Zhao Jian was speechless.

There are huge differences in domestic and foreign cultures. Although she speaks good Chinese, her usual communication is limited to Ji Shaoguang and Ji Jing. After all, Ji Shaoguang insisted on teaching Ji Jing to speak his native language from the beginning. Over the years, Zhao Jian's Chinese level has also improved a lot.

However, this is limited to Ji Shaoguang and Ji Jing. After coming to Nanjiang, different voices, different tones, and different dialects and idioms in different parts of the world. Although she had tried hard to listen and distinguish the other person's meaning when communicating with others yesterday, thinking habits will inevitably lead to errors in understanding. After all, her idioms are not Chinese.

For some reason, Zhao Jian suddenly understood why his friend called him this morning and repeatedly told him to go with Ji Rufeng.

"...Oh." Zhao Jian responded silently, and his arrogant arrogance was gone for the first time.

Ji Rufeng glanced at her, and he obviously enjoyed this attitude.

"in the country, you have to learn a lot."

Zhao Jian gave him a faint look and said, "You are fat, you are panting?"

Although she was not used to some of the tone of others' speeches, she already knew something about Ji Rufeng, especially when he showed this look, she knew that he was showing off.

However, Zhao Jian was too lazy to pay attention to him.

The car slowly stopped from the side of the road, and Ji Rufeng stood on the steering wheel with one hand and looked at her side, "All good brother, if you are in a good mood, I will accompany you."

"Then if you say you are in a bad mood, wouldn't I beg you for nothing?" Zhao Jian was not fooled by him.

“…”

Zhao Jian lifted his foot and got out of the car. Before closing the door, she glanced at him, pursed her lips and said, "Thank you!"

I don’t know if I was thanking him for telling her the folklore knowledge or for sending her over today, but after that, she took a deep breath and turned around and walked inside as if she was rushing to the execution ground.

In order to prevent herself from having trouble understanding and not responding in time, she even downloaded a translation software and stuffed the invisible headphones into her ears. In an anxious situation, she could hear the translated English.

Ji Rufeng still maintained that position, watching her walk in through the car window without looking back. For the first time, he felt that the woman, who was like the female yaksha of the Vajra, actually had a little thinness on her back.

Zhao Jian carefully confirmed his address with the front desk, and then confirmed that the other party had indeed booked a seat here, so he breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad that Ji Rufeng sent him here today. If he had changed to any taxi driver, he would probably not have asked so much.

She reported her name, and the waiter led the person to walk to the designated private room.

In Fenghe Hall, the waitress was interpreting the name of the box in a sweet voice. Zhao Jian listened with her ears, but her heart was pounding. Because she had too many experiences in communicating with people in Chinese, her heart was beating very fast.

After waiting in the Fenghe Hall for a while, the door of the private room was pushed open again. However, it was surprising that Ji Rufeng was walking in front, and a middle-aged man following him, with a respectful look on his face.

Zhao Jian couldn't help but look at Ji Rufeng. What's going on?

The middle-aged man was a little surprised when he saw Zhao Jian. Ji Rufeng immediately introduced him. Zhao Jian then realized that the person coming was Cao Quan, a famous dealer in the country. If Lu Tingchen could be called a business tycoon, then Cao Quan would be considered a local tyrant.

The three of them sat down, and Ji Rufeng naturally sat with Zhao Jian.

Taking advantage of Cao Quan's ordering dishes, Zhao Jian turned his head and looked at Ji Rufeng and whispered: "Why are you here?"
Chapter completed!