhang Xuebing looked at Boliswa next to him. The two looked at each other and couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.

Boliswa smiled and suddenly the corners of her eyes became wet, "True feelings cannot be blocked by time and space, and national borders are not obstacles. Even if they are separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, two hearts are always in harmony. I can see that the relationship between mother and Uncle Liu is

This kind!"

Zhang Xuebing also believes that the relationship between the old scholar and Natasha is sincere and pure, but it does not necessarily mean that the country behind her can truly accept this group of people.

"Using a Chinese word to describe the two of them is very appropriate!"

Boliswa looked at Zhang Xuebing, and the two of them chanted in unison, "Sky clouds make tricks, flying stars spread hatred, silver and men are far away in darkness, gold, wind and jade dew can defeat countless people in the world as soon as they meet..."

If love lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?"

After reciting the song "Magpie Bridge Immortal", she suddenly sighed, "I don't know if I can be so lucky to meet someone who truly loves me. It's worth waiting for me all my life!"

Zhang Xuebing did not expect that this girl from the screw country would be full of Chinese literary and youthful temperament. Could it be that the old scholar is really her father?

He immediately joked, "That's not easy. There were so many young talents who admired you along the way. Just pick one carefully!"

But Boliswa playfully raised her nose, her tone full of blame, "Humph, those people are all embroidered pillows, my lover should... Hey, Senior Brother Zhang, what you said just now seems to be

It smells like vinegar!”

I originally wanted to tease her, but I didn't expect that she would be teased instead.

This defensive counterattack made Zhang Xuebing a little unable to resist. He couldn't admit it, and he had to admit it. He was so angry that he used his trump card.

"Junior sister Boliswa, I think you look a bit similar to the old principal!"

Boliswa was stunned for a moment, then said without any concern.

"I was born before my mother went to China, so the possibility that Uncle Liu is my father is very small. I also wanted to know who my biological father was, but my mother ignored me every time she mentioned it, and I didn't dare to ask again later.

, to me, my father is just a symbol, dispensable!"

Only when you have had it do you know how to cherish it. If you have never had father's love, you will naturally not be able to care about it.

Zhang Xuebing somewhat admired the open-mindedness and transparency of the girl in front of him, and at the same time, he was alert in his heart. This kind of girl who doesn't care about anything is very scary, so it's better to stay away from her!

A handsome young officer came over, holding a dazzling cocktail in his hand, and began to court Boliswa.

Zhang Xuebing didn't understand Screw Language, so he just listened to his babbling and had no idea what he was talking about.

At this moment Shitou stammered.

"Boriswa, I knew you would come too. It just so happens that I am short of a dance partner tonight. I wonder if you can honor her?"

Zhang Xuebing looked at him in surprise, "Since when did you understand the screw language?"

Shitou shrugged, "The old principal taught me when he had nothing to do. Now I can almost have a simple conversation, but I can't understand those stupid words!"

This boy is really smart. He can tinker with electrical appliances just by looking at them. It is so difficult to learn the screw language, but he actually learned half a dozen. It's a pity that he didn't go to school step by step. Otherwise, he might have been the first number one scholar in Zhangjiacun.

This is a kind of tragedy. Zhang Xuebing vowed from the bottom of his heart that he would never let this happen again in the future.

Boliswa also responded to the man with a few words, and Shitou translated them in the same way.

"I'm sorry Kliskey, I have a dance partner today, oh, it's this handsome guy next to me!"